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"At noon, there is a party at the Imperial Hotel. You want to attend."
The sermon was over, that is, "get out of class was over", and Long Qingchen was about to leave. Hua Yuyan paced and said to him coldly, as if conveying an order.
"You want to date me?"
Long Qingchen dried the ink on the note, folded it, and put it into the space ring.
Hua Yuyan sneered, "Don't be sentimental, I won't date you even if I'm blind!"
"Can't you tell, I'm joking, I don't have any humor."
Long Qingchen is indifferent and a bit disappointed. Dealing with such a woman is often very tiring.
Hua Yuyan said coldly, "This gathering is led by a senior disciple from Lingwu Academy. All disciples from Lingwu Academy must participate."
"I'm busy."
Long Qingchen stood up and walked out the door.
Hua Yuyan stared at his back coldly, "From Lingwu Academy to Daqian Royal Academy, no matter what, we are all classmates. For you, don't you have a sense of collective honor?"
Collective sense of honor?
Long Qingchen turned around and looked at her in surprise, as if he had discovered that Columbia had discovered the New World. Unexpectedly, people in this world also knew this term, "The sense of collective honor is not to be spoken about, but to be remembered." In the heart.¡±
Hua Yuyan was startled for a moment and fell silent.
Long Qingchen walked out of the martial arts hall and, together with Nangong Wan'er, was about to go to the cafeteria to eat, but found that Yu Wen Ruiqi, Zhao Yi and dozens of other disciples had gathered together. They saw him from a distance and waved to him. Obviously, these They are all disciples from Lingwu Academy.
"Junior Brother Qingchen's reputation is really like thunder. Lu Rangshan relies on his identity as the legitimate son of Prince Heng to become domineering in the Royal Academy. No one dares to offend him. All the disciples in the Royal Academy dare to be angry but dare not speak out. Junior Brother Qingchen is not afraid of power. Slap him hard and give the entire Royal Academy a bad breath!"
A young disciple walked over quickly with a smile and raised his hands to signal.
On his left chest, there is a pattern of five swords embroidered on his lapel, which shows that he is a disciple for five years.
Daqian Royal Academy, there is no outer academy or inner academy, only the number of years.
New disciples like Long Qingchen only embroider one war sword. The more years they have practiced in the Royal Academy, the more war sword patterns they have. The maximum is five, which is five years.
"To be exact, two slaps."
Long Qingchen corrected, a little helpless. It seems that this party cannot be postponed.
"Yes, two slaps."
The young disciple laughed and introduced the names of dozens of disciples one by one.
Anyway, Long Qingchen forgot what he heard and only remembered the name of this young disciple, Zhuang Bifan. It was a very distinctive name. Is it a pretense?
Zhuang Bifan, who was "recommended" to the Royal Academy by Lingwu Academy as the first in the quarterly assessment of the inner courtyard five years ago, is considered a leader among his classmates and is the leader of this gathering.
"Let's go."
Zhuang Bifan and Long Qingchen walked side by side towards the gate of the college.
"I heard that a meal at the Imperial City Restaurant is very expensive, costing at least a hundred spirit stones. We have agreed in advance and don't expect me to pay the bill."
Long Qingchen looked serious and felt it was necessary to say something.
The disciples were a little dazed. Is this so realistic?
Nangong Wan'er rolled her eyes at him and turned her head away, as if she didn't recognize him.
Zhuang Bifan smiled and said, "Junior brother Qingchen, don't worry, I don't even want you to give up a single spiritual stone. Someone is treating me."
"I feel relieved now."
Long Qingchen found that these disciples were a bit complimentary to him, maybe because of Qi Ling Taoist.
When he walked out of the gate, he saw ten splendid carriages parked, and Zhuang Bifan stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.
Long Qingchen couldn¡¯t help but take a second look at these disciples. They had a ¡°classmate¡± gathering with such a grand ceremony. It seemed that their family background was good
Getting on the carriage and driving through the bustling long street, people retreated one after another.
There are many restaurants in the Imperial Capital, but this one is the only one that can be called the Grand Restaurant in the Imperial Capital. I heard that the owner behind it is the royal family.
Ten luxurious carriages stopped in front of the gate, and Zhuang Bifan led everyone straight to the seventh floor, which was the Imperial Pavilion on the top floor.
Long Qingchen raised the family background of these people to several levels. They were probably from big families, so they could be so "magnificent".
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ???, the "consumption" of the Imperial Hotel is calculated according to the floor.
The first level; the minimum is one hundred spiritual stones;
The second level; the minimum is three hundred spirit stones;
The fourth level; the minimum is nine hundred spirit stones;
By analogy, the top-level Imperial Pavilion has a minimum of 24,000 spirit stones!
"One meal, twenty-four thousand spirit stones, what is this concept?"
You must know that when he was at Lingwu Academy, the elixir shop opened by Long Qingchen was so popular that he only earned less than 100,000 spirit stones in total, which meant that he could only eat here five times
I saw a young man wearing a four-clawed dragon robe standing by the window, looking at the bustling imperial capital. Beside him, there were many guards and several maids.
As if hearing footsteps, the young man slowly turned around and looked at everyone with a faint smile.
Zhuang Bifan introduced with a smile, "This is His Royal Highness the eldest prince, the first in line to succeed to the throne, and the most valued prince by His Majesty."
"See His Royal Highness the First Prince."
The disciples bowed and saluted one after another, but they were not surprised. Obviously, they had known about it for a long time.
Long Qingchen frowned slightly and suddenly understood something.
No wonder Hua Yuyan made a special trip to tell him that she probably got a lot of benefits.
No wonder Zhuang Bifan and others waited for him outside Lecture Hall No. 5.
No wonder this class reunion is so grand, the person hosting the dinner is probably the eldest prince.
No wonder the disciples were a little complimentary to him along the way.
All of this is probably because the eldest prince wants to win over him. To be precise, he wants to win over Taoist Qiling!
Sure enough, as expected, the eldest prince just nodded slightly to the other disciples as a greeting, but specifically clasped his fists at him and said with a smile, "I guess this is Junior Brother Qingchen, right?"
"Are you also a disciple of the Royal Academy?"
As the saying goes, if you don't hit the smiling person with your hand, Long Qingchen shouldn't be too cold. After all, compared with Lu Rangshan, the eldest prince is considered "approachable". Of course, the eldest prince will only be so easy-going to people who are useful to him. .
The eldest prince smiled and said, "That's right. A few years ago, when I came back from Zixiao Sect, I practiced in the Royal Academy for a period of time. I am considered your senior brother. You don't need to call me eldest prince. If you don't dislike it, Just call me Senior Brother."
Long Qingchen sighed in his heart, he was worthy of being a prince, but his level of speaking was a bit too high. On the one hand, it showed the Zixiao Sect as the backer behind him, so that everyone could rest assured to support him, and he would have a high chance of ascending to the throne; on the other hand, , and called himself senior brother to get closer.
"His Royal Highness, the eldest prince, is a nobleman of the royal family. We are just ordinary people. If we call him brothers, if word spreads about it, I am afraid it will make people laugh."
Since the eldest prince speaks at such a high level, Long Qingchen decided to be higher than him. On the one hand, he pointed out the status gap so that these classmates would not get carried away; on the other hand, he politely refused to win over him and showed his attitude.
His Highness the First Prince¡¯s smile froze and he fell silent.
The disciples also frowned, and the entire Imperial Pavilion was silent.
Zhuang Bifan laughed dryly and broke the silence, "Brother Qingchen, this is an outsider. When His Highness the eldest prince ascends the throne, we will naturally no longer be commoners."
"good!"
The eldest prince stared at Long Qingchen closely and promised, "If I ascend the throne and grant you the position of prince, what's the harm?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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