"Young Master is back."

Chen Fan returned to Chen's mansion and entered his own yard. A maid who was cleaning the yard shouted loudly. In a blink of an eye, all the people who were busy in the house walked out. There were four people in total, saying, "Hello, Master."

"Okay, all are fine."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Guess what I brought for you, look, osmanthus cake. Each person has one serving, and they are all collected."

This was bought for them on the way back.

Originally, in his small courtyard, there was only a book boy Liu An, and an Aunt Liu who was responsible for his daily life.

After he made a distillation level, Butler Zhou arranged four people for him, one for the ward, two young maids, and one for the aunt.

Chen Fan alone has six people who serve him. Even the children of noble families may not necessarily receive this treatment.

So, that legitimate mother is really good at being a human being.

The two maids were the happiest. They took the pastry and shouted, "Thank you, Master."

At this time, Aunt Liu, the oldest experienced, spoke, "Okay, the young master just came back, must be tired. Just go and do your own business. Xiangxiang, go and get a basin of hot water for the young master."

Everyone went to work. After Chen Fan sat down, the maid Xiangxiang came over with a copper basin, put down the basin, wrung the towel, and then helped him wash his face.

"I'll do it myself."

Chen Fan didn't ask her to help, so he took the towel and wiped his face.

Both maids, both fourteen or fifteen years old, sometimes they feel a little guilty when they look at their hard work.

He never lets them help if he washes his face and dresses, he does it himself.

At this time, Butler Zhou came and brought a few things.

Butler Zhou looked in his forties and looked smart and capable. The maid Xiangxiang looked a little afraid of him. After calling "Butler Zhou", she stood aside and did not dare to speak.

Butler Zhou put a few things in front of Chen Fan and said, "San Young Master, as you said, a few soaps have been made. Please check it out."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Uncle Zhou asked me back so urgently, just for this? Is it done, just sell it directly?"

Mr. Zhou replied, "This is what the wife means. You must check it out and get your approval before you can go to the counter to sell it."

Chen Fan looked at the square soaps in front of him, picked them up and smelled them one by one, nodded and said, "No, they are a little different in appearance. These fragrant soaps are sold to the ladies and ladies of wealthy families. The appearance should be better-looking, and don't be square like this. Treat the edges to make them smoother."

"Yes." Butler Zhou wrote down.

"After you're done, don't show it to me, just go public."

When Mr. Zhou received the reply, he left. When he left, he left the soap and said he was giving him a try.

Chen Fan happened to go and deliver things to his brother and sister, and took the soap with him, so he left a piece of it.

He went to my elder brother's place first.

His elder brother was six or seven years older than him, and he passed the Jinshi early. He is now working in the Hanlin Academy and marrying the daughter of the Grand Secretary of the current dynasty. He has a bright future in his career.

When the eldest brother was not here, Chen Fan did not stay for a long time, put down his things and left.

The second brother also inherited the fine traditions of his father and brother. He is a seed of study. He has passed the provincial examination and is preparing for the imperial examination next year and studying hard.

Chen Fan didn't disturb him much, put down his things and left. It's good that he has the meaning.

Finally, he went to his sister's place, but saw her sitting in the yard, holding a note in her hand, looking a little stupid.

Seeing her expression, Chen Fan couldn't help but be wary, walked over quietly, pulled the note from her hand and said, "What are you looking at? You're so fascinated?"

Chen Zhilan suddenly became anxious and stood up, trying to grab the note back, shouting, "Give it back to me."

Chen Fan stretched out his hand, raised it high, looking at the content above, and chanted, "By the broken bridge outside the post, lonely and unowned, it was dusk alone, and the wind and rain were even more intense. I had no intention of fighting for spring, and letting the flowers be jealous-"

When he read this, his heart was shocked.

I don’t think there is anything in the beginning, but in these two sentences, I’m so familiar.

Although he had not read the last two sentences, he had already seen them and was even more familiar with them. "Steps into mud and crushed into dust, but the fragrance was as fragrant as before."

This is a poem. Although he has forgotten the name of the poem, he doesn't remember who wrote it. However, Song Ci, Song Ci, such a classic poem, should have come from the Song Dynasty.

But, in this history, where did the Song Dynasty come from?

During the Daliang Dynasty, a Song lyrics actually appeared. What does this mean?

Chen Fan felt his heart beating wildly, and a bold idea emerged in his mind.

Just as he was stunned, Chen Zhilan had already jumped up and snatched the note from his hand. Looking at the wrinkles on the note, she looked heartbroken and complained, "Third Brother, why are you snatching my stuff?"

Chen Fan suddenly grabbed her arms and asked anxiously, "Tell me quickly, who wrote this poem?"

Chen Zhilan struggled in pain, "Third Brother, you hurt me."

"sorry."

Chen Fan quickly let go of his hand, slowed down his tone, and said, "Little sister, whose work is this poem?"

Chen Zhilan rubbed her arm that was hurt by being scratched. Although she was a little angry, she still replied, "This is Miss Lin's new work."

"Miss Lin? New work?"

When Chen Fan heard this, his eyes lit up, which means that the author of this poem is still alive, which further confirms his conjecture.

Chen Zhilan widened her eyes and said, "No, you don't even know Miss Lin? She is the number one talented woman in our capital."

"So it's her."

Chen Fan had really heard of the title of the most talented woman in Beijing, and when he was drinking with those classmates, he heard those classmates mention it.

But what they emphasized was their identity, the daughter of Shou'anhou.

Shou'an Hou was the elder brother of the empress of the dynasty and a true royal relative. In other words, the emperor is the uncle of this talented woman, and the crown prince is her cousin.

He thought that such a prominent identity was just a gossip and didn't ask her what works she had. She thought she was also hyped up.

Who knew that she actually wrote such a word.

"Does she have any other works? Come and take them to me and take a look."

With this poem alone, he didn't dare to be 100% sure, so he quickly asked the little sister.

After a while, Chen Zhilan took out a small book, which included several works by Miss Lin.

After Chen Fan saw it, he finally confirmed that Miss Lin is probably the same as him, a time traveler.

The above poems are quite familiar. Although I can’t remember who the original author is, they must be classic works in reality.

"So it's a double-edged article."

He was a little excited and finally knew which book the outline was. It was a man and a woman who traveled to the extinction of history. Later, the heroine became the fiancée of the hero's second brother.

This was the selling point of the novel he thought of at that time.

"Little sister, do you know how to meet this Miss Lin?" Chen Fan couldn't wait to see her.

Chen Zhilan was obviously the talented little fan girl. She was very clear about her movements and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. She went to Jingshan to relax today."

"I have something to do, let's go first."

Chen Fan left, ran all the way back to his yard and shouted loudly, "Liu An, prepare the carriage immediately."

Liu An ran out and asked, "Where is the young master who wants to go?"

"Jingshan."
Chapter completed!