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

The Shengping Tower in the Imperial Palace was a banquet hall for entertaining guests, and also a gathering place for the emperor, his ministers, and their families.

At this moment, the hall was full of distinguished guests. Officials of the fifth rank and above in Beijing and their families all came here to chat with each other and reminisce about old and new friendships.

After Han Ming returned his second sister Han Yu to the care of his grandmother Han Cui and mother Han Lu, he wandered around the palace, looking for someone he knew.

However, there were too many officials' families and relatives, and he couldn't find any friends for a while, so he had to find a quiet corner, drink alone, and asked the eunuch for pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and silently wrote the dedication needed for tonight.

"The Lantern Festival is a time for celebration, but which poem should I choose? Which great poet's poem should I copy?"

Han Ming leaned against the railing, took a couple of sips of the imperial wine, and scribbled something. Then, feeling it wasn't good, he crumpled it up and threw it aside. Then, he bit the pen and continued to ponder.

Until the wine started to take effect, Han Ming felt dizzy and leaned against the railing, overlooking the prosperous scenery of Bianjing in the distance.

It seemed like I had a very long and beautiful dream, and saw all the beautiful sights in the world...

Gradually, the entire Shengping Tower fell into silence and disappeared without a trace. Only the dizzy Han Ming was gazing at the distant sky, laughing foolishly.

"Jingyuan..."

"Brother Jingyuan..."

"Ming Ge'er..."

"Everyone!..."

"..."

The incessant noises brought Han Ming back to consciousness. In a daze, he seemed to see many people surrounding him, constantly praising something.

"Huh?!" Han Ming, who was limp, tried to stand up by holding onto the railing, but his legs were too weak and he fell directly to the ground. Fortunately, an old man in casual clothes was quick-witted and helped him up.

"Thank...thank...thank you, sir!" Han Ming smiled foolishly and thanked the old man.

But as soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked and stood there in a daze, not daring to say a word.

"You are the first one who can recognize me as a minister, Han Dalang." The old emperor laughed and supported Han Ming.

"Huh?! Who are you?" Han Ming was drunk and his ears were ringing. He looked at the old man who just opened his mouth but didn't say anything, feeling a little puzzled.

The Han family, headed by Han Zhang, had a grim look on their faces. They didn't know whether they should keep the child or not. This child was too capable of causing trouble.

"Haha, I think you should sober up first." The old emperor handed Han Ming to the eunuch. Just as he was about to leave, he found that his robe was being grabbed by someone. When he turned around, it was Han Ming.

"Old man, this piece of cloth is good, suitable for me to write poetry. I wonder if you would like to give it to me?" Han Ming was so dizzy that he didn't know what he said.

Sheng Changbai, hiding in the crowd, covered his face and dared not look, thinking silently, "What a sin!"

Qi Heng, Sheng Minglan, Yu Yanran and others were even more at a loss as to what to say about this young man from the Han family.

For a moment, everyone present secretly gave Han Ming a thumbs up in their hearts. A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. This kid is really brave!

"How dare you!" Han Shipu shouted coldly, and just as he was about to reach out his hand, he was stopped by the old emperor.

"Do you want to write a poem with this robe of mine?" The old emperor looked at his empress with interest and laughed.

"Good material goes well with good poetry. Wait a moment, old man, I'll give you one." Han Ming took a pen casually, then felt that his condition was not good enough, so he reached out and picked up a bottle of fermented rice wine.

He tilted his head back and gulped down the wine, and a lot of it even spilled on his own robe and the old emperor's robe, which made everyone sweat.

"I see that you have written a lot. What's going on? Are you still feeling inspired?" The old emperor's words aroused everyone's interest.

You know, just when they were enjoying the scenery, the emperor and the empress came hand in hand. After greeting them, everyone gave their blessings and speeches.

When the eunuch loudly called out to Han Ming, everyone noticed that this "little poet" had passed out drunk in a corner, surrounded by many wine bottles and paper balls.

Someone dared to pick up the rice paper that Han Ming had crumpled into a ball and found a classic Lantern Festival poem on it - "Shangyuan Shiyan"

"A pale moon and sparse stars circle Jianzhang, a fairy wind blows down the incense from the imperial censer. Courtiers stand in the Tongming Hall, a red cloud embraces the Jade Emperor."

After this person read out this poem, everyone present looked at Han Ming who was sleeping soundly in surprise, secretly amazed, what a good poem!

Of course it is good. This is a masterpiece of Su Dongpo and also the last poem Han Ming wrote before he passed out drunk. It was written as a dedication. However, because he was drunk, he habitually rolled it up and threw it far away.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone stood up and picked up the paper balls that Han Ming treated as garbage, and opened them again to read.

"People in fancy dress and finery are everywhere, and the streets are full of lights and children are noisy. I, in my long gown, am nothing, yet I am also among the tourists' laughter and chatter." (From Yuan Haowen's "Lantern Festival in Kyoto" in the Yuan Dynasty)

"Last year on Lantern Festival, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. The moon was above the treetops, and people made appointments after dusk. This year on Lantern Festival, the moon and the lights remain the same. But I miss last year's people, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears." (Ouyang Xiu, "Lantern Festival" in Shengchazi, Northern Song Dynasty)

"The jade-like flowers reflect the palace, scattering the snow on the reed steps. Compared to the ordinary clear scene, it is the first reunion season. The shadow of the moth suddenly floats on the first string, lending its light to the palace lotus. Seven treasures are combined into a jade, and the wheel of heaven is in the sky every year." (Nalan Rongruo, Qing Dynasty, "Qing Ping Yue: Lantern Festival Lunar Eclipse")

"..."

For a moment, the whole audience fell into a state where you could hear a pin drop, and everyone looked at the young man who was still whispering there in disbelief.

The emperor personally picked up a crumpled piece of paper and wrote on it, "After the third watch of the Lantern Festival, snowflakes filled the sky. There was no moon, only the night lanterns hanging. The poets of Liangyuan, the skin of the Gushe Immortal. Who is standing by the golden palace, with a hairpin and pen, wishing a good harvest?" ("Lantern Festival Snow" by Wu Jingzi, Qing Dynasty)

"Great, great! What a wonderful 'hairpin and brush wishing a good harvest'!" The emperor laughed and smoothed the paper. "I am very pleased, very pleased!"

Seeing that the emperor was very pleased, everyone came to congratulate him. At this moment, Han Ming woke up from his drowsiness, grabbed the emperor's robe, and continued to act crazy while drunk.

"Inspiration? That means nothing to me!" Han Ming was extremely arrogant and didn't care about other people's opinions at all.

He looked around the crowd with confused eyes. Somehow, Han Ming and Yu Yanran's eyes met. Seeing that the young man of the Han family was staring at a certain place, everyone turned to look.

Seeing that it was the eldest daughter of the Yu family, she couldn't help but smile knowingly, and Yu Yanran herself hid behind Sheng Minglan with a blushing face, constantly looking out, and then gave Han Ming a bright smile.

At this moment, the young man's pupils widened, a flash of inspiration passed through his mind, and in an instant, he seemed to have found his protagonist of the night.

Han Ming did not hesitate. With a flick of his hand, he wrote on the official's sleeve a poem that could be called a classic from his previous life - "Qingyu'an. Yuan Xi".

"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows them down like rain of stars. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages."

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance all night. The moth is like a golden thread of snow willow, and the smile and fragrance are gone."

"The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there she was, in a dimly lit place."

The empress beside him recited the poem word by word. When the last stroke fell, Han Ming threw away his pen, fell asleep, and kept murmuring: "Beautiful, so beautiful..."

After a brief silence among everyone present, a huge wave came.

"This, this, this?"

"How rude!"

"How romantic~!"

"Ming Ge'er is really talented!"

"Amazing, amazing! Once this poem is published, who else would dare to write poetry during the Lantern Festival?"

"Is this written to Sister Yanran?"

"Interesting, very interesting. I never thought there would be such a wonderful person in Bianjing City!"

"How embarrassing!"

"I'm so ashamed to see people!"

"..."

It can be said that the scene was no less lively than a farmers' market. Even the emperor and the empress did not suppress the crowd's heated discussion, but stared blankly at the poem.

This was destined to be a Lantern Festival that could not be missed in the history of the Song Dynasty.