People in this era still pay great attention to the friendship between fellow villagers, let alone the friendship between classmates, especially scholars like Zhou Zhongliang.

When Zhou Zhongliang saw that it was Peng Rong coming to visit, he was very happy. He immediately asked the housekeeper to invite the person into the mansion. He also changed his clothes and went to see this old classmate whom he had not seen for a long time.

Not long after, the housekeeper brought someone to him. It turned out that the person was indeed his old classmate and fellow villager Peng Rong. He had not seen him for more than ten years. Apart from looking older and his hair turned gray, Peng Rong did not change much, and he still looked thin.

"Brother Junchen!"

"Brother Xiwen!"

When he saw Zhou Zhongliang, Peng Rong immediately smiled and bowed his hand to shout Zhou Zhongliang's words from afar. Zhou Zhongliang was the same. He quickly stepped forward to look at his friend he hadn't seen for many years, and was very happy.

The two stood there and exchanged greetings for a few words, and then Zhou Zhongliang invited Peng Rong into the hall. As soon as he sat down, a servant brought the tea.

"This tea is good. Is it the Longjing in the rain this year?" They are all friends and have met privately, so naturally they can't use the officialdom. Peng Rong picked up the tea and sniffed it and asked with a smile.

"That's right, I remember Brother Xiwen has always been good at this, but you and I were short of money back then, so I could only use ordinary rice cookies in the countryside to enjoy it." Zhou Zhongliang nodded with a smile.

Hearing this, Peng Rong immediately smiled. It was true. They were both poor scholars who failed the exams many times back then. Where did they get the money to drink such good tea? I didn’t expect that Zhou Zhongliang still remembered it after so long.

"You and I have been separated for eleven years in Shaoxing back then, right?" Zhou Zhongliang showed a look of memories and couldn't help but sigh.

"Eleventh year has passed, and time is like an arrow, like a white horse, and you and I are old in the blink of an eye..." Peng Rong couldn't help but sigh. When they met, they were in their early twenties. They had not passed several scientific examinations. They completely gave up the imperial examinations until they were in their early thirties, and then they left their hometowns to find another way. In the blink of an eye, it was almost twelve years, and the young people who were full of energy at that time had become half-old men. Life was so fast that it was so amazing.

As for this topic, the two couldn't help but talk about the past when they were studying together. The little bits and pieces in their memories seemed to be yesterday. They talked about the joyfulness, and they laughed happily at the same time. When they had not completed the imperial examination, they couldn't help but sigh at the same time.

Although they had not seen each other for many years, they still had letters in the early years, but Zhou Zhongliang broke off contact after being forced to follow Yuan Qi. After more than an hour of chatting, the two had a little strange relationship at the beginning, and now they seem to have returned to the time when they had a tacit understanding many years ago, and they were very excited.

In a blink of an eye, the sky was getting darker, and Zhou Zhongliang had already asked someone to prepare wine and food. When he saw his old friend, he was happy to have a few drinks with Peng Rong. Of course, Peng Rong would not refuse to give him any politeness. He put the wine and food on, and the two continued to chat while drinking, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

"I remember Brother Xiwen was in Qingzhou three years ago? He is still in Qingzhou now?" After drinking a few glasses of wine, Zhou Zhongliang remembered to ask about Peng Rong's recent situation.

"I was in Qingzhou before, and I stayed there for nearly five years, but I left Qingzhou last year." Seeing that Zhou Zhongliang's wine cup was empty, Peng Rong picked up the wine pot and added a glass to him.

"Five years are not short, hey! It's already long for people who are like us to stay in the same place for three or five years. In the final analysis, they are still burdened by fame and fortune! I know that Brother Xiwen is so talented. Even if he can't be called a peerless talent, he can't even be a magistrate of the prefectures and Taoist platforms with his brother's talent, and even serving as the governor of a province is not a problem. Unfortunately, because of his fame and fortune, he can only be defeated by others..."

Hearing this, Peng Rong smiled, raised the wine cup in his hand and touched Zhou Zhongliang, and then drank it all in one go.

"Brother Junchen doesn't have to praise me like this. In fact, I have been used to it over the years. There is nothing wrong with being a friend of the temple. At least I don't have to be intrigue like being an official, be cautious every step, and be happy to be free and easy." Speaking of this, Peng Rong looked at Zhou Zhongliang meaningfully and said, "Brother Junchen is in a very extraordinary atmosphere now. Now it can be said that he is under the throne of Prince Yuan and his ministers! Maybe one day he will become more famous all over the world, which makes me admire him."

The wine cup in Zhou Zhongliang's hand stuttered slightly, and he looked at Peng Rong with a three-point wine. Although he was a friend, this friend would not only visit him for thousands of miles. Zhou Zhongliang was originally a master and was a good player in observing words and expressions. Before, he had secretly guessed the other party's purpose, but now he seemed to hear from Peng Rong's words. It was probably that Peng Rong heard that he was a Grand Secretary in Yuan Qi and wanted to come to join him to fight for wealth.

But the guess is still speculation. Zhou Zhongliang still had to ask the truth, and immediately asked, "Brother Xiwen just came here and said, "What is the intention of..."

After hearing Zhou Zhongliang’s straightforward question, Peng Rong couldn’t help but sigh and said, “Although friends in the mud are good, they sometimes have no choice but to do so. Now it’s a long time to make a fortune. I heard that Brother Jun Chen is now in Jiujiang and a minister, so I came to visit him with shamelessness and asked Brother Jun Chen not to dislike him.”

"What are you saying?" Zhou Zhongliang said unhappily: "How do you and I have a relationship? Is it necessary to be so polite?"

"Haha, Brother Junchen, never forgets his old friend. Now he can still regard his younger brother as a friend. I am so happy. Come on, I respect Brother Junchen!" After saying that, Peng Rong filled the two again, and drank it all after clinking the glasses.

Putting down the wine cup, Zhou Zhongliang thought for a while and said, "Brother Xiwen comes to join me, of course I am asking for it, but the relationship between you and me is different. Zhongliang still has to say something."

"It's okay, Brother Junchen has something to say, just say it bluntly." Peng Rong nodded.

"Brother Xiwen said that the loyal and good ministers are at the top of the rank of the emperor. Perhaps it seems to be like this from outsiders' eyes, but in fact, the loyal and good brother is not as glorious as that. To be honest, although the loyal and good brother is now a Grand Secretary, he is actually like walking on thin ice!"

"How do you say this?" Peng Rong raised his eyebrows and asked immediately.

Some words were hidden in Zhou Zhongliang's heart for a long time. Now that he had drunk and met his old friend, Zhou Zhongliang couldn't help but complain to Peng Rong. He escorted Zhu Yicheng to the capital of Hangzhou, who would have thought that he would fall into Yuan Qi's hands by chance. Later, because of saving his life, he had no choice but to tell Zhu Yicheng's identity, and was forced to join the rebel army and board the ship. What happened later was that the war in Hangzhou failed, followed Yuan Qi all the way west, and finally to this day.

In addition, he also told the structure of Yuan Qi's army, including the few people he trusted. He even sighed that although he was a Grand Secretary and the head of the civil servants in Yuan's army, he actually had no rights. To put it bluntly, it was just a decoration. Moreover, Zhu Yicheng is in Nanjing and now he is in power and has a strong army and has a faint sense of a king. If he had known this day, why would he have been like this? If he had defected to Zhu Yicheng at that time, how could he be like now?

"Brother Xiwen, I really regret it!" After drinking, Zhou Zhongliang patted his chest and sighed: "But it's too late to say these things now, but no matter what, I, Zhou Zhongliang, is also a famous figure in Yuan's army. If Prince Yuan really has an ending in the future, or can he be a rich man."

This is Zhou Zhongliang's words. As Zhu Jiancai conquered cities and plundered the land in the Central Plains, Zhu Yicheng established such a foundation in the southeast. On the contrary, Yuan Qi's position here became increasingly awkward. When he just launched an army, Yuan Qi used Zhu Yicheng to hold the emperor to command the princes. His power was strong, and the rebels in the world pointed to by the army were all competing to follow. Now, although Yuan Qi occupied a considerable territory and had many soldiers under his command, his influence was not as great as before. Zhou Zhongliang was a well-read person. Of course, he could see that Yuan Qi had no appearance as a king, and by then the world would probably not fall into Yuan Qi's hands.

If that is the case, what will happen in the end of Yuan Qi? Looking in the best direction, it is to surrender to the final winner before the dust settles. Then, as the head of the civil servant of Yuan’s army, he may have a way out. If this is not the case, then when the world is pacified, it will be the time for Yuan Qi to lose. Who knows what the result will be for Zhou Zhongliang?

The so-called "Wine to relieve sorrow" is even more sad. After drinking this wine, Zhou Zhongliang talked about everything from his initial reserve to his later nonsense, and what he could say and what he could not say. Peng Rong kept advising him to drink. The two of them didn't know when they drank, but they all got drunk in the end.

It was almost noon the next day, and Zhou Zhongliang woke up slowly, feeling his brain pain. After washing up, he drank a cup of strong tea and drank it and then gradually calmed down.

"Brother Junchen!" When Zhou Zhongliang left the bedroom and came to the corridor, Peng Rong, who was reading the book in the corridor, smiled and stood up to say hello to him.

"Brother Xiwen slept well last night?" Zhou Zhongliang bowed his hand with a smile. He was the master, so of course he had to greet the guests. Peng Rong quickly said yes, and the two of them chatted briefly in the corridor.

"Brother Junchen, this wine is harmful to your health, so it's better to drink less in the future." Peng Rong reminded.

"Yes, I drank a little more yesterday. By the way, Brother Xiwen, Zhongliang did not lose his composure after getting drunk yesterday, right?" Zhou Zhongliang asked.

"Haha." Peng Rong smiled and said, "I haven't lost my composure, but Brother Junchen complained a lot!"

"Thank you?"

Peng Rong nodded slightly, picked a few simple words and said, then lowered his voice and asked, "Since Brother Junchen has seen so thoroughly, why don't you make plans early?"

"This..." Zhou Zhongliang felt a little regretful. If he had known this, he wouldn't have drunk so much wine last night. Fortunately, these words were just heard by Peng Rong. If others knew about it, it would be a big problem.

After thinking about it, Zhou Zhongliang looked around and saw that there was no one around and sighed: "I will not hide it from Brother Xiwen, Zhongliang is now in a difficult situation. Even if he transfers to the state of governor, it is impossible. He can only spend one day and count one day, so he will be blessed by himself..."

"That's true. Brother Junchen had already deprived the governor of the country that day, and it would be useless to go to Jiangning now. Besides, even if Brother Junchen wants to go to Prince Yuan, it is impossible to let you go! But... Is there only one way in the world? Brother Junchen doesn't want other ways to join the wise master?"

As soon as Peng Rong said this, Zhou Zhongliang became alert and his eyes instantly became sharp.
Chapter completed!