The good thing about running an inn was that friends often came to visit.
And the bad thing about running an inn was that you often had to see friends off...
For several days after seeing Zhou Fu, Liu Tang, and the others off, Yang Ge found everything he did dull and tasteless. Even when Xiao Baoqi and the others repeatedly called him over to play cards, he could not be bothered to move. He simply could not muster any enthusiasm.
In youth, the spring breeze carried you proudly onward, your horse's hooves flying, and you never believed there could be partings in this world.
He was no longer young, so he knew that once you saw some people for the last time, there would never be another meeting.
The arts of an emperor's heart...
"Innkeeper, the Courtyard tea rooms are ready. You can inspect them now."
On the twenty-sixth day after Yang Ge entrusted the Courtyard to Zhao Hong, he finally came to speak his first words to Yang Ge in twenty-four days.
Yang Ge turned his head and gave him an expressionless look. "The month isn't up yet. You really want me to inspect it now? Have you thought this through?"
Zhao Hong had been standing beside him with his chest out and his head high, but those words inexplicably made him lose his nerve for a moment. Every detail of the tea room renovations flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
A moment later, he gritted his teeth. "I've thought it through. Please inspect it now!"
Yang Ge asked nothing more. He rose and walked back into the inn, holding his crooked-spouted teapot as he leisurely crossed the front hall and entered the Courtyard.
The Courtyard was not actually very large, only a little over forty