Crown Jewels

Chapter 194 The Provocation of the Racecourse

As soon as Lu Jiuxi finished speaking, there was silence at first, and then intermittent applause.

When the Turkic people entered Yanmen Pass, the Yan people were naturally the hosts.

Now that Huyan Wuwei has entered the Ancient Academy, their group of scholars, as citizens of Yan Kingdom, also expressed their welcome to him.

Order was quickly restored in the teaching room. Huyan Uwei found a corner at random, with the sound of Lu Jiuxi teaching next to his ears. He only looked at Zhou, and soon returned to Gu Baozhu.

However, he was born in the prairie, so he couldn't sit still at all. Sitting in the teaching room and listening to those complicated Four Books and Five Classics, he only felt a little novel at first, but later he couldn't listen to it. At first, he just felt drowsy, his eyelids fluttered Fighting makes people feel uncomfortable, but there are noisy reading sounds in his ears. After the sleepiness was interrupted three or five times, he was a little irritable.

After all, he is from Turkic, so he doesn't have to obey the many rules of Yan State scholars. Huyan Uwei glanced at Lu Jiuxi on the stage, and then at the side door beside him, and disappeared into the teaching room alone without a sound.

The sky is bright and the air is clear, the blue sky and white clouds compose the sky high and the earth broad.

Huyan Uwei took a breath of air. Before he came to Huangu Academy, he was familiar with the terrain. At this moment, he really felt that he was born in the Academy of Scholars, and he felt a bit restrained, so he subconsciously walked towards the horse farm that he was good at. .

At the moment, there are quite a few scholars galloping on horses in the racecourse.

With a free and easy appearance, Huyan Uwei seemed to be alive again, and the blood in his whole body began to boil again.

Almost instantly, his eyes fell on the racecourse. Cai Hui, who was riding on the back of the white horse, looked at the shiny white horse with shiny fur and magnificent appearance. Huyan Uwei subconsciously thought of it. Yan Guo, his own mount was beheaded during the tribute.

Although beheading his beloved horse, Huyan Uwei has no regrets. He always knows what he wants most, and what price he needs to pay for it in order to get what he wants most. Can gain the trust of today's empress.

However, it's one thing not to regret it. Huyan Uwei couldn't stand it when he saw the disheveled scholar on the horse farm, whose poor riding skills almost insulted that horse.

Grassland people have always loved horses, and they firmly believe that a good horse is matched with a good saddle, and only good riding skills can match a good horse.

And the white horse fell under the crotch of the disheveled scholar, it was a waste of everything.

Almost instinctively, Huyan Uwei clenched his fists and headed directly towards the center of the racecourse.

On the tall horse, Cai Hui tugged on the reins tremblingly, his whole heart was about to jump out of his heart.

"Rituality, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and art" are the six arts of ancient gentlemen, and every scholar cannot be exempted. Among these six arts, he is weakest in riding horses. Naturally, he is counting on hard work to make up for his weakness this time, so it's better not to delay overall coursework.

Cai Hui was still nervous a moment ago. When he was about to fall off the horse, he was thinking in his heart that if he was really unlucky, then the feeling of falling off the horse must be uncomfortable. The next moment, he said Solidly feel what it's like to be in the sky.

Caught off guard, his brain was instantly congested with blood, and the collar on his chest was forcibly pulled off, and then he felt dizzy. I ate my mouth full of the fishy-smelling soil on the ground.

The yell-like shout instantly attracted the attention of the racecourse scholar, or in other words, the moment Huyan Uwei stepped into the racecourse, the exotic braids had already attracted the attention of many people. He was so savage that he dragged Cai Hui off the horse, and then got on the horse himself. The expression in his eyes was obviously cold and disdainful, as if... how much he looked down on the Yan people.

Cai Hui managed to regain his composure, raised his head to see him, and looked at Huyan Uwei who was staring at him. The man was riding on a horse, and looked down at him from a high position. The horse's hooves kicked the yellow ground back and forth, splashing dirt all over Cai Hui's face again.

Even though he is a thin scholar, Cai Hui has not lost his backbone.

The arrogance of being an ancient scholar and the awareness of his own awakening made Cai Hui judge the situation, and finally got up from the ground with great momentum, and said proudly to Huyan Uwei without any fear.

"Bullying our sick and weak scholars, you Turkic people who grew up on the backs of small horses, what kind of ability are you? If you are really upright, you have the ability... If you have the ability, you and I will have a competition to recite "Spring and Autumn"!"

Cai Hui's words were straightforward, Huyan Uwei looked at him like a fool, and finally made him aware of some subtle changes in the atmosphere, and coughed pretendingly for a long time.

"You also think reciting "Spring and Autumn" is ridiculous, don't you? Then your seventh prince grew up on a small horse, and his riding skills are better than mine, a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken. What can you be proud of and magical? go and-"

Before the words "Song Yan" could be uttered, Cai Hui's voice was interrupted, and when he looked up, he opened his mouth in surprise. The man on the other black horse turned out to be something he could never have imagined...Jiang Shan?
How can it be?Cai Hui frowned stubbornly, feeling that the impact he received was the biggest at this moment.

This fellow usually knows how to eat, drink and play, but he still has such a strong backbone?

"Prince Huyan, right—"

Jiang Shan tightened the rein in his hand, and looked at Huyan Uwei who was also sitting on the white horse, with an expression of undisguised disgust on his face. .

The look of squinting at people seemed to think that the little bastards from the border customs would dare to be so arrogant on the master's site.

Cai Hui took two steps back, and suddenly saw Shen Lanqing in the crowd, couldn't help getting closer, then wiped his eyes with his sleeve again, and asked Shen Lanqing uncertainly,
"Miss Shen! Is that person really Jiang Shan?"

The name of Jiang Shan's dude is completely loud in the academy, but at the moment on the racecourse, facing such a blatant provocation from the Turkic prince, the ethnic plot has the upper hand. The scholar who was not used to Jiang Shan, now looks at Huyan Uwei forcibly challenging him. Jiang Shan, while relieved in his heart, couldn't help but cheer him up.

Looking at Jiang Shan, who was challenging him, Huyan Uwei only squinted his eyes, but still couldn't hide his disdainful attitude, that contemptuous attitude, which made Jiang Shan grit his silver teeth, and unknowingly swelled his body He, Jiang Shan, was so old, and in front of him, he had never seen such a person who obviously ignored him.

What's more, this person is only from the neighbors on the frontier, and he is nothing more than a vassal of the Yan Kingdom, so he can't recognize his identity clearly.

The two horses, white and black, kicked up dust on the ground almost instantly. Cai Hui looked at Huyan Uwei and Jiang Shan galloping on the racecourse, still unable to hide his surprised expression.

But like the ancient scholars on the racecourse, even if this person is Jiang Shan, they still hope that the country of Yan can gain the upper hand, and they can't let the Turks be so complacent in the country of Yan.

However, the level of riding skills is not something that can be achieved overnight. Cai Hui looked at the black horse that fell half a circle behind Huyan Uwei, and his expression became listless again.

In less than half a stick of incense, the white horse that Huyan Uwe was riding had already returned to everyone's sight. The head of the horse followed the rein in the man's hand, raising its head high like a victor's contempt, and it took half a cup of tea , Jiang Shan, who was riding a black horse, came late.

(End of this chapter)