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

"Tell me, you guys are just Liang Liulang, why are you dragging me along?" Han Ming sat in the front hall with an indignant look on his face.

"You seem to be so idle all day long. I must let you meet some people." Sheng Changbai's elder-like demeanor made Han Ming so angry that he kept silent and just drank his tea.

"Just think of it as accompanying us, okay?" Qi Heng handed Han Ming the snack box and said with a smile.

"I'm afraid you're still thinking about your sixth sister!"

As soon as Han Ming said this, Sheng Changbai's face turned serious, while Qi Heng smiled awkwardly.

After a while, the voices of Sheng Hong and Wang Ruofu were heard outside, as well as Madam Wu and Liang Han.

After entering the hall, the two sides greeted each other and exchanged pleasantries.

The head of the Sheng family, the eldest and the second mother, accompanied Madam Wu to chat, while Liang Han was accompanied by Sheng Changbai. Qi Heng talked to Han Ming, and Han Ming just sat there eating and drinking, looking very happy.

Just as the two sides were chatting heatedly, Han Ming's eyes moved, and he seemed to notice some shadowy figures on the other side of the door leading to the front hall from the backyard. It seemed that there were three women hiding behind the screen, talking in low voices.

"Oh my god, I'm doomed!" Han Ming seemed to remember something, his mouth twitched, and he quickly covered his face.

The next second, a woman's voice was heard in the hall, followed by a crackling sound, and the screen fell down. A woman stood up, and two women fell out. Looking closely, they were the three sisters of the Sheng family - Molan, Rulan, and Minglan.

The story goes back to a quarter of an hour ago. Molan Ruolan, who was originally waiting for Mrs. Shengda, Wang Ruofu, to call her, became impatient and went out secretly.

After hearing what Lin Xiaoniang's personal maid said, Molan secretly went to the front hall and hid behind the screen to watch.

After Rulan went out, she met Sheng Xiaoliu, and happened to run into the sneaky Molan, so she dragged Minglan to the front hall.

Rulan originally wanted to scare Molan who was hiding behind the screen, but she was grabbed by the other party and her mouth was covered, so she could not make a sound.

"Fifth sister, look, who is outside?" Molan smiled coquettishly and whispered in Rulan's ear.

The three of them looked carefully and saw that it was Sheng Changbai, Han Ming, Qi Heng and Liang Han who were drinking tea and chatting.

Of course, the most eye-catching one is our "Great Poet Han", because he didn't say a word and just ate and drank.

"Mr. Zhuang asked me to copy the Chu Ci, but I haven't finished it yet. I'm leaving first." Minglan realized that she was peeping at the male guests, which was a shameful and ignorant act, so she quickly made an excuse to leave.

"Come back, come back..." How could Molan let Sheng Xiaoliu go? She grabbed Minglan's wrist and pulled her back.

"Sixth sister, who do you think is better, the young master, the Liang family's sixth son, or the Han family's brother?"

Molan leaned over to Minglan's ear and asked softly.

"Whichever Master Zhuang thinks is best is fine." Minglan understood the current situation clearly and lowered her head and pretended to be stupid.

Molan couldn't help but roll her eyes at this answer, looking at Minglan with some disdain.

"Sit in the classroom at 2:15 AM and learn one essay every five days." Sheng Changbai's serious and heavy tone made the three women's faces tense and they stopped talking.

"You're going to sit in the hall at 2:15 AM?" Liang Han's eyes and expression were filled with shock. "Young Master, how did you get up?"

"The Sheng family has a younger sister, and she also..." Qi Heng was about to say the truth, and Han Ming quickly kicked him.

"Who?" Liang Han showed a gossipy look, Sheng Changbai had a warning look in his eyes, and Han Ming shook his head slightly.

Qi Heng realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea with forced composure, then said calmly: "Actually, it's been difficult for me too since this hour."

"Oh, Brother Qi, Brother Qi, why do you have to do this? You and I are from aristocratic families. You are talented and ambitious, and you insist on taking the imperial examination. As for me, I'd better wait for the title!" Liang Han laughed at himself.

Liang Han's words made the three of them smile awkwardly, and the three people hiding behind the screen at the back also began to whisper.

"This Liang Liulang, they say he's so respectable and noble, but seeing him in person is worse than hearing about him. I think he's just a lackey like Second Uncle Gu."

"If we talk about the nobles in Bianjing, in terms of talent and appearance, Fifth Sister, whose son is better?"

Molan's condescending comments made Rulan's eyes turn and she said sarcastically, "Fourth sister, you sound like a princess or queen in the palace. Biancheng is full of nobles, it seems like you can take your pick."

"What a pity! No matter how ambitious one is, one can never reach the threshold of the Duke of Qi's mansion!"

When Rulan said this, Molan was speechless for a moment, but there was a hint of anger in her eyes.

Minglan saw the two gods fighting, and fearing that innocent people would be affected, she quickly said, "It's not good for a woman from the inner chamber to peek into the front hall. Should we leave first?"

After saying this, Minglan grabbed Rulan's hand and was about to leave, but Molan's face changed and she stood up to block her way, saying in the same sarcastic tone: "Yes, my sister is a noble daughter, so naturally she is the most well-behaved. But what's the use of rules?"

"Brother Yuanruo, you still can't even get a few words out of each other. It's a shame that the lady pushed you to come to school. Let alone poetry and prose, I'm afraid you can't even tell Confucius and Mencius apart."

"If you don't know, you would think she is a concubine's daughter!" Sheng Molan's words were so sarcastic that it made Rulan furious.

"What did you say?!"

The sound was so loud that everyone in the hall could hear it.

The three of them were extremely nervous, and Sheng Molan immediately started to act like a troublemaker: "Fifth sister, Sixth sister, what are you doing?"

There was a lot of pushing and shoving, and Rulan and Minglan suddenly fell to the ground, knocking over the screen. The three of them were stunned on the spot.

Everyone present was so shocked that they were speechless, and both sides were stunned.

When Qi Heng saw Minglan fall, he was about to step forward to help her, but thanks to Han Ming's quick eyes and hands, he forcibly pulled him back.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Sheng Hong strode over, and when he saw the three women, his expression changed again and again.

"I, I want to leave." Sheng Molan immediately defended herself.

"Is this how you greet each other?!" Sheng Hong was furious. It was so embarrassing, so embarrassing!

Han Ming didn't even need to think about what would happen afterwards. He would probably get a beating.

"There's nothing I can do. I'm a foreigner and can't say much." Han Ming sat in the carriage and observed three minutes of silence for Rulan and Minglan.

On the second day, Han Ming arrived at the school on time and saw that everyone except Rulan and Minglan was there. Qi Heng was still observing the school inside and out, as if he was looking for someone.

"Don't look for it anymore. After what happened yesterday, we'll have to kneel down in the ancestral hall at least." Han Ming warned Qi Heng in a low voice while he and Yong Zeng were packing up their things.

"Is it true?" Qi Heng's eyes were filled with worry.

"You can find out by asking Rang Buwei." Han Ming straightened his clothes, found a comfortable position, and prepared to go back.

"Brother, do you still want to sleep today?" Yong Zeng looked at Han Ming helplessly.

"Haha, Yong Zeng, let me tell you this: people's talents are different. Your brother, whether I listen to the class or not, this knowledge will automatically enter my brain."

Han Ming smiled proudly, flicked his sleeves, and lay down, and a light snoring sound was heard immediately.

Yong Zeng sat at the back of the classroom, speechless, sorting through various books. Shitou, who was standing nearby, poked his head out and asked, "Yong Zeng, is your brother truly a prodigy?"

"Forget it. I just hope that my brother will do well in the imperial examination, so that the master can rest assured and kneel less in the ancestral hall." Yong Zeng sighed.

"Oh, that's nothing. My son gets beaten by the old marquis every day. That's much more painful than kneeling in the ancestral hall." Shi Tou looked indifferent.

Yong Zeng said nothing, but silently gave Shi Tou a thumbs up, and then the two attendants smiled at each other.