The disgraced official I took care of was actually Zhu Houcong's childhood friend.

The minor official usually guarded the post station, and most of the people coming and going were also minor officials.

It was a rare opportunity to meet such an important figure as Wang Shouren, so naturally, they dared not neglect his friend.

After the two entered the official post station, they saw Wang Yangming in the courtyard.

At this moment, Wang Yangming was clearly also unable to sleep and was practicing swordsmanship.

"I told you, that old bastard Bo'an couldn't sleep either."

Tang Bohu looked at Zhou Chu and smiled.

Although these words were spoken to Zhou Chu, he did not deliberately lower his voice, so Wang Yangming naturally heard them as well.

After hearing this, he calmly and slowly finished practicing a set of sword techniques, then sheathed his sword and wiped his sweat.

"Brother Bohu, weighing instruments, the three of us have truly embarrassed ourselves today."

Wang Yangming said it was shameful, but his face was full of smiles.

He hadn't felt this good in many years.

In particular, his conversation with Zhou Chu gave him the feeling of having met a kindred spirit and a great talent.

It was incredibly satisfying.

The weighing method is extreme, but he is right. A serious illness requires strong medicine, and the correction must not be too extreme.

Is there anything in this world that is perfectly just right?

If you do things with the sole aim of being absolutely right and without any deviation, you're bound to fail.

"How can you call this shameful? Isn't it a beautiful thing to say?"

Tang Bohu said indifferently.

"Haha, that's true. We almost became sworn brothers with Hengqi. I don't mind at all. Hengqi and I hit it off immediately, like old friends. But what about you? What if you really became sworn brothers with your student?"

Wang Yangming said with a half-smile.

"I've already done the worship, why should I care about these things? I didn't care what people thought of me when I was young, let alone now? Why don't we continue worshiping now?"

Tang Bohu then tried to pull Zhou Chu into becoming sworn brothers.

"Teacher, absolutely not."

Zhou Chu hurriedly refused.

Tang Bohu, as his teacher, could do this, but Zhou Chu, as his student, could not agree to it.

If it were during the day, the three of them, fueled by alcohol, would have simply done the vows.

At this moment, Zhou Chu was perfectly clear-headed. If he were to agree, it would be a betrayal of the Heavenly Gang.

"Haha, don't make things difficult for the weighing instrument."

Wang Yangming offered a solution to the siege of Zhou Chu.

"Want to have some more?"

Tang Bohu looked at Wang Yangming and said.

"No, I don't want to get drunk and cause trouble."

Wang Yangming verbally refused, but his words implied that he was tempted.

He had excellent self-control and rarely got drunk, especially with his colleagues; he didn't dare to get drunk either.

Each of them has ulterior motives.

But you also have to consider who you're drinking with.

Tang Bohu was his old friend, and he was frank, unrestrained and free-spirited.

He even regarded Zhou Chu as a close friend.

He will be leaving Beijing in a few days, and it's uncertain whether the three of them will have a chance to drink together again.

What's more, drinking with these two is really enjoyable.

"Have some more."

Wang Yangming never deceived his conscience; having understood this, he immediately agreed.

There was absolutely no need for Tang Bohu to invite him again.

"Stealing half a day of leisure from a busy life, why bother setting sail when you're in high spirits?"

"I am a guest in the Prince of Chen's mansion, and I will drink my fill for eternity without coveting power."

"In the past, Li Bai held a banquet for Qiu Sheng, and Li Bai also envied the madness of King Chen."

"When drunk, one can invite the moon in the sky, and also sleep with a beautiful woman."

(Except for the first sentence, which wasn't original, the rest were all written by myself. I think they're alright.)

"What a poem! What a poem!"

Chu Heng looked at the poem he had written on the paper, slapping his thigh as he read it.

"This Zhou Hengqi is a genius! A true genius!"

Chu Heng looked at the poem in his hand and the more he read it, the more he felt that it was absolutely wonderful and might even be passed down through the ages.

"No wonder he became Tang Bohu's student; his unrestrained manner is no different from Tang Bohu's back then."

Chu Heng couldn't help but sigh.

“Father, Hengqi is not unruly. He does things in a very methodical way. He wrote this poem after drinking with Mr. Yangming and the Six Like Layman.”

Chu Li was afraid that her father might misunderstand Zhou Chu.

She knew very well that everyone praised Tang Bohu, and many civil and military officials also admired him.