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

The sky in Bianjing City never changes according to human will. The bright sunshine in the morning gradually becomes covered with dark clouds as time goes by.

It is like everyone's mood, changeable and unpredictable...

"What do you think of this decree?"

Han Zhang gently picked up the bright yellow silk paper at hand, placed it on the chessboard covered with chess pieces, and asked with a normal expression.

"Grandfather, I dare not..." Han Ming answered cautiously.

"Inside the study, behind closed doors, what we say is kept secret from all ears. So why should we be afraid to speak freely?"

Han Zhang stroked his beard and chuckled, soothing Han Ming's slightly cautious tone.

"My grandson understands."

Han Ming performed the ceremony twice, then looked at the bright yellow silk paper with a serious expression.

After a while, when the study fell into silence, Han Ming spoke in a deep voice.

"I understand the government's will. The dinosaur body is in violation of it and I'm afraid it won't be long..."

Han Ming's words caused a loud thunderclap to resound in the dark sky, followed by heavy rain falling into the city of Bianjing.

The flash of lightning left a hint of gloom on Han Zhang's face, but it also reflected the different colors in Han Ming's eyes.

"Not bad, it looks like you've practiced it. Go on."

Han Zhang's expression changed very quickly, and in less than a second, he hid the gloom.

"The Song Dynasty is now relatively peaceful, both internally and externally. At this juncture, the Emperor's decree simply makes my grandfather the regent..."

Han Ming's words made the old man a little distracted. He picked up the imperial edict on the chessboard and kept looking at it.

"...even to the trusted minister..."

Han Ming hesitated for a few seconds and then said the rest of the words.

However, seeing that his grandfather had fallen into his own memories, Han Ming stopped speculating and the study fell into silence again.

"You're right. The emperor knows that the dragon is in poor health, so he's making arrangements for his funeral..."

Han Zhang sighed a little, thinking back to when he first entered officialdom and met the high-spirited Emperor Renzong, who is now very old.

“Time is merciless~!”

Is Han Zhang lamenting the government, or is he lamenting his own lost life?

Han Ming didn't know, but he knew one thing: the sky in Bianjing had changed...

Han Zhang slowly stood up with the imperial edict in his hand and took Han Ming to the desk in the middle of the study.

Above it is an unfinished calligraphy piece: "Tranquility leads to far-reaching goals."

"Then tell me, besides the important task of 'entrusting the orphan to me', what else does this imperial decree include?"

Han Zhang was like a pioneer, paving the way forward for Han Ming step by step, and constantly teaching Han Ming the art of understanding the emperor's mind.

"My grandson believes that the government still wants to appease the Han family." Han Ming honestly expressed his inner judgment.

"Oh? Why do you think so? This world belongs to the emperor, why do you need to appease my Han family?"

Han Zhang pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth, and smiled at this grandson who made him very satisfied.

"Since the founding of the country, the Han family has gone through several generations, protecting the country and the people. Not to mention their contributions to the court, their status among the literati alone is extraordinary."

"Now my grandfather is in power, ruling the country. His students and former officials are spread all over the country, and they are loyal to the government."

"But firstly, my father took the initiative to outsource the work, and secondly, my grandson's initiative for reform was blocked, which led to the 'outsourcing' of the work to the local area."

"This makes the emperor feel very sorry. He feels sorry for my grandfather's many years of assistance, and he also wants to appease the Han family so that they can better serve the court and support the Song Dynasty."

"What's going on, emperor..." Han Ming seemed to have thought of something when he was halfway through his words. He quickly shut up and looked at his grandfather Han Zhang with a wry smile.

There was a hint of a faint smile in Han Zhang's eyes: "It seems that my previous evaluation of you was too low."

"You don't just lack reverence, you have absolutely no respect... hehe..."

The old man's words made Han Ming's heart sink, and he kept responding with a silly smile.

"It's good to go out and gain some experience, to grow your mind. Some things, behind closed doors, are not your business, but once the door is open, it's hard to get away from it."

Han Zhang's words made Han Ming more aware of the severity of the political struggle within the court today, but it also aroused a sense of fighting spirit in his heart.

"Grandfather, please forgive me for being so bold. Who do you think is worthy of being the Emperor of the Song Dynasty?"

As soon as these words came out, the fierceness in Han Zhang's eyes could no longer be concealed. The originally skinny old man suddenly became like a ferocious wolf, staring at the "rude" Han Ming.

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other for a long time. Han Zhang raised his head to the sky, stroked his beard and laughed: "Good, very good!"

"It seems that both the government and I, an old man, have looked down on you!"

"What you said today, came out of your mouth, and it entered my ears. What you said is irrelevant. Everything in Bianjing is related to my grandfather."

Han Zhang patted his seemingly harmless grandson, put his hands behind his back, pushed open the door of the study, and left.

Looking at his grandfather's somewhat hunched back, Han Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking and reviewing the previous conversation.

In an unknown place, Han Ming's back was soaked with sweat...

In a street not far from the Han family, the residence of the current prime minister Fu Yanguo is located.

Today is a day when I don’t have to go to court or work.

The so-called "holidays" were commonplace in the Song Dynasty, and there were even countless days. Among all the dynasties, they were among the most numerous.

Fu Yanguo is a relatively frugal person. During his holidays, he usually chooses to drink tea and read books, or teach his children and grandchildren.

He really enjoyed this leisurely life, and it also made him feel the comfort of taking a break from his busy schedule.

But the good times didn't last long. When a rapid gasp sounded outside the study, Fu Yanguo's good mood was completely broken.

Closing the Jingyuan Collection of Poems, the old man who also held the central leadership position had a slightly changed expression: "What's the matter?"

"My lord, someone in the palace has a message about Prime Minister Han." The waiter outside the door replied respectfully.

Fu Yanguo's expression changed, and he slowly stood up and waved his hand: "Come in and talk."

Later, through the waiter's mysterious actions, Fu Yanguo learned about the situation of his old brother Han Zhang.

"I can't believe that the emperor values ​​the Han family so much, or rather, he values ​​that little Han Shixian!"

Fu Yanguo returned to the desk with a puzzled look on his face, reached out and brushed across the "Jingyuan Poetry Collection" on the table, and couldn't help laughing.

"Prepare the car, I need to go to the palace."

The waiter standing by immediately responded and went out to prepare the carriage.

“From today on, the Han family’s prestige will reach its peak, and there will be no shortage of troubles to come.”

"It's okay as long as my old brother is here. If he were to pass away one day, I'm afraid it would be difficult to deal with."

"The Han family kid is also a worry for me. He makes me run around everywhere at my age..."

"I'll have him prepare two jugs of good wine and two good poems for me some time."

Fu Yanguo was packing his things with a look of deep resentment and muttering to himself, as if he was helpless in dealing with the Han family's two grandparents and grandchildren.

After packing up all the documents and holding them in his arms, Fu Yanguo left the mansion, got on the carriage and went to the palace.

At the moment he left, the collection of poems in the study was blown by a breeze and stopped at one poem.

"...The long road ahead is as hard as iron, but now we can start over..."