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

After a brief gathering of the crowd, with the intervention of Lu Haoqing and others, a group of people with various purposes slowly dispersed.

Seeing Han Ming lying on his side, cracking melon seeds and teasing his son, Lu Haoqing and others couldn't help but frown.

"Big brother, aren't you taking it too easy?"

Lu Haoqing took the stool handed to him by Yong Zeng and pulled his wife Rulan to sit down.

"What? I've been busy working outside for several years, and I can't enjoy myself."

"The government wouldn't be so unkind as to arrange work for me as soon as I get back to Beijing."

Han Ming tilted his head and looked at the young couple whose married life was as sweet as honey, secretly feeling that it was a pity.

In May, I was launching a full-scale counterattack in the northwest and couldn't even attend the wedding of my closest cousin.

Afterwards, he returned to Beijing and packed up many of his Northwest specialties and sent them to the Lu family.

This made his grandfather Lu Baochen very angry. He said that his grandson Han Ming never brought anything home all year round and was closer to his cousin than to himself, his grandfather.

Old Master Lu was jealous of his grandson because Han Ming was capable and promising, bringing honor to both the Han and Lu families.

In this way, looking at Lu Haoqing, who came from the main branch of his family, he felt that there were problems everywhere. He wished that Lu Haoqing could catch up with all of Han Ming's political achievements one day.

This made Han Ming avoid his grandfather and cousin whenever he saw them, because he was tired of hearing their nagging.

"I think you're just being lazy."

Lu Haoqing doesn't care about beating around the bush and speaks directly.

Han Ming curled his lips and rolled his eyes, then turned around to tease his son in Yu Yanran's arms.

"I heard you've been very active in the Rites Court lately, discussing state affairs every now and then."

Han Ming's indifferent voice made Lu Haoqing's face stiffen immediately, and beads of cold sweat kept running down his forehead.

These words were neither light nor heavy, but they served as a reminder to Lu Haoqing that there was a storm brewing in the court and that he should avoid doing things that would attract attention.

"Fifth brother-in-law has been asked for advice more often by the government lately, so he can't help but express many of his thoughts. Perhaps after some time, he won't be like that anymore."

Liang Han pulled Molan into the stands from the side. Seeing Lu Haoqing who seemed a little embarrassed, he couldn't help but take the initiative to give his brother-in-law a way out.

"Haha, look, he's really my brother-in-law, he's helping me out now."

Han Ming joked with the two of them and waved his hand to invite Liang Han and his wife to sit down.

"You should also keep your mouth shut. It's a rare opportunity for us to go out and have fun today. Don't spoil everyone's fun."

Yu Yanran quickly smoothed things over and told everyone not to be too nervous.

"Yes, yes, yes. My wife has spoken, so we won't talk about those messy things today."

Han Ming nodded obediently.

This made many wives of officials look at Han Ming, this wonderful man, with attention.

From a distance, a group of people came to Han Ming's stand and saluted slightly.

"Brother Jiefu, Brother Junshi, come and have some tea!"

Han Ming stood up and wanted to greet him, but the other party just shook his head and refused.

"The weather is good today, and I have nothing to do. I want to spend more time with my family and relax, so I won't reminisce with Marquis Han."

Wang Jiefu clearly refused Han Ming's invitation without giving him face, which made Sima Junshi smile to the sky.

"Brother Jiefu, please be kind to your family. I should also study hard. Marquis Han, I will take my leave now."

Sima Junshi and Wang Jiefu walked away side by side, causing Han Ming to shrug and spread his hands.

"Well, I'm really unpopular. It seems that this so-called new noble in the court is nothing."

With a self-deprecating laugh, Han Ming sat down leisurely and continued eating.

However, this scene made Lu Haoqing and others laugh, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Even the slightly embarrassed Molan and the nervous Rulan breathed a sigh of relief.

They discovered one thing: after Han Ming returned victorious from the northwest, his authority grew day by day, and every word he said put great pressure on people, making the atmosphere no longer so relaxed and comfortable.

After Han Ming's self-deprecating joke, the others relaxed a little and chatted about the gossip in Bianjing City over the past two years.

Han Ming gradually regained some of the feeling of wandering around the capital before, and kept chatting and laughing with everyone.

It was not until Yong Zeng appeared from the side and looked at Han Ming mysteriously that everyone realized that he seemed to have something to report.

"what happened?"

Han Ming turned his head and looked at the other person.

"My Lord, that..."

Yong Zeng lowered his head and whispered something in Han Ming's ear.

"Lao Gao invites me to Fanlou for a drink tonight?"

Han Ming muttered to himself and repeated it, stroking the teacup in his hand.

"You're acting as a messenger now, so tell me, you didn't accept any favors from Lao Gao, did you?"

Han Ming looked at Yong Zeng jokingly, who had a silly look on his face.

"My Lord, please understand, absolutely not!"

Yong Zeng immediately put on a serious face and pretended to be serious.

"You bastard, humph!"

Han Ming laughed out of anger, then waved his hand casually: "Tell Lao Gao that we'll meet at Fanlou tonight."

Hearing that his master agreed, Yong Zeng immediately grinned and said, "Okay, I'll go find Lao Gao."

"Wait a minute, now that you've finished Lao Gao's work, you should also pay attention to your own affairs. After all, you are now a general of the Song Dynasty. There is no difference in your status."

Han Ming stood up and tidied Yong Zeng's clothes, patted him on the shoulder, and signaled him to pay attention and focus on his lifelong affairs.

"Hehe, Lord Marquis, I'm not in a hurry. I'm just a little old!"

As soon as Yong Zeng finished speaking, Lu Haoqing and others laughed out loud, and Han Ming kicked him out.

"Get lost! Don't worry about it. Your family isn't worried either. Yong'an sent me a letter saying he has a lover and they're planning to get married."

"But if you, as the elder brother, don't have a family, how can he start one? Hurry up and don't delay others and your own family."

Han Ming scolded and looked meaningfully at Jin Rui, who was distracted beside him.

Yong Zeng's face immediately fell, and he cursed his Erlang in his heart, saying that he was such a troublemaker. If you want to get married, just do it. What's the big deal about being next to me?

Thousands of miles away, on the banks of the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers, a young man sneezed several times in succession. Then a girl in linen clothes brought an outer garment and draped it over the young man.

"Brother Xu, the weather is getting colder, and there's a lot of moisture on the river. Please keep warm."

The young man nodded repeatedly, rubbed the girl's hair with a smile, and then went back to directing his men to move the goods.

Where no one could see, the young man was mumbling something.

"My letter should have arrived in the capital. I wonder if the Marquis has seen it?"

"As long as Big Brother's marriage doesn't happen, my marriage to Qingmei won't happen either..."

“e=(′o｀*)))Ah——! So depressing!”

In the evening, Han Ming gave a few instructions to his family and took Yongzeng to Fanlou for a banquet.

Frankly speaking, I have been busy with the construction and renovation of the Marquis' Mansion and moving for more than half a month since I returned to Beijing.

Otherwise, he would often go to test and receive all kinds of people, and he was very busy.

In short, I haven’t had time to take Yu Yanran out for a good meal.

Thinking of bringing some delicious food to their wife later, Han Ming and Yong Zeng walked into Fanlou.

When passersby saw the new marquis, they immediately stopped and bowed.

"Master Hou!"

"Han Hou!"

"..."

Han Ming smiled and nodded, found a room and pushed the door open.

Inside the room, Gao Zunyu, dressed in casual clothes, was sitting alone quietly on one side, as if waiting for someone.

"Lao Gao, you're such a dishonest person! You've been back in Beijing for so long and you're only thinking of treating me to a meal."

Han Ming sat down at the table casually, reached out to take the wine jug and poured himself a bowl.

"Yes, it's top-notch. It seems you've wasted your money, Lao Gao."

Han Ming smacked his lips and commented.

"Your Majesty, that's not right. I've been busy adjusting my position since returning to the capital, and I just got a few days off to rest."

Gao Zunyu smiled bitterly as he recounted his difficulties.

"Come on, you, Old Gao, are now a well-known figure in the Imperial Guards. Stop crying to me about how difficult it is!"

Han Ming laughed and poured a bowl of wine for Gao Zunyu, who was very nervous.

"We are old acquaintances. Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

Han Ming didn't play Tai Chi with Gao Zunyu and asked directly and simply.

"My Lord, I would like to ask for a favor. Please allow me to be transferred to a distant place..."