Without the Yishui Painting Boat, Furao also got rid of the Valley of Forgetfulness, these two businesses, every time he reminded him of the seven lives that died by jumping into the river, he couldn't sleep steadily, and the money he earned on it was not safe to hold.

In addition, she has been with Quan Ce for so long, and she has been a dignitary in her interactions, although no one cares about her background, she herself is quite mindful, and she has already had the heart to change her career.

The newly opened storefront, on the most lively street in the south city, is an inn integrating a sharp and solid store, the most ancient business, and the name of the store is also relatively close to the people.

Quan Ce was displaced here, looked around with his hands behind his back, shook his head again and again, shook Fu Yuan's heart to the bottom, pulled him to a beautifully decorated room on the second floor, shook his arm, and was coquettish, "Lang Jun, the slave has spent a lot of time, if there is something wrong, you just say it."

As soon as Quan Ce entered the door, smelling the fragrant fragrance inside, he knew that this was the place where Fu Hui used it for himself, and his body was crooked, leaning on the bed, "Your inn, called Rugui Inn, is different from the Hongyun Inn on the street?" ”

When Furao heard this, she was very dissatisfied, she had reconnoitred the inn, and she snapped her fingers like a few treasures, "The curtains and tables and chairs in my store are all dark brown, dignified and atmospheric, not glamorous at all, the master is invited by Chang'an, and there are many dishes......

As he spoke, he saw a smile on the corner of Quan Ce's mouth, his confidence was insufficient, his voice gradually lowered, his furry eyes turned, and he became angry again, "Hmph, my private room here is lit by red candles at night, and there are three altars of Jiannan burning spring supply every day."

Seeing that she was cute, Quan Ce stretched out his hand and hugged her in his arms, "The latter two are okay, but they are only considered to be showy, and they can't be publicized, in my opinion, first of all, the name of this inn will be changed, such as returning to the inn, it is cheesy, change the street, you can meet several, the recognition is not enough, if you want to change, change it to, change it to Yuelai Inn"

"Also, the decoration of the store has no characteristics, it is better to try the martial arts style, create an atmosphere of people in the rivers and lakes, happy and enmity, idle clouds and wild cranes, so that visitors can transcend the world and have a moment of freedom."

"In addition to food and accommodation, you can also add a theater ......"

"Cinema?" The worship in Fleur's eyes dissipated without a trace, and she squeezed her fist and gently slapped him, "The slave just didn't want to get involved in the matter of the hook fence anymore, so he opened the inn."

Quan Ce scratched her jade-like nose, "This theater is not another theater, there is no singing and dancing, there are hundreds of plays, especially the wrestling scene, which can be divided into two kinds, one is a performance play, the other is a challenge play, if there are guests itching, it can also provide venue facilities, so that they can show their skills, but there is one point, the store does not allow gambling"

Furao held his face, "The slave Lang Jun can be seen to be a general again, full of martial arts, this idea is ingenious, but among the visitors, they are not necessarily like Lang Jun, there is a heroic heart, there is that polite guest, wouldn't he take a detour?" ”

"Don't set up another place to talk about the academy, please be articulate, preferably ventriloquist, tell some legendary books, ghost stories, and be a pastime for dining."

"Let's chirp" Fu Hui printed a pink lip on Quan Ce's face, struggled to get up, and squatted down to give a blessing, "Lang Jun is wise, slaves all listen to you"

Quan Ce also stood up and rubbed his hands, "I've been practicing calligraphy recently, and I've made a lot of progress, so I'll write you a couplet."

"That's good, slave thank you" Fu Hui smiled like a flower, held a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and added fragrance to her red sleeves.

Quan Ce waved his pen, and a regular script in Chu style jumped on the paper, "Flying snow shoots white deer in the sky, and the smiling book god leans on the blue duck"

Fu Hui chanted softly, seeing that there was a faint sadness on Quan Ce's face, he didn't know why, so he hurriedly pestered him, "Lang Jun, it's all said here, you want to laugh at the book gods, you have time to write some scripts for slaves, under your banner, you will definitely be able to attract a lot of guests, the story of the Chinese ghost story you told before is moving."

Quan Ce nodded with a smile and hugged her, and the room was quiet for a while.

The Yuelai Inn in Fuhui was intensively renovated, Quan Ce accepted Wang Hui's invitation and participated in a polo match to celebrate the joy of moving, the two sides were divided, on one side was the team organized by Wang Hui, there were twelve people, with the Li clan relatives in the majority, Quan Ce also took the lead in organizing the team, he did not deliberately, but the people invited, most of them were from the warriors of the Eastern Capital Qianniu and the Northern Ya Qianqi, Zheng Chong, Han Zhai, Ling Hulun and others were all listed, as well as the civil officials Cui Rong in the prime of life, Lu Zhaoyin, and Doulu Qinwang's son Dou Lu Congchang and others, Most of them are moderate people who take a biased position but do not offend Wu, Wang Hui is wearing a blue narrow-sleeved robe, and Quan Ce is wearing a silver narrow-sleeved robe, and twenty-four people are stepping on a high-headed horse, with black boots on their feet, wearing a hood on their heads, and holding a crescent-shaped cane, which is quite heroic.

The polo field is paved with yellow sand, the horses are galloping rapidly, the people in the field are shouting and shouting, it is very the momentum of some sand field rushing, these days, the skills of the right policy have been greatly improved, hitting and passing, flying horse cover, all have the same appearance, the polo game is divided into six rounds, an event will take about two hours to finish, every two quarters must rest for a period of time, the horse can feed some forage, but people can not eat, or even drink, so as not to damage the stomach, the physique is not good, really can not control the sport.

After the fierce battle, the Quan Ce side won by a big score, Wang Hui didn't care, he praised him seriously, and he taught him by hand, he would only be happy when he entered the country.

However, there were many in his team who could not afford to lose, so they angrily threw down their sticks and walked away.

Quan Ce and Wang Hui looked at each other and smiled, and didn't care, "Come on, hurry up and serve, if you want to leave, give a jar of Jiannan Burning Spring, and if you want to stay, please serve tea in the backyard"

Quan Ce saw that he was clearly assigned inside and out, and he treated people differently from before, and he was no longer a soft temperament that everyone was like, and he was very happy for him, speaking of which, this cousin has been idle for some days since he was injured because of the last time he hid Liu Tong's deeds, "Cousin, can you intend to re-enter the office?" ”

Wang Hui put away the cue and ball cover, slapped the sand on his body, dragged the power strategy, and beckoned everyone to go to the bathing room, "For my brother, I have already had this heart, but my mother has never said much, and my father has blocked me many times, saying that I have an uncertain temperament and it is useless to be a good person."

Wang Miao? At this time, I realized that the temperature was wrong, but unfortunately the idea was too limited after all, as long as I was not in the critical place, and I didn't do anything out of line, it was much better to be out of office than to complain.

"I went to tell my uncle that my cousin's appearance is just to train his temperament and ability, how can it be said that it is useless?" Quan Ce has a big package, his uncle Wang Miao has always been thoughtful, and he has always pondered and explored Quan Ce, and he can't see through it, and he seems to be observing and analyzing his every word and deed, just a little hint, he is good at thinking too much, and he will definitely not refute himself.

"Then I'll thank Da Lang first, please go to the restaurant another day" Wang Hui smiled casually.

"If Wang Langjun doesn't dislike it, he can come to the Eastern Capital Qianniuwei, I will wait for the vacant position" Don't wait for others to interface, solemnly take the lead, he is intimate with Quan Ce, not comparable to others, with the Eastern Capital Qianniu Wei governing the military atmosphere, Wang Hui entered him, he will only be busy dealing with military regulations and military discipline drills, and then have no time to contact people who are not indiscriminate, and give birth to some other ideas.

Wang Hui thanked him, and Quan Ce smiled happily.