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

While the entire Bianjing was buzzing with talk about Han Ming, the son of the Han family, Gu Tingye, the second son of the Gu family, who was far away in the Bailudong Academy, had also packed his bags and was preparing to head north back to Bianjing with his personal attendant Shi Tou.

One day, after finishing their classes at the school, the boys and girls received instructions from the backyard - the old lady of the Yu family came to the house with her eldest granddaughter Yu Yanran.

This made several young boys and girls of the Sheng family look at each other with a bit of surprise. Among them, Sheng Minglan, the sixth girl of the Sheng family, was the happiest because her playmate and good friend Yu Yanran came.

Han Ming, who was flipping through a book in the corner out of boredom, scratched his head unconsciously, thinking of the girl from the Yu family who had an extremely gentle temperament and was weak in nature.

The old man of the Yu family was an official who held the position of Grand Tutor and was very close to his grandfather Han Zhang. He and the girl from the Yu family were childhood sweethearts.

I didn't expect that we would bump into each other at Sheng's house after not seeing each other for a long time. Thinking about how I was overly attentive to this sister of the Yu family when I was a child, it seemed that something was wrong.

"What are you thinking about? Let's go!" Sheng Changbai held up the hem of his long gown with one hand and pulled up the dazed boy with the other.

"Brother Han, please stay for a moment." Zhuang Xuejiu, who was sitting at the head of the class, was arranging books and called out to Han Ming, who had not yet left the classroom.

This made the young boys and girls who had already walked out look at each other and stare at Han Ming with some concern.

"I can't leave. I'll come to you for tea later!" Han Ming patted Sheng Changbai's hand, stood up and walked in front of Zhuang Xuejiu.

Seeing that Han Ming couldn't get away, Sheng Changbai had no choice but to sit down in a quiet place outside the school and wait for someone.

After a while, the young man Han Ming walked out of the school with a helpless look on his face. Seeing Sheng Changbai sitting in the corridor, he reached out and pulled him up.

"Let's go to the backyard for some tea." Han Ming put his hands behind his back, as casual as an old man taking a stroll.

"Huh? So fast?" Sheng Changbai's mind was full of question marks.

"Oh! It's nothing else. It's the Lantern Festival, and the scholar said the palace is planning a Lantern Festival poetry gathering, and asked me to make preparations and offer a congratulatory speech to His Majesty and the Empress."

Han Ming curled his lips slightly, seeming a little impatient, but after all, it was a notice from the government. He estimated that after returning home, his grandfather, father, grandmother, and mother would inform him one by one, which would be uncomfortable (＃￣～￣＃)!

"Wow! This is such a great favor from you!" Sheng Changbai is a gentleman, and all he thinks about is the emperor's great grace.

"Let me tell you this, the ones who can really fight haven't been born yet!"

Han Ming's arrogant tone did not arouse Sheng Changbai's disgust. Instead, he raised his sword and pointed at Han Ming.

"You really don't take the poetry and literary world seriously."

Sheng Changbai's joke diluted Han Ming's inner loneliness. He couldn't help but pat his chest with a smile on his face: "I am Han Jingyuan, who knows about the past and future five hundred years. I don't care about other things. I am not afraid of poetry and other trivial things."

At the same time, he prayed silently to the heavens, praying that the ancient Chinese sages would not treat him with disdain. After all, as a petty plagiarist who stole poems and lyrics, his confidence and weight all depended on the help of these big guys.

"Alas! You are so talented, yet you don't strive for progress and just muddle through. Isn't this a waste of your abilities?"

Sheng Changbai pointed at Han Ming with some confusion and regret, but of course the deep love and care in his expression made people feel very comfortable.

"Come on, you're not that old, but you're just like my grandfather, always lecturing people. Wait until you're in power, then come teach me!"

Han Ming nonchalantly retorted and thought of a line from the TV series "Do You Know?" in his previous life, a classic quote from Wang Ruofu, the eldest lady of the Sheng family: "What kind of fate is this for me! I married a husband who looks like my boss, and gave birth to a son who looks like his father."

Now it seems that Sheng Changbai's temperament is innate, even his own mother has to complain about it.

"You, you, you, how can you be so ungrateful!" Sheng Changbai grabbed Han Ming's arm in anger.

"If you delay any longer, you won't be able to make it for dinner." Han Ming didn't allow Sheng Changbai to say anything more. He quickly slapped his hand away and ran straight to the backyard.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's still early!" Sheng Changbai looked at Han Ming who was fleeing in panic, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Then I reflected on myself slightly: "Am I really that dull?"

. . . . . .

"As Zhang Hailing of the previous dynasty said, it's truly a natural talent, unrivaled in its elegance and spirit. Look at that character 'Ping' – the calligraphy is so elegant! The brushwork is truly superb! Haha, sit down."

Approaching from Langfang in the distance, the leader was Sheng Hong, the head of the Sheng family. He was discussing Wang Youjun's calligraphy style with the young master of the Duke of Qi's Mansion, and the two were having a very pleasant conversation.

"This peace card of his is really my favorite." Sheng Hong couldn't help but sigh.

"My favorite is the 'An' character on Wang Youjun's peace sticker. 'An' is a difficult character to write. Wang Youjun's 'An' has the strokes arched downwards and the thickness is just right. It's incredibly difficult. Heng'er has been trying to figure it out since he was a kid, but he still hasn't managed to write even a fraction of it!"

Qi Heng also spoke with admiration, and highly praised Wang Youjun.

At this time, outside the house, Sheng Molan, the fourth daughter of the Sheng family, brought her maid to serve tea to a few people. When she saw Qi Heng, who was both virtuous and handsome, a hint of brightness and joy appeared in her eyes.

With a slight nod, she led her maid to the back of the screen, where the female members of the family gathered.

"Who is Wang Youjun? I don't dare to practice his calligraphy! I will feel discouraged if I practice it." Sheng Changfeng, the third brother of the Sheng family, also took the initiative to join in the conversation and started talking with his father and Qi Heng.

"You're just being lazy!" Sheng Hong took a sip of tea and pointed at Sheng Changfeng helplessly.

Behind the screen, on the main seat, sat two old ladies. One of them was the legitimate daughter of the Yongyi Marquis, now the old lady of the Sheng family.

The other one is the old lady of the Yu family, the head of the Grand Tutor's family who once held a high position in the government.

The two knew each other in their early years and have been friends for many years, making this meeting extremely precious.

"That's great. How are you?" The old lady of the Yu family tilted her head slightly and nodded, chatting with the old lady of the Sheng family.

"Thanks to you!" The old lady of the Sheng family replied with a gentle smile.

"Hehehe..." The two smiled at each other, a faint friendship flowing between them.

"Greetings, Grandma, Old Madam, and Madam!" Sheng Molan came behind the screen and bowed to greet all the elders.

The eldest lady Wang Ruofu sat expressionlessly next to the old lady of the Sheng family. Beside her was Sheng Rulan, who was squatting on a small stool and sleeping soundly.

The old lady of the Sheng family was very friendly and smiled as she asked Sheng Molan to sit down.

Then she turned around and continued to reminisce about the past with the old lady of the Yu family, while the maids who followed Sheng Molan into the house presented various teas and snacks in their hands one by one.

"I'm still in good health. I have to wait until Yanran gets married before I go back to my hometown."

"You know what's going on in my family. I can't rely on his biological father and stepmother..."

The men and women were chatting with each other here, leaving Sheng Molan sitting alone on the side, deep in thought. Her eyes looked at Qi Heng who was chatting about calligraphy with her father behind the screen, and there was a strong expectation in her beautiful eyes.

Although Qi Heng was constantly chatting with Sheng Hong, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Sheng Minglan, the sixth daughter of the Sheng family, who was sitting and playing in the corridor. Opposite Minglan was Yu Yanran, the eldest daughter of the Yu family.

The two were constantly playing with each other and laughing heartily, and Qi Heng couldn't help but smile knowingly, his eyes becoming softer and brighter.

Qi Heng's attendant Buwei silently took a step to the right to block his master's sidelong glance. This made Qi Heng stunned and he looked at Buwei helplessly.

Afterwards, Qi Heng exchanged glances with Bu Wei, felt defeated, smiled awkwardly at Sheng Hong, flattered him a few words, then stood up and said he was going to change his clothes.

Little did he know that the moment he stood up, the handkerchief fell on the chair, but Qi Heng was completely unaware of it and left with Buwei.

Only Sheng Molan was silently watching him from behind the screen, staring at the handkerchief, wondering what she was thinking.

It was not until the women were chatting and laughing that Han Ming and Sheng Changbai lifted the door curtain and walked into the house.

Just as he was about to step behind the screen, Sheng Changfeng rushed out from the side, grabbed Han Ming and Sheng Changbai, exchanged greetings, asked about "Second Brother Gu", and was then scolded by Sheng Changbai.

And Han Ming would stab him from time to time, gloating over his misfortune.

It was not until Sheng Changfeng said that he was going out to participate in the so-called "poetry meeting" that Sheng Changbai's face changed. He looked at Han Ming at a loss, and then scolded him in a low voice.

"Today is the second day of the Lunar New Year. Old Madam Yu, the young master, and Jingyuan are all here to pay New Year's greetings. What kind of poetry gathering is this?! Stay home for dinner."

"My time is up and I can't break my promise. I'll ask Second Brother for advice another day. Please forgive me, Brother Jingyuan!"

Sheng Changfeng clasped his fists and bowed, then rushed out of the house before the two of them could react.

"Well, I wasn't invited. I guess it's not a serious poetry gathering!" Han Ming spread his hands, expressing his pity.

"Come on, it can't be a good poetry gathering if we can hang out with Qiao Jiu all day!" Sheng Changbai smiled helplessly and pulled Han Ming behind the screen.

After the two of them exchanged greetings with several elders, they sat aside and listened quietly to their conversation.

When Yu Yanran in the corridor heard Han Ming's voice, she was surprised and leaned over from the side to take a look at Han Ming.

As a result, he happened to meet Han Ming's half-smile and his pair of bright, dark eyes.

Looking at Yu Yanran who looked like a frightened little rabbit, Han Ming raised the corner of his mouth into a nice smile and winked at the pretty girl.

This really caused trouble. The girl blushed and wanted to hide, but her legs went weak and she fell off the stool, landing hard on her butt.

Sheng Minglan behind him hurriedly supported Yu Yanran, while Han Ming was leisurely sipping tea and snacks. At this moment, he felt that his life seemed to be a little brighter.