A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

Liu Yong is an unlucky guy.

Since the Zhenzong period, his reputation for being 'frivolous' has gone hand in hand with his reputation for being able to write good lyrics, leading to him failing several imperial examinations.

And he must thank Zhao Zhen, because he passed high school in the imperial examination after Zhao Zhen took office.

But Zhao Zhen has no good impression of Liu Yong and thinks he is just a prodigal.

"That's someone who wants fame and fortune. He doesn't mean what he says. How can he be reused?"

In the eyes of the emperor, poets and poets are just a piece of waste paper. They can be used when they want to wipe their butts and thrown away when they don't want to.

Zhao Zhen shook his head and sighed: "If that young man follows Liu Yong's old path, I will be extremely disappointed... As for fragrant dew, there are many things used by women in the palace."

Chen Zhongheng knew that the emperor didn't like those submissive people, let alone official fans like Liu Yong, so he couldn't help but mourn for Shen An for a moment.

At this time, a palace maid came outside the palace, but she just looked at Chen Zhongheng.

This is because the women in the harem have something to say, but it is difficult to say it directly to the officials.

Chen Zhongheng often does this kind of thing, so he goes out easily.

"Look at the red face, does he miss me, brother?"

Chen Zhongheng smiled teasingly, but there was no frivolity in his eyes.

The palace maid whispered: "Chen Douzhi, I heard that someone is selling fragrant dew outside..."

In a nutshell, this is a cover-up, but a poor one.

Chen Zhongheng nodded and said: "I understand, I will tell the officials later."

The palace maid raised her head and smiled at him, very charmingly.

There was a smile on Chen Zhongheng's lips, but his eyes were cold and he said, "The saint didn't even say anything. You ladies must be too impatient."

The palace maid hurriedly lowered her head to admit her mistake, and Chen Zhongheng said: "Go ahead, be more careful next time."

The saint refers to the queen, and the current queen is the granddaughter of the famous founding general Cao Bin. She is called a decisive killer, and even Chen Zhongheng does not dare to neglect her.

Later, some palace maids came to send messages one after another, all because of the fragrant dew.

Chen Zhongheng gathered these words together, and then told Zhao Zhen: "The ladies in the official family and the palace all want to buy some flower dew..."

Well!

Zhao Zhen said in astonishment: "Is the fragrant dew really so good?"

Chen Zhongheng smiled bitterly and said: "The officials and the palace, except for the saints, asked people to come and spread the word, saying that they wanted to buy some for use."

Zhao Zhen didn't understand these things, but he knew that all the concubines in the first palace were flocking to this stuff.

"That young man is so..."

He thought Shen An was just messing around, but he didn't expect that he would create another big business.

Chen Zhongheng was also very curious about the young man, so he said, "Guan family, would you like me to go and have a look tomorrow? I might as well ask the price by the way."

Zhao Zhen nodded noncommittally.

Later, when he returned to the harem, he realized that those women were really crazy.

"The officials should get all the fragrant dew in..."

"That's right! That poem is really well done, and the name is also good... it has a subtle fragrance..."

Zhao Zhen heard two concubines outside muttering that they wanted to collect all the fragrant dew into the palace, and his face began to turn dark.

A woman without any sense of proportion.

He walked away from the window, his expression cold and scary.

"Here, half a year."

It was simple, but Chen Zhongheng understood it immediately.

"Yes, official."

These two unlucky women will stay in the boudoir for half a year without receiving a drop of rain or dew from the emperor.

Zhao Zhen felt that his woman should not be like this, so he was a little depressed.

He went to the next place and walked to the door.

"...That fragrance is jasmine?"

"Yes, madam, they said it smells good, and it's better than rose dew. It's faint, strong at first, and then slowly becomes more elegant. How long will it last?"

"Yeah! That's great, do you think I should tell the officials and turn all those fragrant dews into tributes... Think about it!"

"Madam, if the officials love you so much, you will definitely succeed."

"How about I give it a try?"

Chen Zhongheng glanced at Zhao Zhen secretly, and when he saw that his face was ashen, he whispered: "Guan family, why don't you... go and look elsewhere?"

What a fart!

Zhao Zhen left this place angrily, then turned around, "Here, one..."

Chen Zhongheng murmured in his heart: Official, please leave!

Zhao Zhen probably heard what he was thinking, so he patted his forehead and didn't say the word 'year' after it.

To be honest, he would probably become a living eunuch within half a year to a year.

Chen Zhongheng hurriedly advised: "Officials, not to mention ladies, I am also a little moved after hearing this!"

Zhao Zhen scolded: "What kind of perfume should a man use? Does it look good if it is neither male nor female?"

Chen Zhongheng smiled and said: "You don't know something, officials. Nowadays, some people, mainly scholars, like to put powder on their faces, wear sachets on their bodies, and look more charming in their movements..."

"Shut up! Besides, my dinner is free!"

"Yes, yes, officials..."

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Standing outside the rental house, Shen An felt a little sad.

Guoguo urged impatiently.

"Brother, go home, go home."

yes! This is not home, the next door is.

The landlord was behind. Since Shen An didn't live for the entire rent period, he made a small profit.

Shen An took one last look at the house, UU reading www.uukanｓhu.net and then turned around while holding Guoguo.

This was a farewell to the panic he felt when he first came to the Song Dynasty and his confusion about the future.

There was a noise next door, and Yao Lian's voice was loud and clear.

"I want mutton, not pork, and I want wine."

"roll!"

Zeng Ermei's voice is equally outstanding.

Shen An nodded to the landlord and said, "Thank you for taking care of me during this period."

The landlord was already confused by Shen An's bizarre situation and didn't know what to do, so he subconsciously smiled flatteringly, "We will still be neighbors from now on, Mr. Shen will have to take more care of her."

Shen An nodded slightly, then glanced at the couple opposite, and left with Guoguo in hand.

The landlord sent him out. When he came back, he saw that the couple was a little lost, so he smiled and said, "Mr. Shen is very prosperous. Think about it, he has earned such a huge fortune in just over a month since he came to Bianliang, and he also has a lot of money." Calling slaves, calling maids... Hey! This man is comparing himself to others, it's so irritating!"

Wang Jian and Azhu stared blankly at the open door of the room opposite.

The house was very clean, but when someone came to carry the copper coins earlier, the scene made people jealous.

Azhu felt her heart shrinking and an emotion called jealousy swelling.

"Guardian, is he really the Shen An who makes stir-fried vegetables and secret fragrance?"

Wang Jian thought of Zhao Zhongzhen's cold attitude and felt cold in his heart.

"Yes, that's him."

Azhu's reserve had disappeared, but her jealousy became more intense, and annoyance surged into her heart like a tide.

"Sir, we are neighbors! If only then..."

She didn't say anything later, but Wang Jian knew.

——If we had gotten along harmoniously and had a good relationship with Shen An, how much help would we get in the future!