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

Han Zhang's title of Duke of Yiguo was nothing in Bianliang, a capital city filled with nobles.

Another great minister in the Council of State, Fu Yanguo, was granted the title of Duke of Henan as early as the second year of Zhihe.

Compared to this big man who was knighted and promoted a long time ago, Han Zhang's path to knighthood was relatively late.

But the meaning contained in it is worth savoring.

Compared with the surprise and confusion of the middle and low-level officials, the top bosses in the Song Dynasty court all had a clear mind.

Even the top boss Pang Chun, the Grand Tutor Pang, who was summoned back to Beijing to recuperate, kept thinking about whether he needed to pave the way for his descendants in advance.

In short, Emperor Renzong's seemingly meaningless edict caused a stir everywhere.

This has led many fence-sitters to begin to move closer to the so-called "New Deal Reformists" in their eyes.

"Recently, many of the children of officials and their families in Beijing have been interacting with me, often inviting me to participate in some poetry gatherings of unknown significance."

Lu Haoqing picked up the tea brought by the Han family's servant and savored it carefully.

"It's similar here. Many people in the Liyuan have asked me about you...or the Grand Master's movements."

Sheng Changbai looked at Han Ming, who was sitting in the first seat, with a serious expression.

"It's the same with the Sansi Yamen. I don't know why these people have such sharp noses that they can pick up any smell."

Wang Jiefu smiled with disdain.

Han Ming smiled broadly and waved his hand nonchalantly, "They're all fence-sitters. They'll side with whichever side is in power."

"Once they lose power, these people are the most active in kicking the crap out of them."

"Most importantly, we need real helpers, or like-minded comrades."

Han Ming's words made the three of them fall into deep thought.

"There are rumors out there that we are the so-called 'New Deal Reformers', the heirs of the Qingli era, ready to stir up another bloody storm."

Sheng Changbai's tone was somewhat solemn.

"Let them talk. We are just a bunch of juniors who have nothing to do with government affairs. Is it an eyesore if we talk freely?"

Han Ming never minded being labeled a "new school" person. If politics were so simple as dividing class factions, then he wouldn't have to worry about it.

"I'm just afraid..." Sheng Changbai hesitated.

"Are you worried about my reputation?"

Han Ming took over the conversation, his eyes skipping over the slightly dim environment of the hall and looking at the bright and brilliant world outside.

"Life is short, like the seasons of autumn. I hope to live up to yesterday's deeds, today's fatigue, and not fear the road ahead..."

A light laugh came out of Han Ming's mouth, which made Wang Jiefu and the other two look stunned. Then they fell into silent contemplation without saying anything.

"There will be infamy, but will it be temporary? Or forever? Let the future tell."

“We must always focus on the present.”

"Whether we live in disgrace or fight to the death, we are here now. We should not do anything that will be too late to regret."

"..."

No one knew what mood Wang Jiefu and the other two were in when they left, but in their opinion, the confusion about the future had been swept away, and what followed was the so-called "opportunity".

On July 28, the fifth year of Jiayou, Han Ming was ordered to leave the capital and be sent to Shaanxi, where he officially took up the post of Shaanxi's envoy in charge of economic development, pacification, transportation, and recruitment.

On the surface, he seemed to be in charge of the Yongxing Military Road, but in reality, he held all the military and political power in Shaanxi, and was truly the King of the Northwest.

It has to be said that when Han Ming was sent to judge this time, many people came to see him off.

The Han family, originally fearing too much of a repercussions, chose to be the first group to open the city gates early in the morning, but they never expected that there would be so many people accompanying them to see them off.

Some of them are even spectators in the city of Bianjing. They always have their own unknown and powerful channels to obtain some special information.

Han Ming's outsourcing is precisely one of their concerns.

Looking at the slightly crowded crowd at the city gate, Han Ming and his relatives and friends felt a little nervous.

"See? Han Jingyuan, you've caused such a scene just by doing a single outsourcing. Who knows what will happen when you return to Beijing?"

After all, Wang Jiefu was a reform comrade who had followed Han Ming in Jiangxi for a year, so he could afford to make some jokes.

"A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. It's enough for me to return to the northwest safely this time. I don't want to think too much about other things."

Han Ming smiled bitterly and said goodbye to Wang Jiefu, Sheng Changbai and Lu Haoqing.

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged celebrity laughed and said from the side: "If even Mr. Han wants to live a peaceful life, then the rest of us will see no hope."

The person who came was Sima Junshi, who had recently become close to Han Ming and others.

Han Ming was very happy that this conservative leader in the middle and late Northern Song Dynasty was able to move closer to his camp.

After all, the great man once said that we should unite all forces that can be united.

Sima Junshi is now just in his early forties. Like Wang Jiefu, he has just been transferred to the central government in the officialdom and still has a bit of elite and enterprising spirit.

Although he later became the spokesperson of the "old school" during the reigns of Emperor Shenzong and Emperor Xizong, he is still a "newcomer" who is constantly exploring the ways of the future officialdom.

"Brother Junshi, you're not being honest. I heard the emperor has asked you to be in charge of compiling the 'Daily Records'."

"You resolutely refused, submitting five petitions in a row, saying you were 'not really good at this,' but the government has not rescinded its decision."

"It can be seen that you also hold an extraordinary position in the official's heart."

Wang Jiefu stroked his beard and chuckled, explaining Sima Junshi's background clearly, which made everyone applaud and laugh.

Sima Junshi blushed for the first time, feeling that these young people just liked to bring up things that were not related to the topic.

"Brother Junshi is an 'honest man', you guys should stop making fun of him."

Han Ming came out at the right time to smooth things over. As for the evaluation of this "honest man", only he himself knew whether it was true or not.

Hearing Han Ming's excuses for himself, Sima Junshi smiled awkwardly, feeling very grateful, and hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed solemnly.

"I wish Brother Jingyuan a bright future and a smooth journey."

Such a solemn attitude also made the crowd's joking quiet down a lot, and they all performed the ceremony and recited blessings.

"Thank you all very much, and I hope you will work together to make further progress."

Han Ming's words were rather straightforward, and he even included Sima Junshi in the group. This made the other party feel a little moved, and he somewhat understood that Han Ming treated him as one of his own.

The four of them looked at each other and returned the greeting solemnly: "We understand."

Han Ming nodded slightly, said goodbye to a few good friends, came to the Han family, and met Yu Yanran who had been waiting for a long time.

Han Ming had so much to say to his wife, but as the two held hands, all his words turned into silent silence.

Han Ming and Yu Yanran, this couple, can be said to have been apart more than together since their marriage.

This was clearly seen not only by the two of them but also by everyone around them.

Therefore, whether emotionally or rationally, the old emperor values ​​Han Ming very much, probably because of this reason.

After all, due to the important affairs of the court, the couple were rarely together. The old emperor was still grateful and knew how difficult it was for these two children.

"After I leave, Nuo Ge'er will have to work hard for you."

Han Ming and Yu Yanran approached the carriage and lifted the curtain. Inside was a baby sleeping soundly. The baby sneezed twice from time to time, then turned over and continued to sleep.

Seeing his son like this, Han Ming's expression softened, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"Well, sir, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Nuoge."

Yu Yanran squeezed Han Ming's big hand slightly and nodded heavily.

"There are also some matters in the backyard. With the help of my grandmother and mother, these are not a big problem. I am mainly worried about the affairs of the officials' wives and children."

Han Ming didn't make his words very clear, but Yu Yanran was not a naive woman and understood the current situation of Han Ming and the Han family.

"Sir, do you think I should close my doors and tighten my fences?"

Yu Yanran asked cautiously.

"That would actually draw more attention. You're quite familiar with Miss Zhang, Madam Wang, and Miss Hai. Why not invite them to come over often?"

"The one from the Sima family is also well-educated and well-mannered."

Han Ming glanced at Sima Junshi in the distance casually, then said in a low voice.

"In short, if there's anything you're unsure about or can't grasp, you can discuss it with Grandma and Mother."

"They were both veterans in the officialdom of Bianjing. They are much more familiar with the ways of the boudoir than youngsters like you and me."

Han Ming's words made Yu Yanran roll her eyes.

"How could you talk about your grandmother and mother like that? Aren't you afraid of what they would say about you if they knew?"

Hearing Yu Yanran's slightly coquettish tone, Han Ming turned his back to block the crowd and then hugged her.

Yong Zeng and Jin Rui, who were standing by, were sharp-eyed and immediately straightened their bodies, blocking Han Ming and Yu Yanran so that they could not see anything.

"Ouch! What are you doing?"

Yu Yanran couldn't stand Han Ming's doting regardless of the occasion.

"Let me hug you again. I don't know when I'll be back. Let me enjoy your embrace for the last time."

Han Ming whispered in Yu Yanran's ear.

These shameless words made Yu Yanran blush slightly, but after all, she was an experienced person and quickly adapted to it.

After looking around and finding no one around, she immediately raised her head and kissed Han Ming on the corner of his mouth.

How could Han Ming let go of this little lamb who came to his door? He immediately straightened Yu Yanran's little mouth and kissed her fiercely.

This made Yu Yanran's bright eyes widen instantly, and she stretched out her small hands to Han Ming's waist and gently twisted it twice.

Then, with Han Ming's evil smile, he let go of Yu Yanran, whose face was flushed.

"You..." Looking at Yu Yanran's pouting lips, Han Ming licked his lips unconsciously. It felt very good, very sweet, and very smooth.

"Take good care of yourself. If you feel unwell, be sure to tell me. Jin Rui and Furong in my mother's room are both frequent visitors to the Imperial Hospital. Don't bother me."

Hearing Han Ming's instructions, Yu Yanran smiled happily and nodded.

"Sir, take care of yourself too."

"Well, don't worry!"

Han Ming patted his chest and assured.

Seeing that it was getting late and the crowd in front of the city gate was increasing, Han Ming had no choice but to greet everyone and got on the carriage under the reluctant gaze of his wife.

With Yong Zeng's whip, the convoy finally started slowly.

Under the gazes of everyone, some expectant, some sighing, Han Ming officially set off to the northwest to take up his post...