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

At the end of July, Han Ming led Guo Kui, Gu Tingye and other generals of the Northern Expedition back to the capital.

Two months later, the army arrived near Fengqiu in Jingji Road. From afar, they could see crowds of people and colorful flags fluttering in the wind.

The largest of them was undoubtedly the bright yellow banner with the word "Zhao" on it. At a glance, everyone knew that this was the emperor personally coming from the capital dozens of miles away to pick everyone up.

Han Ming, who was in the lead, felt relieved. It seemed that the young Emperor Zhezong had also begun to show his political skills, proving that the other party knew the importance of winning people's hearts.

"Everyone, the emperor has come out of the city personally to welcome you. We must not lose our dignity. Let your family and friends see your majesty!"

"The Jingsai Army will be deployed on both wings, the Shenji Camp will be in the center, shield soldiers in front, spear soldiers in the back, and the entire army will play the 'Grand Formation Music' in unison—!"

Han Ming straightened his official hat and clothes, waved his whip, pointed at the distance and shouted orders to the generals behind him.

"I have received your order!"

Everyone was grinning and laughing happily. At this moment, they were all proud to be Song people.

"First, take the twelve prefectures of Shanxi, and then the other members will attack the yamen."

"Looking back, I see the Qin Fortress as low as a horse, and gradually I see the Yellow River flowing straight north."

"The power of heaven rolls across the Yellow River, and people across thousands of miles sing the songs of Han..."

"...half of the people in the city are from Guanxi, and some of them are still eating there."

The loud and fierce battle music rose into the sky. The young Emperor Zhezong and others who were ready to welcome them from afar could not help but feel excited when they heard such passionate lyrics.

As the grand battle music sounded, the Song army marched slowly forward in uniform steps.

The young Emperor Zhezong stood at the front, gazing at the Song army formations in black armor in the distance. The ministers around him all had happy expressions on their faces, while the officials, their families, and the common people felt their scalps tingling, looking at the surging waves in shock.

As the Song army approached, the young Emperor Zhezong said in a loud voice: "My soldiers are the backbone of our country. I am very pleased to see you return victorious today."

"I have already arranged a celebration banquet, and would like to greet you all!"

Hearing this, everyone shouted in unison: "Long live our emperor!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

"..."

The scene of hundreds of thousands of troops shouting "Long live the emperor" shocked and excited everyone.

Han Ming dismounted and knelt with his generals, saying, "Your Majesty is wise and enlightened. This is all a blessing from Your Majesty. We are only fulfilling our duty as soldiers."

The young Emperor Zhezong quickly stepped forward to help Han Ming up: "Teacher, you have worked hard, no need to be so polite!"

"I have issued a decree granting you the right to enter the court without kneeling, to bow without naming your name, and to wear your sword and shoes in the palace."

Seeing a hint of maturity on the other person's small face, Han Ming felt very relieved. He still bowed respectfully as a token of his gratitude for the emperor's grace.

The ministers behind him were so envious that their eyes turned red. Han Ming's power was now comparable to that of Duke Zhou and Huo Guang.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Han had no intention of changing his flag and proclaiming himself emperor. This can be seen from the fact that he worked hard to build the Jingsai Army and the Shenjiying for the Zhao Song officials.

This was to ensure the rule of the Zhao Song royal family, and a lot of effort was put into it.

His loyalty alone is enough to put him on the same level as Zhuge Liang, no wonder he was favored by the emperor.

Afterwards, it was time for the celebration banquet. It was said that the banquet stretched from the imperial palace to outside the imperial city, and even the main official road in Bianjing City was filled with banquets.

The people of the capital city lined the streets to welcome the emperor, and the atmosphere was extremely lively, and they continued to participate in this grand banquet celebrated by the whole country.

The children looked at these heroic soldiers with curiosity, and the young women shyly peeked at each of the heroic and dignified soldiers.

The men shouted "Long live the Song Dynasty" over and over again, while the old people secretly wiped away their tears and reminisced about the past.

Everything coexists so harmoniously, allowing people to feel the sincerity of the heart.

The entire Bianjing was immersed in the joy of victory, and the reputation of the Song Dynasty spread further with the victory of the Northern Expedition and the unification of the country.

. . . . . .

After a brief period of happiness, everyone finally got a chance to breathe. Since the Northern Expedition began, everyone had been in a state of anxiety and busyness.

This celebration banquet gave everyone a feeling of great success, and they couldn't help but feel discouraged. Many old ministers drank happily with wine jars, and then cried.

Yes, you read that right. A bunch of old men with white beards were holding wine jugs, standing in groups of three or five with their arms around each other's shoulders, crying collectively.

"It's bitter! My heart is in pain!"

"These past few years have been miserable!"

"I'm so tired! I want to retire and return home!"

"Han Jingyuan is not a good person, he is just a thug who only knows how to exploit us. Do we have it easy?!"

"Yes, I'm already seventy-three years old, and you're not letting me retire. You're asking me to die on the job!"

"He has a reason, saying he'll fight to the very end. Bah! I have grandchildren to take care of, where would I have the time?!"

"He's gone too far. He's a completely emotionless, tireless lunatic. He works all night long. How can we, at our age, handle this?!"

"You beast! You're not even human!!"

"..."

These old men were all high-ranking officials and bigwigs. They finally got a drink and ended up crying drunk.

A celebration banquet turned into a "conference to fight against Korea".

From the Grand Empress Dowager Shen, Empress Dowager Xiang, and the young Emperor Zhezong to the eunuchs and palace maids standing by, all looked at Han Ming, the chief minister, with awkward expressions.

I saw that this big brother didn't even raise his eyes, he just ate and drank, pretending not to hear anything.

In the end, even the elders, peers, and juniors of the old Han family looked at Han Ming with admiration. After all, he was their fellow clansman.

"Father, this is the imperial wine given by the emperor. Please try it."

Han Duanyang touched his nose and took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for his old father. Yu Yanran, who was standing beside him, immediately picked up some food for her husband.

"Don't worry about me, everyone, eat and drink well!"

Seeing that Han Mingzhen didn't care, these people breathed a sigh of relief and continued to make a noise.

Mr. Han looked at the old men playing around, smiled knowingly, and didn't care much.

Over the years, it's not just him who has been under pressure, it's not easy for these lovely old guys either.

Just curse a few times, it's not good to hold it in. That night, Han Ming drank too much, which was rare for him. He felt dizzy and his tongue was swollen.

"I'm telling you, Old Wang, this battle was a thrilling one. It was a crushing victory, don't you understand?!"

"It's like 'I haven't even put in any effort yet and you've already fallen down'. These Liao people are so lame, there's no control at all!"

"..."

Han Ming was dizzy and pulled Wang Jiefu to brag, and the people around who had been paying attention couldn't help but roll their eyes.

There is no way. Although Han did not take action many times this time, he used a lot of dirty tricks in secret.

"But this is all thanks to you leading the 'Third Five-Year Plan'. I think this year's timing is good... In a few days, you can come up with the 'Fourth Five-Year Plan'..."

Damn it! ! !

Although Han Ming had a thick tongue, his voice was not small. Many people sobered up immediately after hearing this and looked at Han Ming nervously.

“Starting this year?!”

Wang Jiefu felt a little confused and rubbed his temples hard.

"It's a must! Starting this year, when the plan is completed in five years, the prosperous era of the Great Song Dynasty will begin—!"

Han Ming's excited voice made everyone's eyes widen.

"The Great Song Dynasty..."

Everyone looked at Han Ming who was lying on the ground after saying this, and immediately knew what this big brother would do next.

Prosperous times!!!

This was something they had never dared to imagine before. Could it be that they would ever see this day?!

Everyone was even more excited, and the celebration banquet reached its climax one after another. Everyone shouted "prosperous times" and took up their pens to write down their feelings that were unique to this moment.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Yu Yanran and Chen helped Han Ming sit down, then said cautiously: "Okay, stop pretending, they are all crazy with joy."

Chen took out a towel and wiped Han Ming's cheek, pursing her lips and trying to hold back a smile.

"Hehe, the two ladies are quite shrewd."

Han Ming opened one eye and watched the lively scene with a smile.

"You, it's hard to change your temper after all these years."

Yu Yanran poked Han Ming's head with her finger.

"As long as everyone is happy, everything will come to an end."

Han Mingyang lay in Yu Yanran's arms, while Chen beside him silently massaged her husband's hands and feet.