Liu Yong is an unlucky guy.

Since the reign of Emperor Zhenzong, his reputation of being "frivolous" has gone hand in hand with his reputation of being able to write good words, resulting in failure to pass the imperial examinations several times.

And he must thank Zhao Zhen because he was able to high school in the imperial examination after Zhao Zhen took power.

But Zhao Zhen had no good feelings for Liu Yong, thinking that he was just a prodigal son.

"That's a good person with fame and fortune, and he has different feelings, how can he reuse it?"

What kind of poets are just a piece of waste paper in the eyes of the emperor. They use it when they want to wipe their butts, and throw them aside when they don’t want it.

Zhao Zhen shook his head and sighed: "If that young man had followed Liu Yong's old path, it would have disappointed me... As for Xianglu, there are many things used by women in the palace."

Chen Zhongheng knew that the emperor did not like those timid people, and even more so did those officials who were Liu Yong, so he couldn't help but observe a moment of silence for Chen An.

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

This is what the woman in the harem has to say, but it is difficult to tell the officials directly.

Chen Zhongheng often does such things as passing messages, so he goes out with ease.

"Looking at this little face, do you miss me, brother?"

Chen Zhongheng teased for a moment, but his eyes were not frivolous.

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

Halfway through it, this is a kind of concealment, but it is very clumsy.

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

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

Chen Zhongheng had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold, and he said, "The saint didn't say anything, your wife is too anxious."

The palace maid hurriedly lowered her head and admitted her mistake. Chen Zhongheng said, "Go, be careful next time."

The saint refers to the queen, and the current queen is the granddaughter of Cao Bin, a famous founding general. It is called a decisive killing, and even Chen Zhongheng dares to neglect.

Later, some palace maids came to pass the message one after another, all for the sake of Xianglu.

Chen Zhongheng summed up these words and told Zhao Zhen: "The officials and the ladies in the palace all want to buy some flower dew..."

Well!

Zhao Zhen said in surprise: "That Xianglu is really so good?"

Chen Zhongheng smiled bitterly and said, "In the palace, except for the saints, everyone asked people to pass on the message, saying that they wanted to buy some for use."

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

"That boy is like this..."

He thought Chen An was just making a fuss, but he didn't expect that he would start another big business.

Chen Zhongheng was also very curious about the young man, so he said, "Officials, why don't you go and have a look tomorrow? It's okay to ask for the price."

Zhao Zhen nodded without comment.

Later he returned to the harem and realized that the women were really crazy.

"The official should bring all the fragrance in..."

"Yes! That poem is written so well, and its name is good...Dark fragrance..."

Zhao Zhen heard two concubines outside muttering to enlist Xianglu into the palace, and his face began to turn dark.

A woman with no sense of propriety.

He left the window with a frightening look.

"Here, half a year."

In simple terms, Chen Zhongheng immediately understood.

"Yes, the official."

These two unlucky women will stay in the boudoir for half a year and will not get a drop of rain from the emperor.

Zhao Zhen felt that his woman shouldn't be like this, so he was a little depressed.

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

"…that sweet dew is jasmine scent?"

"Yes, madam, they said it smells so good, and it is better than Rose Dew. It is faint, and it starts to be strong, and then it becomes elegant slowly. Will it smell fragrant for a long time?"

"Oh! That's so good. Do you want to tell the officials? Turn all the fragrance into tributes... How great is it to think about it!"

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

"Then why would I give it a try?"

Chen Zhongheng glanced at Zhao Zhen and saw that his face turned pale, he whispered: "Official family, why not... go somewhere else?"

Just look at it!

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

Chen Zhongheng muttered in his heart: Official, don’t!

Zhao Zhen probably heard his thoughts, so he slapped his forehead and didn't say anything about the "nian" next.

If he really wants to say it, he will become a living eunuch within about half a year to a year.

Chen Zhongheng hurriedly advised: "Officials, let alone women, I am a little moved when I hear this!"

Zhao Zhen cursed: "What kind of fragrance a man uses? Is it very good to be neither male nor female?"

Chen Zhongheng smiled and said, "You don't know anything about the official family. Now some people, mainly those scholars, like to apply powder on their faces, wear sachets on their bodies, and look more charming in their every move..."

"Stop! Let's talk about my dinner!"

"Yes, yes, yes, the official..."

...

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

Guoguo couldn't wait to urge him.

"Brother, go home, go home."

Yes! This is not home, it is next door.

The landlord was right behind. Since Shen An did not live in the full rent period, he made a small profit.

Shen An took a last look at the house, then turned around with Guoguo.

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

There was noisy next door, and Yao Lian's voice was very loud and clear.

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

"roll!"

Zeng Ermei's voice is also outstanding.

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

The landlord was already made by Shen An's bizarre encounter and didn't know how to do it, so he subconsciously smiled flatteringly, "We will still be neighbors in the future, so Mr. Shen must take care of him."

Shen An nodded slightly, then glanced at the couple opposite him, and took Guoguo away from here.

The landlord sent him out. When he came back, he saw the couple being a little lost. He smiled and said, "Shen Langjun is considered to be well-developed. Thinking about it, he could earn a huge fortune in just over a month after he came to Bianliang, and even called slaves and maids... Alas! This person is so angry that he is so angry!"

Wang Jian and Azhu stared blankly at the room opposite with open doors.

The room was very clean, but when someone came to carry copper coins before, the scene was jealous.

Azhu only felt her heart contracting, and an emotion called jealousy was expanding.

"Official, is he really Shen An who makes the stir-fry and the faint fragrance?"

Wang Jian remembered Zhao Zhongliang's cold attitude and felt cold.

"Yes, that's him."

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

"Officials, we are neighbors! If it were the beginning..."

She didn't say it later, but Wang Jian knew.
Chapter completed!