At this time, outside the capital of Qi State.
Chen Qiao was originally checking the dance costumes she had put in the box. When she looked up, she saw Kun Jingming holding a mobile phone, leaning against the window, pointing the camera outside and talking.
So Chen Qiao asked curiously, "What are you filming?"
Kun Jingming looked up at her and said calmly, "Live broadcast."
This surprised Shen Qiao.
In fact, after the system underwent a comprehensive upgrade during the Chinese New Year, Mr. Shen studied all the new features and naturally knew that a live broadcast session had been added.
The greatest significance of this is that it not only provides Langyun teachers and students with a way to understand each other's task progress, but also provides a new way to earn points.
Even if you are dividing people and dividing souls, you still need entertainment activities.
If nothing else, Chen Qiao and her fellow dancers would often live stream their practice studios.
And the fact is that everyone likes to look at beautiful women.
But Kun Jingming obviously does not need to earn pocket money in this way. As a senior in the School of Arts and also the vice president of the Student Union, he has a share in all tasks related to the School of Arts, and the task points are enough to cover his expenses.
Could it be that there is something special about the capital of Qi?
So, Chen Qiao curiously stuck his head out and looked outside.
Then I saw the towering city walls, the ancient buildings, and the crowds of people greeting me outside.
It seems to be no different from other county towns along the way.
So, Chen Qiao asked softly, "What's there to photograph here? Have you been here?"
Kun Jingming twirled his phone as he slowly said, "I wanted to keep a souvenir because I believe this place will be transformed soon." He paused, "Besides, many of my classmates are curious."
"What are you curious about?"
"What does His Majesty the King of Qi, the number one salesperson in Qi, look like?"
Chen Qiao: ...Oh, okay.
Among the welcoming crowd, the middle-aged man standing in the front was obviously dressed differently from the people around him, and he was surrounded by many followers and guards, most of whom were members of the royal family.
As the convoy slowly stopped, this man stepped forward, his slightly round face smiling with an especially kind smile: "My name is Fu Cheng, and I am here to greet all the immortals and fairies."
The name sounded unfamiliar, so Kun Jingming just nodded without saying anything.
Gongzi Yun got off another carriage, walked quickly forward, bowed to Fu Cheng, and said, "Greetings, Uncle Wang."
Kun Jingming winked at the people around him.
This should be the younger brother of the King of Qi.
Fu Cheng smiled and helped Gongzi Yun up, then looked back at the carriage, glancing at it inconspicuously.
There were many people coming from the fairyland this time.
In addition to Gongzi Yun and his attendants and guards, there are also people from Langyun.
Kun Jingming’s College of Arts, Chen Qiao’s art students, national defense students led by Zhang Miaomiao, and many people from education, media, culture, etc.
Although not all the students from the entire major will come, half of the class from each major will be selected, so there will be quite a lot of people.
Not to mention that Fu Yun brought a lot of gifts for her father. It can be said that the entire convoy, both in terms of the number of people and the frames of the vehicles, looks very grand.
Most of them looked relaxed, without any sense of restraint that ordinary people have in front of the royal family.
Even when Fu Cheng looked over, she would greet him with a smile.
This made His Royal Highness the Prince, who was used to being high and mighty, sigh in his heart that he was indeed worthy of being an immortal, and there was indeed a difference between immortals and mortals.
However, he quickly retracted his gaze, his face still amiable. "I'm here to welcome the immortals on behalf of my brother. They've worked hard on their journey. My brother has already hosted a banquet in the palace to welcome all the immortals."
Kun Jingming nodded lightly and said calmly, "Thank you."
Fu Cheng stepped aside, but the convoy did not enter the city immediately.
Because when those people in official uniforms saw the prince retreat, they immediately stepped forward and stood in front of Langyun's carriage.
This surprised Gongzi Yun: "What are they going to do?"
Before Fu Cheng could answer, he heard one of the officials bow to the carriage and then say in a loud voice: "Blessings to the Immortal! We all have children in our families who have studied in the Immortal Realm. This time we want to thank the Immortal Realm for its cultivation."
Just one sentence made Kun Jingming look over.
Chen Qiao also poked Zhang Miaomiao beside him: "They are thanking you."
Zhang Miaomiao was fiddling with the self-defense items she carried with her. Without even looking up, she said, "They're coming for Senior Kun. It has nothing to do with me."
Chen Qiao was surprised: "Why is it okay? Didn't you give military training to those students?"
Zhang Miaomiao then raised her eyes and whispered, "Do you think these people would be happy if they knew their children were eight shades darker because of me?"
Chen Qiao thought about it silently, then quietly lowered the curtain.
As the instigator of sending the Qi students to military training, Kun Jingming remained remarkably calm: "You didn't come to me just to say thank you, did you?"
Then I heard the person say, "We have one more thing to do."
As he spoke, he took out a wooden box from his sleeve.
When I opened it, there was a neatly arranged stack of papers with extremely neat handwriting.
If you look closely, you will see not only Chinese characters, but also numbers and formulas.
Then the man said, "This is the homework my son has been doing these days. He asked me to pass it on to you." As he said that, he handed it over.
The same goes for others.
Kun Jingming soon received various "holiday homework" from the students returning home.
This made the students in the car look at each other in confusion.
A proper meeting between immortals and mortals has now been turned into a parents' meeting...
He is really something.
However, these people also knew that the King of Qi was hosting a banquet, so they naturally did not dare to delay for too long and quickly left.
Before the convoy started moving again, Prince Fu Cheng and Prince Yun rode in the same carriage.
As soon as he went up, Fu Cheng asked with a smile: "What have you been looking at, Qilang?"
Fu Yun had a good relationship with his uncle Wang, and the two of them often discussed poetry together, so there was no need for formalities at this moment. He said directly, "I'm looking at those officials."
"Why?"
"They are really smart."
Judging from the clothes he was wearing, you could tell that he had just rushed here after the morning court session.
These people said that their families had students studying in Langyun, but in fact, the immortals might not know them, but Fu Yun could see clearly that they were all from various aristocratic families in the capital. Even if they were not the heads of the families, they were their direct descendants.
Who would believe that he was waiting outside the city just to hand in his homework?
It's nothing more than that he is interested in being associated with the immortals so that he can elevate himself in the future.
Fu Cheng said, "There's nothing wrong with being so clever. My brother is always thinking about strengthening ties with Langyun Fairyland, which can be considered as bringing Qi and Langyun closer together."
Gongzi Yun nodded and said no more.
Fu Cheng, however, sat on the cushions, looking around the carriage. He spoke with surprise, "I noticed just now that this carriage is very different from the usual ones." He reached out and knocked on it, "It's made of metal?"
Fu Yun replied: "Yes, these cars are all made in Jiangyi County."
Fu Cheng was slightly stunned: "Jiangyi County...isn't it a border county? When did they start casting iron?"
As he spoke, he lifted the curtain and looked out. Just by looking, he could tell that the other carriages were probably of the same structure.
So Jiang Yijun actually did so many things?
Gongzi Yun didn't intend to hide it. This was no secret to begin with, so he said directly, "The earthquake in Fenghe County was a natural disaster, unavoidable. However, their bad luck was followed by good fortune. The reconstruction process went very smoothly, and it also boosted many industries."
Fu Cheng nodded slightly. "I've heard about Fenghe paper, charcoal pencils, and new mud. I heard that many merchants have gone there, and it has become a transportation hub."
Gongzi Yun smiled and said, "With Fenghe County's capabilities, who wouldn't be jealous? Apart from anything else, Jiangyi County has always had a long history with the Fairyland, so naturally they wouldn't want to lag behind. Plus, they're close to Coal Mountain, so access is convenient, making cast iron a perfect fit."
"Is there any immortal who can give me some advice?"
"There must be."
Fu Cheng was silent for a moment, then said softly, "It seems that if we want to gain the upper hand, Da Qi must show our sincerity towards the fairyland."
Fu Jun took out the teapot and teacups from the cabinet, and went to get some hot water. He said lightly, "Don't worry, Uncle Wang. I've been working on this and will pay more attention to it in the future."
It was precisely this sentence that made Fu Cheng look at him twice more.
In the past, his nephew would never talk about these things on his own initiative, especially when it came to matters of the court. He would always shake his head every time he was asked, and would want to stay away from them.
As a result, he not only took the initiative to go to Langyun, but also took all the tasks of communicating with the fairyland on himself.
You know, now for all the countries on this continent, anyone who knows the existence of Langyun will hope to establish contact.
The same is true for the State of Qi. Whoever can have a harmonious relationship with Langyun will gain a lot of points in the eyes of the King of Qi.
The Seventh Young Master, who has always been indifferent to everything, now seems to be the one who takes the lead?
Fu Cheng couldn't help but say, "You seem to have changed a lot since you came back this time."
Fu Jun continued to smile as she handed a cup of tea to her uncle, Wang, and said, "Because I've figured it out. Before, I left the capital and went to the mountains outside the border counties, but people still wouldn't let me go. I almost died in Fengwei Mountain. Since I can't escape these conflicts even if I bide my time, then what's there to be afraid of?"
But after hearing this, Fu Cheng said, "I don't know at this moment."
Fu Yun looked at him and asked, "Uncle Wang, do you really not know?"
Fu Cheng just smiled and brought the teacup.
Gongzi Yun did not mention it again and held up the teacup, leaving everything unsaid.
On the other side, Langyun’s students were also looking outside.
Chen Qiao looked at the buildings on both sides of the street, and said with emotion: "I was mistaken before. This capital city is indeed a capital city. The buildings are much more magnificent and neat than those in other county towns."
Kun Jingming had already finished the live broadcast and was placing his phone upside down next to the window.
Zhang Miaomiao was curious: "What is this for?"
Kun Jingming said seriously: "Accept the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon."
Zhang Miaomiao: "...speak human language."
Chen Qiao smiled and pointed to the solar panel on the back of the phone case and said, "Charging."
Zhang Miaomiao: ...Oh.
Kun Jingming was already looking out the window, and he said slowly, "The architectural style of Qi is similar to that of the Qin and Han dynasties, but their clothing and aesthetics are very similar to those of the Wei and Jin dynasties."
Chen Qiao: “You mean, they are unbalanced?”
Kun Jingming: "It's probably because we are in different dimensions, so it's normal for development to take different paths."
As a national defense student studying engineering, Zhang Miaomiao didn't quite understand what the two were discussing, such as the path of development, so she asked, "I remember before we came here, we discussed that this trip to the capital of Qi would help improve the development level of this plane, right?"
They both nodded.
Zhang Miaomiao then asked, "But how are we going to improve the people who are here this time?"
Either they are in the College of Arts, or they are in education, or there are art students like Shen Qiao.
I really can't figure out what to do.
But Kun Jingming had already made plans: "We are going to take a different path from other majors."
Chen Qiao nodded and said, "There are many majors in the school that can be applied to the real economy. They are very targeted and can produce immediate results, whether it is industry or commerce. However, there are also some majors that do not produce results at the real economy level."
Zhang Miaomiao: "What is that?"
Chen Qiao: "Spirit and culture, our purpose this time is to find a way to help the indigenous people's thinking keep up with the pace of development."
Kun Jingming concluded: "They are responsible for material civilization, and we are responsible for spiritual civilization. We must grasp both with both hands and do both well."
Zhang Miaomiao: …
As expected of a cultured person, he speaks differently.
At this moment, the carriage slowly stopped.
Kun Jingming lifted the curtain and took a look, then said softly, "We've arrived at the palace."
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