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

After saying goodbye to her ancestors, Yu Yanran returned to her room and began to change into her wedding dress and put on makeup.

At this point, the preparations before the wedding are completed, and the ceremony of the groom welcoming the bride and the bride leaving the house will officially begin.

Here, Yu Yanran's personal maid Ju Cao was working together with Cuiwei from the Sheng family to put makeup on Miss Yu. Outside, the wedding procession stretched for ten miles, which was quite spectacular.

There were so many people in Bianjing City watching the excitement that they blocked the long street in front of Yu Mansion.

The yamen runners of Kaifeng Prefecture and some of the Imperial City Department were dispatched to maintain order, which shows the importance the government attaches to the Han family, or Han Ming.

"Yong Zeng!" Han Ming greeted him in a low voice.

"Brother, you say!" Yong Zeng approached immediately.

"I'll find some time later to give some wedding money to the yamen runners of Kaifeng Prefecture and the guards of the Imperial City Department. Tell them they've worked hard today and I'll treat them to a drink when I have time."

Han Ming was not carried away by the joy of his wedding after all. The emperor asked the Imperial City Bureau to take action, which showed that he attached great importance to it, but he could not just accept it directly. He still had to do the favor.

"Okay, brother, leave it to me." Yong Zeng nodded and was about to take action.

"Don't worry, there's one more thing. After you give out the wedding money, go to Fanlou and order some food. Ask for the special dishes. Pick them up when we clear the table tonight."

"By the way, I'll go to the Nanbei shop and buy some pastries and preserved fruits."

When Yong Zeng heard Han Ming's series of instructions, his face fell and he nodded silently.

Feeling that there was nothing else to do, I let Yong Zeng do the work.

Riding on his tall horse, Han Ming's heart was filled with excitement, and he hummed unconsciously in his throat: "Today is a good day, everything I wish for can come true..."

In less than a quarter of an hour, the huge wedding procession arrived at the gate of Yu Mansion.

Frankly speaking, compared to the number of people the Han family prepared to welcome the bride, the number of people the Yu family prepared was pitifully small.

Not to mention the sons of the Yu family who blocked the door. Apart from Yu Erlang, there were only a few unknown descendants of the side branches.

But never underestimate the infectiousness of excitement. Even introverted people will be swept up in the joy when encountering such a festive occasion.

Although there are not many children in the Yu family, they are very powerful and seem to be doing their best to protect their sister.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, everyone, please listen to me. Although we are all familiar with each other, we cannot abandon the rules that should be followed!"

"Little Han's husband is going to take my eldest sister away today, so this poem urging her to get ready can't be omitted! Right?!"

"right--!"

The crowd on the sidelines watched the fun and applauded and cheered.

"one comes!"

"one comes!"

"one comes!"

"..."

Han Ming chuckled and spread his hands: "It's just a small matter! My dear!"

"Big brother!" Lu Haoqing came out like a lackey.

"I've written down the poem. I'm going to frame it for my wife when I get home so she can enjoy it day and night!"

Han Ming pulled back the sleeves of his groom's suit in a pretentious manner.

"oh--!"

The crowd laughed and looked at Han Ming. It could be said that when it comes to people who are good at pretending throughout history, Han Ming is definitely one of the best.

After all, it relies on the accumulated wisdom of thousands of years of ancient Chinese sages. If it fails to be pretended, it will be a disgrace to the time travelers.

Seeing Han Ming in deep thought, everyone fell silent, wanting to hear what else this 'Han Shixian' could come up with.

"Hmm," Han Ming pondered for a few seconds, and his eyes lit up immediately: "I got it!"

"It is said that rouge is being used under the candlelight, and that one should not act promiscuously in front of the mirror."

"There is no need to make up all over your face, just leave your eyebrows to be painted."

Han Ming completed it in one go, and without hesitation "borrowed" some references from the predecessors' work "Cui Zhuang".

"Good!" Gu Tingye, Sheng Changbai, Qi Heng, Lu Haoqing and others applauded and shouted.

“This poem is quite interesting!”

“Although it’s simple, the image is still vivid in my mind.”

"I heard that the bride mixed her rouge and powder under candlelight at night, and made herself as beautiful as spring in front of the mirror."

"You don't have to put all the makeup on your face. Just leave your eyebrows alone and wait for the groom to draw them for you."

"Hahaha, Han Jingyuan is indeed worthy of his name. He can even write about such a passionate person."

"But why do you draw your eyebrows at night? What's the story?"

"I don't understand. Is there any special meaning in it?"

"It's important to mention that Mr. Han has always been very explicit about his feelings."

"I'm so envious! This eldest daughter of the Yu family must have earned such a blessing through several lifetimes!"

"I wonder if Mr. Han will be the second Lord Fang Wenzhao of the Song Dynasty!"

"Hahahaha, who is so talkative? Young Master Han wants to be Master Fang Wenzhao, but Miss Yu is not Fang Lu!"

"Hahahaha, you guys are really mean!"

"Hehehehahaha!"

"..."

Han Ming listened to everyone's discussion and compared himself to Fang Xuanling of the Tang Dynasty. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "My Yanran is not as fierce as Lu."

Then, with a mysterious smile on his face, he glanced around the Yu Mansion.

Shaking his shoulders, Han Ming adjusted his expression, and with his nose turned upwards, he shouted, "How is it? Send this poem to the inner room quickly, and ask the lady to appreciate it!"

Han Ming's unscrupulous behavior made everyone cheer again, and they kept shouting to the people blocking the door from the Yu family to hurry up and deliver the poem, so as not to miss the time.

Here, both sides were laughing and making a noise. Inside the Yu Mansion, Yu Yanran was making final preparations, drawing her eyebrows.

When Yu Yanran heard the maid running outside and loudly reciting a poem urging her to get ready, her hands trembled and she almost spit out the tea.

Minglan, who was helping to draw her eyebrows, said quickly, "Don't move, you almost drew it crooked."

"Ming...Ming Minglan, how did Brother Jingyuan know that I secretly drew my eyebrows last night?" Yu Yanhong's face flushed red.

"what?"

"what?"

Sheng Minglan and Zhang Guifen, who was resting nearby, looked at Yu Yanran in surprise.

"Did you really draw your eyebrows secretly last night?" Minglan felt like she was stuck.

"He must have just made a blind guess, right?" Zhang Guifen was a little bit incredulous.

How could Han Ming know this? In fact, this guy has known Yu Yanran's little habit since he was a child.

That is, when I get nervous, I will pretend to draw my eyebrows to ease my mood.

This move was taught to the girl by her late mother, Mrs. Fan.

Han Ming heard it once by chance when he was young and has kept it in his mind ever since.

Three days ago, I sent a batch of rouge and powder as a gift to urge her to finish her makeup, including some for drawing eyebrows.

Coupled with the girl's nervous nature, it was too easy to guess.

But other people didn't know the secret and thought Han Ming really had some mysterious means and could tell the truth.

This is how Minglan felt, while Guifen looked confused. When did this younger brother of the Han family start to have the tendency of being a "charlatan"?

Yu Yanran was struck by a flash of light and murmured to herself, "Could this be telepathy..."

When Minglan and Guifen heard this, they looked at each other awkwardly. Is this kind of understanding acceptable?

Anyway, no matter what, Han Ming's poem urging the dressing up was finished, and the hurdle of the Yu family members blocking the door was passed.

Then came some questions that were not too tricky, but they were solved in minutes with the help of Han Ming's powerful group of groomsmen.

Gu Tingye was sharp-eyed. He looked at Yu Jia Erlang, who he was familiar with, and nodded secretly.

Then he shouted, "Oh, what is that?"

Everyone was attracted, and Han Ming immediately followed Gu Tingye and the Di brothers and rushed into the Yu Mansion, pushing away the people blocking the door.

Yu Erlang behind him even pretended to shout, "Don't let them rush in, stop them quickly!"

He found a corner to sit down, shaking his head and tail, and took out a purse from his arms, which contained fresh melon seeds. He just watched the lively crowd while eating them.

"Hey? Brother, why don't you stop them? You are the only pillar of our Yu family." Ju Cao asked from the side.

"Surrounded by powerful enemies, two fists cannot beat four hands!" Yu Erlang refused to mention the fact that his brother-in-law and Gu Erlang had bribed him.

"Brother, this is your fault. The eldest girl is your sister, you should at least fight for her!" Ju Cao was a little indignant.

"Oh, you little girl, you don't know shit. This is called having a good man outside and a beautiful woman inside. They are in love with each other and can't wait. If I stop you, it will seem like I don't understand romance."

Yu Erlang said this in a very arrogant tone, stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his butt, and walked into the mansion in a cool manner.

Leaving behind a confused Ju Cao: "Huh? What is it?"