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

The original poem "To Li Yong" was completely transformed into "Pengcheng" through Han Ming's mouth, and as time passed, this poem became widely sung in the capital Bianliang.

It even became a song of youthful spirit that was praised by many scholars and writers, and Han Ming's reputation as a poet once again resounded throughout the Song Dynasty.

In the Sheng Mansion after class, the head of the family, Sheng Hong, was holding the poem called "Pengcheng", drinking tea while carefully reading the meaning of the young man's confidence, self-confidence, fearlessness of customs and non-conformity to etiquette contained in it.

His fingers kept stroking the ink on the paper, and between his eyebrows, in addition to deep shock, there was also a hint of surprise and appreciation.

"What a gift! How wonderful it would be if it was created by my Sheng family."

Sheng Hong thought about when he first arrived in Bian Jing and set up the Sheng Family School, originally intending to provide a place for his children to study.

Somehow, the Duke of Qi's Mansion and the Han family found out and sent their two children to the Sheng family school.

Compared with the young master Qi Heng, the young master Han Ming from the prime minister's family was a famous figure in Bianjing City at an early age.

Although he was young, all the upper class people in Bian Jing knew that if they could not invite this "little poet" to their poetry gathering or celebration, the level and quality would be greatly reduced.

It was precisely because of this that Han Ming had to work so hard to enter the Sheng family school, because Sheng Hong was not sure about the meaning of Han Zhang, the great minister.

It was not until his mother, the old lady of the Sheng family, pointed it out to him that he realized that this was directed at the great scholar Zhuang Xuejiu.

Originally, it was Zhuang Xuejiu who was appointed to teach Han Ming. However, after formal study, Han Ming always had all kinds of strange ideas and shocking remarks, which shocked the entire Sheng family.

It was not until this young man began to conceal his edge and hide himself that he could live on.

And the seven-step poem in the school today will probably become the gossip of the whole Bianjing city after dinner.

"But I'm so free and easy-going, so lazy and uninhibited. If I fail the imperial examination one day, how will I explain it to the Prime Minister?"

Sheng Hong put down the paper, held his forehead with his hand and sighed in frustration. Finally, he could only sigh, "Talent really allows you to do whatever you want."

In the backyard of the Sheng family, the school turmoil began to ferment quietly.

In Linqi Pavilion, Sheng Molan, the fourth daughter of the Sheng family, was holding Han Ming's poem and appreciating it quietly. The light in her beautiful eyes became brighter and brighter.

"What? Are you crazy?" Lin Qinshuang, who was dressed in a charming manner, was embroidering a handkerchief and teasing her daughter.

"No way! What nonsense am I talking about!" Sheng Molan would not expose herself so easily.

"Haha, do you think I can't see that I've been holding that poem in my arms since I returned to the backyard from the academy today? Is that really what I want?"

Lin Qinshuang covered her mouth and chuckled, and the tenderness and charm she displayed in an instant made even her daughter Sheng Molan look a little dazed.

"I just feel that Brother Jingyuan is very special. He is different from others and has something special in his bones."

Hearing Sheng Molan's evaluation of Han Ming, Lin Qinshuang stretched out a finger and poked the girl's forehead hard.

"Remember, never let a man control you. If someone like you were to enter the Prime Minister's Mansion one day, you would definitely be completely controlled by Brother Han."

Lin Qinshuang doesn't want her daughter to be suppressed for the rest of her life. She must keep her master firmly under her control like herself. This is the real skill.

"Little girl~!" Sheng Molan shook Lin Qinshuang's arm unwillingly.

"Okay, okay, I can't persuade you. Go over to the side and study hard. Your father will be checking your grades in a few days, so don't embarrass me!"

Lin Qinshuang ignored Sheng Molan's coquettish behavior and pushed her to leave.

"Oh! What should I do from now on?" Lin Qinshuang looked at Sheng Molan, whose mind was wandering, and sighed softly.

In Weiruixuan, Wang Ruofu, the eldest lady of the Sheng family, was amazed. She held up Han Ming's poems and kept praising them in front of Sheng Rulan, the fifth lady of the Sheng family.

"Look at this, look at this kid from the Han family. He's really talented. 'When the great roc soars up into the sky with the wind, it soars up to ninety thousand miles.' He's got great ambitions. He's a really good kid."

The drowsy girl on the side pouted and said impatiently, "Yes, yes, Brother Jingyuan is talented and ambitious, but that is also the pride of the Han family, not our Sheng Mansion. Why is mother so excited?"

"You silly girl! Don't you think that if Mingge'er becomes the son-in-law of our Sheng family one day, wouldn't this kind of poetic talent also be considered a part of the Sheng family?"

Wang Ruofu grinned and kept thinking about good things, but she didn't notice the helpless look on Liu's mother's face on the side.

My wife's idea is really beautiful. Who is Han's brother? Not only is he the eldest grandson of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he is also a "little poet immortal" valued by the literary world and a genius who is under the patronage of the royal family.

How could such a person fall in love with Ruolan, a simple-minded and outspoken girl like him?

"Ah? Mother, are you okay? Why did you think of this?" Sheng Rulan tilted her head and looked at Wang Ruofu with a silly look on her face.

"You~! One day you will make me die of rage!" Wang Ruofu stared at Sheng Rulan, who had a confused look on her face, and nodded at the girl with a look of disappointment.

"Mom! Please be gentle, it hurts!" The girl covered her forehead and acted coquettishly.

"Go away, as your mother, I'm so worried about you. If you don't seize the opportunity, and that little bitch from Linqi Pavilion snatches you away one day, don't come to me crying and complain!"

Wang Ruofu gave a fierce warning, left Han Ming's poem behind, and left the bedroom. Mother Liu followed behind her quietly without saying a word.

Sheng Rulan picked up the paper indignantly, then held her chin with both hands and laughed foolishly: "Brother Jingyuan's poems are really well written!"

While everyone in Linqi Pavilion and Weiruixuan had their own thoughts, in the old lady Sheng's house, Sheng Minglan, the sixth daughter of the Sheng family, was quietly reciting poems in her hands.

"...Xuanfu still feared the younger generation; a man should never look down on the young."

"That's great! How can there be such a man who is not afraid of customs and is not bound by conventional etiquette?" Sheng Minglan thought of the boy from the Han family and couldn't help but smile knowingly, her eyes full of admiration.

"That's true. I remember that although Ming Ge'er has a casual and unrestrained personality, he is still a person who pays more attention to etiquette in his heart."

The old lady of the Sheng family looked at her most beloved granddaughter with a smile in her eyes.

"But he is too eccentric. While he is talented, he is also very arrogant. I'm afraid he is also a person who looks down on others." Sheng Minglan did not hide her thoughts at all in front of her grandmother and spoke bluntly.

"Hahaha, you don't know that Ming Ge'er is a man who truly respects his superiors but never humiliates his subordinates. This alone makes him extremely precious in this Bianjing City!"

The old lady laughed heartily, held Sheng Minglan's shoulders and introduced him to this young man from the Han family.

"When my mother had a difficult childbirth, this person from the Gu and Han families helped a lot. I only remember him as a very high-spirited person. But now he has become so unruly. What a pity..."

Sheng Minglan's face was gloomy, as if she was recalling something bad.

"Well, I heard that the house in Yangzhou was almost burned down." The old lady added, and then the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Audacious, reckless, talented, and arrogant. This is the Han family brother..."

Sheng Minglan leaned in the old lady's arms, staring at the poem in her hand, muttering to herself.

As time passed, another masterpiece of Han Ming once again resounded throughout Bian Jing. In it, he faced authority directly, refuted and rebuked those who criticized him, expressed his true feelings, was frank and unmodest, and was full of the spirit of a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger.

All the dignitaries had the same thought at the same time: this child is a bit "ferocious"!