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

"Hehehe...you're here too!" Yanran hugged Minglan and was reluctant to let go. She was extremely happy.

"Yeah!" Minglan smiled and grabbed Yanran's tender little hand and started talking about the matter.

"I've almost finished mounting your Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix embroidery! But... your thread selection was a little off this time, and it almost bled."

Minglan told Yanran the good news with a smile at first, but at the end, her tone became serious and solemn.

"Hmm? It's bleeding?" Yanran said anxiously and suddenly started to sob.

"What should I do? I can't send it out! My stepmother must have a lot to say to me!"

Minglan smiled slightly, hugged Yanran's arm and said, "Don't worry, I used fish glue to mix it and applied it, so the color has been preserved."

"But in this case, um... I'm afraid the flying support method won't work. The wooden base is heavy. I want to try the cushion needle method. It's probably going to work!"

Hearing Minglan's promise, Yanran choked with sobs and hugged her happily.

"I will definitely give you two bottles of mistaken water tomorrow!"

"Hmm..." Minglan and Yanran hugged each other and laughed.

"I... I originally thought the Li family's line was good, but a bit expensive. I thought the one under the bridge would be fine, but I didn't expect..."

Yanran frowned slightly and felt a little uncomfortable when she talked about the source of the silk thread she used.

Suddenly, a shout echoed throughout the polo field: "No hitting, no hitting! That ball is mine!"

Minglan and Yanran turned their heads and saw a red light quickly passing across the polo field.

Looking closely, it turned out to be the third daughter of the Yu family - Yu Yanhong.

The opponent was so heroic, he was swinging a polo stick with great vigor, and with a leap of his horse, he swung the stick and hit the ball from the green grass into the goal.

Seeing such an outstanding person, Yanran turned her head silently, with a gloomy face and said nothing.

Minglan pursed her lips, but still took the initiative to say, "Your second brother and third sister are here too."

Yanran said listlessly, "Well, they're here... Even Princess Jiacheng of the Yong family is here, so my third sister must come."

On the other side, Molan was strolling around the polo field with her maid, trying her luck and finding Qi Heng, the young master of the Duke of Qi's mansion.

"Why didn't Brother Yuanruo come? Didn't we agree that he would come?"

The maid looked around but couldn't find Qi Heng. She pointed to a place and said, "Miss, look."

"Miss Feiyan from the Rong family is here too! The young master must be here too."

Molan tilted her head slightly, with an amused expression: "Since Princess Jiacheng and Rong Feiyan are here, then Brother Yuanruo must be here too!"

The maid nodded vigorously in affirmation.

Then, in the distance, a group of people came to the stands while chatting and laughing. They were Qi Heng, the young master of the Duke of Qi’s Mansion, and Liang Han, the sixth son of the Earl of Yongchang’s Mansion.

A servant carried a wooden barrel and placed it on the stand. Inside the barrel was a piece of premium fish.

Everyone sat down, and someone started to make a noise: "Young Master, write a poem!"

"Yes! Young Master, write a poem!"

"Make a poem!"

"Make a poem!"

Qi Heng and Liang Han smiled at each other, and Liang Han was the first to raise his hand to stop the crowd from making noise.

"Brother Qi, bee waist and butterfly wings, hangover and awake, just fit your character 'heng', so let's use the lower level eight Geng rhyme!"

Qi Heng smiled with his eyes curved while drinking tea, which was very nice.

"I wrote a good poem, and only then did I let you take it away to make soup."

Qi Heng pursed his lips and smiled: "It's a pity that Jingyuan is not here today. Otherwise, I would have had a hard time eating this fish soup."

When everyone heard Qi Heng's joke, they couldn't help but clap and laugh, while secretly cursing in their hearts that it was a good thing that the Han family's brother didn't come today, otherwise he would have overshadowed everyone else.

"Okay! For this bowl of fish soup, I must write a poem." Qi Heng changed the subject and said confidently.

"Please!" Liang Han looked at him expectantly.

Qi Heng stood up, put one hand in front of his waist and the other hand behind his back, walked slowly a few times, came to the curtain of the stands, moved his eyes, and nodded slightly.

"The willow leaves are green, the lead is yellow and half-finished."

Qi Heng recited two sentences in a deep voice, then turned back to look at Liang Han and said the second half clearly and concisely.

"Yiting will meet today, don't spread it in the next life!"

"Good!" Liang Han took the lead in applauding and praising, and a group of people behind him also cheered and cheered.

The scene was so lively that people couldn't help but watch.

Suddenly, a charming female voice rang out from the stands: "Brother Yuanruo, this poem is well written!"

Qi Heng looked back and saw that it was Sheng Molan, the fourth daughter of the Sheng family. He smiled slightly and returned to his seat.

Sheng Molan pursed her lips and smiled: "The spring breeze is as sharp as a Wu sword, cutting the willow leaves into green, and the tender grass is connected with green and yellow, like a girl dressing in front of the mirror, her eyebrows are curved like willow leaves."

"But today we say goodbye and we'll never meet again. This scene and sentence have a double meaning!"

Molan began to use her knowledge to savor Qi Heng's poems line by line, which made Liang Han's eyes shine.

Qi Heng simply smiled faintly: "Fourth Miss, you are too kind."

"Although Brother Yuanruo's poem is beautiful, it seems a bit sad." Molan continued to comment.

Then he seemed to think he should show it more, and after a moment of contemplation, he said softly, "Why not change it to "Painting the City with Colorful Pens"? Wouldn't that be more lively?"

Qi Heng nodded slightly and chuckled, while Liang Han cheered loudly.

"Okay, what a great sentence for Fuwucheng."

Then he asked Qi Heng with some appreciation and praise.

"Young Master, when did you meet such an intelligent woman?"

Qi Heng smiled shyly: "This is the fourth daughter of the Sheng family in Jiying Lane."

Liang Han looked at the smiling Molan with an incredible expression.

"Hey, you were there before, I saw you at his house..." Qi Heng reminded in a low voice.

Liang Han's brows relaxed as he realized what was happening: "I remember, I remember!"

He quickly stood up and faced Molan: "It was the girl who was frightened by the screen when my mother and I visited the Sheng family that day!"

Seeing Liang Han showing off so actively to her, and mentioning what happened last time, Molan gave an awkward smile and saluted.

"Hello, Mr. Liang Liu. My little sister was rude and offended the guests that day."

Liang Han waved his hand gracefully: "It's okay, it's okay."

The next second, a discordant voice emerged: "Hey? The word 'cheng' in 'banweicheng' is overlapped with the word 'cheng' in 'fuwucheng'. This poem is not good."

As soon as these words were spoken, Liang Liulang's face darkened instantly, while Qi Heng unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.

As for Molan, she was instantly filled with embarrassment. She wanted to smile but couldn't. She could only stand there blankly, not knowing how to start.

"Yes! It's a reduplication!"

The finishing blow was still in progress, and Liang Han immediately stepped forward to interrupt everyone.

"Go away, you haven't even finished half the book, what do you know?!"

"This Fourth Miss Sheng's grandfather was a scholar who won the third place in the imperial examination. His family has a long history of learning!"

"..."

The excitement on the stands was seen by Rong Feiyan, the younger sister of Concubine Rong. She stared at the handsome Qi Heng with peach blossom eyes and felt a secret love affair with him.

"Fourth Miss Sheng, my mother is hosting a party that has everything, including polo, croquet, fishing, and hunting. I wonder what Fourth Miss Sheng likes?"

Liang Han finally met such a talented woman, and he was yearning for her. He couldn't help but take the initiative to chat with Sheng Molan, hoping to bring them closer.

Qi Heng, on the other hand, was distracted, his eyes wandering around, and finally found the lovely person he had been thinking about...

At this time, Sheng Minglan and Yu Yanran were holding hands, strolling and chatting on the green grass of the horse farm.

Before they knew it, they were talking about the Yu family's recent situation.

"How is the old master doing recently?" Minglan asked with some concern.

"Grandfather is fine. He and Grandmother are just worried about my marriage. Once I have someone to take care of for the rest of my life, they'll probably return to their hometown."

The more Yu Yanran spoke, the deeper her frown became, and her face fell. She pulled Minglan with some worry.

"Minglan, at that time, you were the only one left in Bianjing..."

Minglan blinked and asked in surprise, "Don't you still have your brother Jingyuan?"

Hearing this, Yanran's face became even gloomier, as if something bad had happened.

"Could it be that Brother Han is not prepared..." Minglan was shocked.

"No, it's just that my grandmother took me to the Han family before and repeatedly hinted to Old Lady Han and Madam Han, but they just wouldn't say anything..."

Yanran's face turned paler as she spoke. She bit her lip and asked with tears in her eyes, "Minglan, do you think Brother Jingyuan has no such intention at all?"

Seeing Yanran in tears, Minglan felt distressed and quickly hugged her and comforted her softly: "No... No."

"Brother Han is a good man, I know that too. Although there are rumors that he has a strange temper, he has never had any problems with his character."

"But Minglan, I... I can't hold on any longer..." Yanran gritted her teeth, not wanting to appear too weak.

"It will be fine. Even without Han Dalang, you still have Sheng Minglan! What are you afraid of?" Minglan also stammered to comfort her.

Yanran looked at Minglan's determined little face and nodded heavily.

Looking at Yanran, whose face was a little bruised, Minglan wiped her face while saying slowly, "If you make the decision yourself, it's better than anything else."

"In the future, if Old Master Yu really goes to Xuzhou and Brother Han doesn't want you anymore, then come find me!"

Minglan's words completely made Yanran burst into laughter. The two of them hugged each other tightly, giving each other warmth in this freezing cold world...