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

"They rounded up horses, trained soldiers, dug mountains, and smelted iron. Their energy and strength were directed in one direction, and their hearts and minds were united. Therefore, Qin was one, and the other states were six. It is easy to unite the one, but easy to divide the six..."

In the quiet classroom, Qi Yuanruo, the young master of the Duke of Qi's mansion, was giving a powerful lecture on the "Six Kingdoms Theory". Finally, with the sigh of Zhuang Xuejiu, the class came to an end.

"Then today, let's each discuss the six countries! Disband."

As Zhuang Xuejiu finished speaking, everyone slowly stood up and saluted him: "Thank you for your teachings, Xuejiu."

"Sixth Miss, please stay, and so will the young man from the Han family." Zhuang Xuejiu said casually, which made the young men and women who were about to leave startled, and they kept looking at Han Ming and Sheng Minglan.

"Scholar, I didn't sleep today!" Han Ming shouted in some confusion.

"Who wants to talk to you about sleeping? Come here." Zhuang Xuejiu slammed the table speechlessly.

"Hehehe, scholar, please take it easy." Looking at the grinning Han Ming, Scholar Zhuang sighed.

"You have such a great talent, why waste it? If you were more careful... Alas!" Master Zhuang sighed again.

"Scholar, I, Han Ming, am not one to follow the rules, so I'm naturally considered a freak. Being able to survive in this world is already a blessing from heaven, so why are you sighing?"

Han Ming bowed and seemed to have a clear understanding of himself.

"Your grandfather and I also have a history. You have the talent to be a prime minister. I don't know what happened in the past that has led to your wasted years now."

"But I have only one thing to say: no matter how big the storms and hurdles are, you will eventually overcome them. Only you know what the future holds."

Zhuang Xuejiu looked at Han Ming, who was keeping his head down and saying nothing, and shook his head slightly. He took out a book with the five big characters "Collected Works of Fan Wencheng" written on it.

"Read more. It will help you understand your true nature. Go ahead."

"Thank you, scholar." Han Ming took the book with both hands and bowed respectfully.

Seeing Sheng Minglan nervously twisting her fingers, Han Ming smiled brightly at her and then left the school.

Then I heard Zhuang Xuejiu criticizing the girl's handwriting and punishing her by making her copy the entire "Salt and Iron Discussions".

Han Ming, who was standing outside, couldn't help but laugh. He said to Sheng Changbai, who was waiting, "Zecheng, your sixth sister is such a wonderful person, but her handwriting is so ugly?"

"Jingyuan, you are slapping your father and me in the face." Sheng Changbai stuffed the "Northern Territory Fengshui Map" in his hand to Han Ming.

"Well, what's the big deal? No one in this world is perfect. If Sixth Miss didn't have a single flaw, how would everyone else live?"

Han Ming happily hugged the "Northern Territory Fengshui Map" and praised Sheng Minglan.

"Okay, I won't talk to you too much. I have to go back to do my homework. Goodbye!" Sheng Changbai couldn't stand Han Ming's words that were both praiseworthy and insulting, so he left in a hurry.

"Hey, are you coming to the Lantern Festival poetry party in the Forbidden City tonight?" Han Ming shouted.

"No, I wasn't invited." Sheng Changbai waved his hand from a distance.

"All officials and their families in Beijing can participate. This is the grace of His Majesty and the Empress Dowager." Han Ming still said without giving up.

"Okay, okay, go and show off yourself..."

Seeing Sheng Changbai not even turning his head, Han Ming shook his head slightly: "You really don't understand romance~!"

"I have plenty of time." Qi Heng leaned out from behind and said.

"Yuan Ruo, you'd better take care of yourself!" Han Ming said with deep meaning as he left the Sheng family.

"Huh?" Qi Heng, with a head full of question marks, was very puzzled.

. . . . . .

As the lights came on, the entire city of Bianjing in Tokyo Prefecture was immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the Lantern Festival. The streets were bustling with people, and their laughter and joy added more excitement to the celebration.

Today, out of the grace of the Emperor, we have specially invited the prominent officials and their families in Bianjing City to hold a grand Lantern Festival poetry gathering to celebrate more than 30 years of peace under the rule of the current Emperor.

As the eldest grandson of the then Prime Minister Han Zhang, Han Ming, who was famous for his poetic talent and was known as the "Little Poet Immortal" in Bianjing City, was naturally a must-invite.

At this moment, everyone in the Han Mansion, from the Grand Prime Minister Han Zhang to the officials and their wives in the inner house, were getting dressed one by one, preparing to attend the evening palace celebration.

"Oh, hurry up, Ming'er's ceremonial attire for entering the palace for homage was personally sent by the Empress Dowager, so we can't be negligent."

The eldest lady of the Han family, Han Lu, kept asking her maids to change clothes for Han Ming, who was greedy.

"Why are you so anxious, mother? The dinner is still a long time away." Han Ming munched on the pastry with a calm attitude.

"You! Do you know that this is the emperor's favor? Ask around in the entire Bianjing and see if there is anyone else who has received the emperor's favor like you, yet dares to be so careless."

Han Lu poked Han Ming's head with her finger, looking very disappointed with him.

"Mother, why are you so kind to me as an official?" Han Ming saw his personal maid bring clothes and reluctantly stood up to let her change.

"It's your reputation as a poet that makes the emperor love you so much."

Han Lu was no simple person. His father, Lu Baochen, was the second son of Lu Tanfu, a famous prime minister of this dynasty. He was granted the status of a Jinshi and served as the director of the Taifu Temple. He was later transferred to the Historiography Institute and served as the Hebei Transport Commissioner. Later, he was the acting governor of Kaifeng Prefecture.

The Han Lu family came from a family of high-ranking officials. They were of the same clan as the Han family and were a group of literati who enjoyed a high reputation during the Song Dynasty.

"Haha, I don't think so." Han Ming was like a little fox, with a faint smile on his face.

"How's that?"

The greatest blessing in Han Lu's life was marrying into a good husband's family. Her husband was a man of both virtue and talent. He had a successful career and never favored his concubine over his wife.

He was in good health and had a grandson named Han Ming who was a genius prodigy. His life was very comfortable.

Of course, Han Lu was also a kind and generous woman. Her father and mother were both conservative figures in the Song Dynasty court, while her parents-in-law were leaders of the reformists.

For this reason, the Lu family would never agree to Lu marrying into the Han family. In the end, it was Lu who stood at the forefront, withstood all the pressure, and married Han Ming's father, which led to such a fate.

"I saw my grandfather in the court the other day, advising the emperor on the matter of appointing a crown prince along with Lord Ouyang. He was reprimanded by the emperor. I'm afraid the emperor and the Empress Dowager are afraid of creating a rift between my grandfather and that's why they're so kind to me."

Han Ming, fully dressed, immediately looked like a different person. He wore a brocade hat and a sable fur coat, a red arrow-sleeve coat with two-color gold butterflies and flowers, a long tasseled palace belt with colorful silk flowers, a dark blue flowered eight-round Japanese-forged tasseled jacket, and small court boots with a blue satin and pink base.

Her face is like the Mid-Autumn moon, her complexion is like flowers in the spring morning, her temples are as if cut by a knife, her eyebrows are as if painted with ink, her nose is like a hanging gall bladder, and her eyes are like autumn waves.

"Mom, this makeup is a bit too much." Han Ming felt that he was not handsome at all, but a bit beautiful.

"However, Ming'er was born with a good foundation." Mother Feng in her mother's room praised Han Ming.

"It's better not to put on makeup. I just need to wash my face and show my bare face." Han Ming didn't want to be accused of lacking masculinity at such a grand gathering.

"This is the best rouge!" Han Lu was a little puzzled.

"Mother, this is not the Jin Dynasty anymore. How can a man need to wear makeup?" Han Ming really couldn't understand the way people of this era were thinking.

"Nonsense! Even the great gentlemen like to wear flowers in their hair. As a future literary leader, don't you need to adapt to the times?"

"Mother, please don't praise me like that. If outsiders hear it, they will think we are too arrogant." Han Ming still followed his habit and ordered his personal maid Jin Rui to bring a basin of water and clean up silently.

"Okay, okay, anyway, you've had your own ideas since you were little. As a mother, everything I say is annoying."

Hearing that his mother was having a little tantrum, Han Ming had no choice but to apologize repeatedly and coax her for a long time before she gave up.

The backyard only became lively when the servants informed them that someone from the palace had come to invite them.