At noon, the ship slowly rose and drove eastward. It was mid-December. The west wind blew strongly on the river surface. The ship hung up huge sails, bulging like a full moon, and headed towards the next stop at Longxi County at a very fast speed.

The cabins where Zhang Huan and the others lived were extremely wide, with nearly twenty people living there, but they were still not crowded. These scholars were all studying at Longyou Academy founded by the Wei family, and they were all from Jincheng County.

Speaking of academies, I have to say a few more words. When the Tang Dynasty was founded, it attached great importance to education and established various official schools in Chang'an, such as Imperial College, Imperial College, four schools and some junior colleges. At the same time, official schools were established in each prefecture and county, with varying numbers of people. These official schools were managed by Imperial College. Generally speaking, the ages of admission for students are fourteen to nineteen years old.

In addition to official schools, there are many private schools in various places. They are not bound by the Imperial College and each has its own rules and regulations. Among them, the academies founded by seven major families are the most famous and have their own characteristics. For example, the Qinghe Academy of Cui’s family is known for respecting Confucianism, has rigorous academic research, and attaches particular importance to classical studies; while the Jinyang Academy of Taiyuan pays attention to the application of learning and particularly emphasizes policy theory;

The Longyou Academy, which arrived at the Wei family, was completely different. The characteristics of Longyou Academy were military management. Students were organized by ten people, one team of one hundred people, and one team of five teams as one lieutenant. Each of them selected students with strong abilities to serve as officers, with strict ranks and equal importance to civil and military affairs.

Xin Lang, with a purple face, is one of the three lieutenants of Longyou Academy. He has a very high status in Longyou Academy, not only because he comes from a famous family, but more importantly because he is skilled in archery and horses and has a high swordsmanship. He has been the leader in the martial Longyou Academy for three years and has been undefeated.

At this moment, the cabin was very lively. When two students from famous academy met one, they naturally had endless things to say, and each showed off their academy, for fear of being looked down upon by the other party.

Zhang Huan and Xin Lang sat against the window and enjoyed the scenery on the river. He lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea and smiled and said, "Thank you for your righteousness today. Zhang Huan used tea instead of wine, and toast you."

Xin Lang smiled and waved his hand, "My name is Bailing, brother Qubing can directly call me Bailing."

He took a sip of tea and said leisurely: "Actually, I agreed to give up a cabin because of my accent from Taiyuan, otherwise I wouldn't be so happy!"

Zhang Huan pondered for a moment and asked, "Jincheng County is the hometown of General Yin Xin Yunjing, the former Taiyuan Taiyuan. I wonder if it has anything to do with Brother Xin?"

Xin Lang nodded, "It's my father, my younger brother is eighteen at home, he is the youngest son of the Xin family."

Zhang Huan was stunned, then smiled and said, "Coincidentally, I also arranged eighteen at home, so my nickname is Shibalang."

Xin Lang couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "It seems that we are really destined to be together. I will treat you tonight to our old Jincheng wine, and you won't sleep if you are drunk!"

"Okay! Then it's a matter of determination."

Suddenly, the hull shook violently, and the boatman shouted outside: "Longxi County is here, collect the sails! Get ready to dock!"

The scholars were greatly inspired, and the ladies who had taken the ship boarded the ship were here. They rushed to the deck one after another, and they all had great interest in this mysterious ladies.

After a while, only Zheng Qingming's excited shouting was heard, "Here is here! Here!"

Zhang Huan slowly walked to the window and looked towards the shore intently. He saw yellow dust rolling not far away. Nearly a hundred knights rushed towards the carriage. The carriage in front was decorated in gorgeous decorations. Two white horses roared and neighed, and the dragon was about to fly. When the carriage arrived at the side of the boat, the guard leader shouted loudly and ordered the boatman to put down the board. Then two pretty maids quickly got out of the carriage. They bent their knees and laid a small velvet blanket in front of the carriage, then stood aside, lowered their heads to wait for the owner to get off the car.

At this time, all the scholars held their breath and stared at the embroidered velvet blanket. For a moment, a pair of exquisite sheepskin boots appeared on the carriage pedal. Then a light yellow floor-drawing long skirt was dragged down to cover the leather boots. The skirt was made of precious Shu brocade, layered up to the bottom of her chest. She was petite in figure, wearing a new green narrow-sleeved short shirt, covered with phoenix cloak, and a hat wool made of peacock fleece, which was decorated with exquisite jewelry. Unfortunately, there was a layer of black gauze hanging on the edge of the hat, covering her face.

She didn't stop, and was directly helped by the maid on the boat pedal. Her posture was light and graceful, and her skirt embroidered with a golden phoenix and silver goose fluttered in the wind.

"Miss is on the boat, everyone will go back to the cabin!" The boatman urged everyone in panic, and then everyone reluctantly looked at her last figure and went back to the cabin.

．

．

．

．

．

．

．

After leaving Longxi County, night fell soon. The cabin was brightly lit and the smell of alcohol was filled with laughter and joy. Longyou Academy couldn't help drinking. In addition, the people in Guanlong area were so strong that all the scholars had a good alcohol tolerance. They each took their own glasses of wine and brought out the wine and dishes wrapped in oil paper. Everyone squeezed together, and it was very lively.

Among Zhang Huan and the five people, Zheng Qingming was the most lustful. After drinking a few glasses of wine, his face turned red, and the topic naturally fell on the big lady. The scholar's belly was a little literary, and Feng Liu also paid attention to some taste. He only heard Zheng Qingming shook his head and recited a few sentences: "Beauty is a beauty, I don't know that the evening rain is the morning cloud!"

Immediately, someone continued loudly for him: "Since you are here, I will never raise my wine glass again. I miss you like the waning moon, and the bright light is rising every night."

Everyone burst into laughter, making Zheng Qingming's face look as weak as a pig's liver. Zhang Huan knew his fault and only laughed without saying a word.

"Ho! It's so lively."

The cabin door suddenly opened, a cold wind diluted the heat in the room, the laughter in the cabin stopped abruptly, and everyone turned around and looked at the door.

I saw a man standing at the door, with a burly figure and a pair of thick and thick broom eyebrows. Someone recognized him as the lady's guard leader.

"My lady, please be quiet!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry." Xin Lang hurried forward and bowed, "We forgot, please be careful!"

After the guard leader finished speaking, he had no intention of leaving. He twitched his nose twice, and his eyes were filled with intoxication, "It's Jincheng Old Wine!"

Seeing this, Xin Lang couldn't help but smile and said, "Since you're here, why not have a drink before leaving?"

"Haha! Then it's better to obey your orders than respect." The guard leader laughed dryly, turned around and closed the cabin door, rubbed his hands and squeezed in. He was not polite, and he picked up Zheng Qingming's wine glass with a squeak!, tilted his neck and drank it all, and couldn't help but praise: "Good wine! It's strong and not choked on my throat, I like this force!"

As he said that, he grabbed the wine pot and poured it on his own. After drinking a few cups, he found that everyone was silent. He couldn't help but put down the wine glass in surprise and said, "Do you all think I'm vulgar and disdain the same seat?"

"That's not!" Zhang Huan smiled and said, "It's just that we are waiting for my brother's self-introduction, so we didn't raise our glasses."

"Haha! I was rude. My surname is Qin Santai, and I am from the capital. May I ask you my surname?"

Seeing that Zhang Huan's dark skin and strong arms, Kong Wu was completely different from the white-faced scholar he remembered, he couldn't help but feel a little fond of him. Without waiting for Zhang Huan to sign up, he walked over and sat with him, poured a glass of wine for him and said, "Don't look at me, I have been in the army in Anxi, and served as the personal soldier of General Li Siye. I have experienced no less than a hundred battles of all sizes. I have had these experiences in my life, and I am not in vain. Brother, do you think?"

Zhang Huan raised his wine glass and smiled at him, "The so-called traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books, I will not hide it from Brother Qin. This is the first time I have been to Longyou and the first time I have entered Beijing. The country along the way is like a picture. If I had known it, I would have read a few years less!"

Qin Santai grinned and patted Zhang Huan on the shoulder hard, "It's a big deal to play with the most beautiful woman. Only when you go to the capital and go to Pingkangfang tonight will you know what it means to be worthwhile."

When talking about women, the atmosphere at the banquet began to warm up. Everyone saw that although this uninvited guest was rude, he was also a person with temperament, so he was not so restrained. They drank and chatted with each other. The scene gradually became lively. Zheng Qingming's cup was taken away by the guy opposite, so he had to take out an empty bowl again. However, the bowl and the cup were completely different from the slow drinking. After filling two bowls of wine, Zheng Qingming's heart beat faster, his courage became bigger, and he gradually began to lose his composure.

"Well, I said, Brother Qin, what is the price in Pingkangfang? What kind of goods can you buy for a lifetime of money? Also, how much is the price for alcohol and drinks to give me a powder head?"

Qin Santai squinted his eyes and looked at the fat man in front of him, and he couldn't help but smile, "I didn't expect you to be a veteran. Pingkangfang has different grades. The most expensive hundred guan can only meet you. The cheapest dozens of guan can be paid. However, the rules for spending wine are the same. If you have more than two guan, you can choose one of them and let you enjoy a happy night!"

Zheng Qingming heard it and yearned for You Ran. He suddenly remembered something, then took a sip of wine, and asked with a saliva, "I wonder what your lady is named, have you ever married?"

"Stop talking Qingming!"

Zhang Huan shouted angrily. Seeing that Zheng Qingming became more and more naughty and had lost his identity as a scholar, he could no longer bear it. Now, after he finished talking about the brothel, he immediately mentioned the owner of the house. He was so rude. Seeing that Qin Santai's face changed drastically, he knew that he had offended someone, so he quickly saluted him and said, "My brother has drunk a few more drinks, which is not my true intention. I hope Brother Qin will forgive me!"

As he said that, he hurriedly winked at Song Lianyu and Zhao Yan and asked them to drag the dead pig away. The two of them had just forced Zheng Qingming to lift up, and Qin Santai suddenly had an attack. He suddenly swung the wine pot and smashed it hard on Zheng Qingming's head. With a crisp sound, the wine pot bloomed on the back of Zheng Qingming's head. The wine and porcelain pieces splattered everywhere. Zheng Qingming screamed in a muffled manner, and fell to the ground with his head covering the back of his head, and blood flowed out of the cracks of his fingers.

Although Zheng Qingming had already fallen to the ground due to injury, Qin Santai still refused to let go. He drew out his sword and rushed towards him, howling: "What are you? You dare to attack my lady. I will chop you!"

The curses suddenly stopped abruptly. Qin Santai held the sword and did not dare to move. He saw a cold horizontal knife pointing directly to his face. He stepped forward one inch and the blade would poke into his face. Qin Santai raised his hands and was forced to slowly retreat with the sword force. He stared at the tip of the knife without blinking, but the blade was accompanied by a shadow, which was not even an inch away from his face. Qin Santai could not get rid of it and was forced out of the cabin door.

．

．

．

．

．
Chapter completed!