After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

At noon, the sun shines on the ancient school, making it look particularly quiet and solemn.

The sunlight shines through the ancient windows onto the wooden desks, illuminating the bookish atmosphere of the room.

The male and female students sat neatly on the chairs, listening attentively to the old gentleman's lecture, their eyes revealing a desire for knowledge.

The old gentleman stood in front, holding a book, and imparted classic culture and wisdom in a loud and steady voice.

"I have no interest in worldly things, my nature is to love hills and mountains."

"I fell into the web of dust by mistake and was gone for thirty years."

"The birds in the pond miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss."

"Opening up wasteland in the southern wilderness, returning to the garden and farming."

"The house is over ten acres square, with eight or nine thatched houses."

"The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum blossoms in front of the hall."

"The distant village is hazy, and the smoke from the village is lingering."

"Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow atop mulberry trees."

"The courtyard is free from dust, and the empty room is full of leisure."

"After staying in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature."

The bright sun shining on his face added a sense of solemnity and majesty.

The walls around the school are hung with calligraphy and paintings, displaying famous sayings of ancient philosophers, inspiring young students to pursue excellence.

Outside the window, the breeze gently blows the leaves, making a rustling sound, adding a natural harmony to the classroom.

In this ancient school, sunlight and knowledge are intertwined, illuminating the students' path to learning.

"Jingyuan..."

"Jingyuan..."

"Jingyuan!"

“Han Jingyuan——!”

A sound coming from far away gradually reached the ears of the young man who was sleeping at the desk in the corner. His handsome and tender face couldn't help but wrinkle slightly, indicating that he seemed to be not sleeping well.

"Han Jingyuan!" The serious and old voice once again resounded in the school. The boys and girls around couldn't help but shut up and sit still, looking nervously at the boy in the corner.

"Hmm?" The young man rubbed his eyes in a daze, stood up from the table yawning, and looked at the old man in front of him with a solemn face and a hint of anger.

"How did you sleep?" the old man asked the confused handsome boy with a forced smile.

"Uh (⊙o⊙)...the table is too low, it's a bit uncomfortable." The boy answered bluntly in a daze.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the entire school became more depressing. Several young men sitting in the front hurriedly winked at him, asking him to change his words quickly.

"Okay, okay... Han Ming! Are you dissatisfied with my teaching?" The old man clenched the book in his hand with a little force.

The old man's rage caused the entire school to fall into complete silence, with one able to hear a pin drop. Everyone secretly swallowed their saliva and looked at the young man named Han Ming with an expression of "May the best come to you".

Han Ming, whose courtesy name was Jingyuan, was born in the mansion of Han Zhang, the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. He was the legitimate eldest grandson and the future legitimate heir to the Han family.

This is the boy's identity in this world, but inside, he is a good young man from modern times.

Just because of his kindness in saving others, he brought disaster upon himself, and his soul was transported to this world of film and television drama - "The Story of Minglan".

He also became the eldest grandson of the Han family, who had no role in the play, and the future helmsman of this noble mansion.

He was once good friends with Gu Tingye, the second son of the Gu family in Ningyuan Marquis Mansion, and witnessed the conspiracy in front of the Bai family's mourning hall.

He also followed the wedding procession of the Duke Zhongqin's mansion to the south of the Yangtze River and witnessed the pitching pot competition between Gu Erlang and Sheng Xiaoliu.

He also participated in the operation to save Wei Xiaoniang, but things are unpredictable. Even with his prophetic abilities, Han Ming was unable to save two lives.

From that moment on, his kindness made him fall into self-confusion. If he came to this world not to change something, then what was the meaning of his life?

He didn't understand, so he began to give up and live a meaningless life...

After sorting out the situation, Han Ming touched his nose awkwardly, put on a wry smile and said, "What the scholar said is all about poetry and trivial matters. It's not worth discussing with me."

Hearing Han Ming's arrogant words, the faces of the young boys and girls sitting in the school changed and they looked at him in astonishment.

Among them, Sheng Changbai, the second elder brother of the Sheng family, and Qi Heng, the young master of the Duke of Qi's mansion, both raised their eyebrows and winked, signaling Han Ming not to be so tough and not to say such things casually. You must know that the old gentleman invited by their Sheng family school is a great scholar of the time - Zhuang Xuejiu.

Han Ming actually dared to say in front of this scholar that poetry was a minor art. He would probably be accused of being arrogant and disrespectful to his teachers.

"Interesting!" Zhuang Xuejiu laughed angrily, stroking his beard and looking at Han Ming.

"Since you despise this trivial art of poetry, why don't you try writing a poem or lyric and see how it goes?"

As soon as Master Zhuang said this, the school was in an uproar. Not only the students, but even the maids and servants who were sitting beside them started talking in low voices.

"Silence!" Zhuang Xuejiu shouted in a voice as loud as a bell.

Everyone present immediately sat up straight, looked at their noses, and stopped looking around.

"Please?" Zhuang Xuejiu stretched out his hand and made a gesture of 'please perform'.

Han Ming did not dare to neglect it, and immediately stood up and bowed: "How dare I accept the scholar's request!"

Zhuang Xuejiu smiled kindly, "Brother Han, do you think you have a plan in mind?"

Han Ming saluted again: "I dare not."

"Do you think I'm joking with you?!"

As Zhuang Xuejiu's tone became more serious, Han Ming immediately trembled and quickly became serious.

"Zuo! If you can't convince everyone today, don't blame me for having a good talk with your father and grandfather."

Seeing that Han Ming had completely annoyed Zhuang Xuejiu, Sheng Changbai and Qi Heng could only hold their foreheads and smile bitterly.

On the other side, the three sisters of the Sheng family, Molan, Rulan, and Minglan, all looked at Han Ming with a hint of worry.

Only Sheng Changfeng, the third brother of the Sheng family who was heartless from beginning to end, stared at Han Ming with interest. He was the epitome of someone who enjoys watching the fun.

Seeing that things had come to this, Han Ming could only pretend to hum twice, as if to adjust his voice, then straighten his body and stand in the classroom.

The young man had long eyebrows like willows, a body like a jade tree, a smooth and fair face with a hint of cold handsomeness, and a pair of dark eyes with a deep and profound meaning.

With one hand in front, placed on his waist, and the other hand behind his back, Han Ming began to pace slowly to one side.

This gesture made the entire school silent for a moment, and then everyone's eyes showed a hint of anticipation.

"Are we going to learn Cao Zhi's seven-step poem?" The students present were secretly shocked.

"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to miles."

Han Ming took a step forward, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he uttered a classic poem he had learned in his previous life.

What he never expected was that as soon as the first line of the poem came out, Zhuang Xuejiu's face changed and he couldn't help but look at Han Ming with horror.

The eyes of the young boys and girls in the school lit up, and they savored Han Ming's poem carefully.

The young man in white clothes did not stop his steps at all, and continued to step forward, and the following verses came out one after another.

"If the wind stops and comes down, it can still blow away the water."

"People at that time always saw me as different, and they all sneered at my big words."

"Xuanfu still feared those who came after him, and a man should never look down on the young."

A masterpiece from the previous life of the great Chinese poet Li Bai, "To Li Yong", is dedicated to the people in the parallel world.

Han Ming stopped and put his feet together, still standing tall beside the table, looking at Zhuang Xuejiu and everyone who was shocked with a gentle smile on his face.

"What a good poem!" Sheng Changbai, who came to his senses first, clasped his hands together suddenly and looked at Han Ming in shock and amazement.

Although he had long known that his good friend was talented at a young age, he was still shocked by such excellent works and poems.

"Good!" Sheng Changfeng followed his second brother in clapping his hands and looked at Han Ming with admiration. As to whether he understood the meaning, that was unknown.

In the first four lines of this poem, Jingyuan compares himself to the Dapeng, a mythical bird mentioned in Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyaoyou." Legend has it that this mythical bird is so vast, "I don't know how many thousands of miles it can reach," and "its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky." Its wings can reach three thousand miles when it touches the water, and soar to as high as ninety thousand miles when it soars.

"The Peng bird is a symbol of freedom and a totem of ideals in Zhuangzi's philosophy."

"It can be seen that Jingyuan has great ambitions, and his heart is full of romantic fantasies and grand aspirations!"

Young Master Qi Heng began to analyze the meaning contained in the poem in a clear and logical manner, which felt a bit like doing reading comprehension in his previous life.

As for the next four rounds, Qi Heng simply skipped over them and did not dare to interpret them any further, because they seemed to involve the scholar Zhuang in front of him.

You should know that the original work "To Li Yong" was used to refute, criticize, ridicule and satirize Li Yong's contemptuous attitude, and this is exactly the true meaning of the last four sentences.

Han Ming was originally born into a family of prime ministers, which can be said to be a family of scholars. He was extremely talented since childhood. He knew a thousand words at the age of three, recited Tang poems at the age of five, was familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics at the age of seven, and was proficient in poetry and songs at the age of eight. He was a child prodigy.

But ever since the incident with Wei Xiaoniang, he had seen clearly his own limitations and had fallen into a desperate situation, always doubting the meaning of his existence.

As a result, his academic performance plummeted, and he just lived a mediocre life in the Han family school. Finally, his grandfather Han Zhang, who was disgusted with his lack of ambition, sent him to study under the famous Zhuang Xuejiu.

But Han Ming was not Zhongyong after all, and his talent was not wiped out. Instead, he often uttered shocking words, which made the whole Bianjing city know that the Han family had produced a talented person.

It's just that everyone can't stand Han Ming's casual attitude and life, especially after his talent was recognized by many literary masters, and they don't want this young talent to die.

So all kinds of ridiculous things happened, including many great scholars criticizing and ridiculing his words.

Today's "To Li Yong", no, it should be called "To Zhuang Xuejiu", once this poem is published, I am afraid it will spread throughout the entire Song Dynasty. By then, those great men who once disdained Han Ming will probably be deeply shocked by his talent...