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

Chapter 297 Farewell...

Han Ming finished speaking in one breath, and the whole hall fell into silence. The next second, Ouyang Wenzhong finally figured out what was going on and slammed the table in anger.

"Han Jingyuan, you're treating everyone like fools."

As soon as these words were spoken, Fu Yanguo, a serious man, couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing, and then the whole hall instantly returned to joy.

Because they all knew that Han Zhang and his grandson still had the leisure to plot against others, which proved that the government did not care about the so-called rumors at all in this "party struggle".

It can even be said that this drama was a collaboration between Han and Emperor Shenzong, and they, the new policy faction and the conservative faction were all fooled in it.

"Actually, I didn't expect it to become such a big deal at first, but every mistake has its own merits."

"On the one hand, it exposed the fence-sitting and soft-mindedness of many New Dealers, as well as a group of people with ulterior motives."

"Their departure has made the party more peaceful and has also allowed some centrist elders to return, which can be considered a blessing in disguise."

"On the other hand, the emergence of 'factional strife' gave external enemies an opportunity to exploit the internal instability of the Song Dynasty."

"This gives us an excuse to start a war. The emperor has always been interested in expanding abroad, so how can we, as his subjects, not share his worries?"

Mr. Han smiled shyly twice, making everyone's eyelids twitch.

As the old saying goes: The road you travel most often in life is your routine.

Mr. Han perfectly interprets what it means that "life is like a play, it all depends on acting". There is no one he dare not fool, only people he does not want to fool.

"I suddenly feel heart pain and want to take it easy."

Ouyang Wenzhong touched his chest and took a deep breath. This scene made everyone smile knowingly.

"So, Wang Tao is your man?" Lu Baochen asked, twirling his beard.

Hearing this, Han Ming immediately smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Grandfather really has a unique vision."

"Brother Le Dao is from Wannian County, Jingzhao Prefecture. He was once transferred to Yuzhou as a military judge and served under the late Emperor (Emperor Yingzong)."

"Later, he was promoted to the position of Magistrate of Jingnan. He was an old acquaintance of General Guo Kui, and it was he who recommended him to his grandson."

"My grandson knew he had some talent, so he recommended him for the position of Imperial Counselor, and later he was promoted to Chief Censor."

Wow, it’s connected, all connected. This drama is indeed the work of the government.

Everyone was in a daze and chatted briefly for a while before being sent away by Old Man Han.

At the moment of leaving the house, Fu Yanguo seemed to have a feeling. He looked at Han Zhang sideways and asked inexplicably, "Is this really okay? Are you willing to give up this situation that you worked so hard to establish?"

"I am old and my children have grown up. They don't need my protection anymore."

"For ten years in the Central Government, you and I have done our best. Now that the country is safe and sound, and the society is stable, I'm sure the late Emperor (Renzong) and Brother Xiwen will also be relieved..."

Hearing this, Fu Yanguo's eyes once again recalled the few people who were full of vigor and vitality many years ago. They had never been afraid of rumors, and relied solely on the passion in their hearts to open the prelude to the transformation of the Song Dynasty.

The result was not good. They were torn apart by conservatives and expressed their self-depression and simple romantic sentiments in different places all over the country.

At the end of the story, they returned to Tokyo Prefecture, where they had been away for a long time, and took control of the center again, continuing to work hard for the Song Dynasty.

And now, their unique era is about to pass, which is a sad but also gratifying and happy thing.

Old Master Han proved that even if he left the court, the future of the Song Dynasty would continue to move forward.

They are both witnesses of history and also experiencers.

In the history of the future, their names will still shine like glory, in the history books and in the long river of time, and will be immortalized...

. . . . . .

After seeing off their colleagues, the Han family held a private meeting. Most of the time, the old man talked and they listened. When he talked about deep feelings, some of the female family members covered their mouths and sobbed quietly.

"From now on, you will have to rely on yourselves. Pu'er is the eldest brother and has to take care of his younger siblings."

"Although I know you are a rigid person, it is ultimately my responsibility as a father."

"But fortunately, you and Mrs. Lu are not pedantic. You are the pride of our Han family for raising a good child like Ming'er."

"And Erlang, you have a soft personality and are easily abducted and dragged into unnecessary trouble..."

"...Sanlang...Shiro..."

"..."

"Girl, come here."

Han Zhang saw his eldest daughter Han standing aside, biting her lips and holding back tears, and he chuckled and waved his hand.

"Father..."

Han knelt at Han Zhang's feet and held his old hand tightly, just like when she was a child holding her father's big hand.

How many years has it been since she got married and last touched her father's hand and served him like before?

"You have an impatient temper and are always a bit impatient with others, but Jingxiu is a good boy, kind and never favors his concubine over his wife."

"Don't cry..." The old man touched Han's head and comforted her.

"You and Jingxiu should live a good life together. Supporting your husband and raising children are the skills a woman should have. Don't waste them."

Old Master Han seemed to be thinking of his daughter's childhood and couldn't help laughing. His white-haired and bearded face was wrinkled with laughter.

"Yes, father, your daughter will obey your instructions."

Han held back her tears of parting and kowtowed several times.

"Tomorrow."

Hearing his grandfather's voice, Han Ming tried to pretend nothing happened, but a thin layer of mist still covered his eyes.

"grandfather..."

Han Ming raised the corners of his mouth hard, walked closer, knelt on one knee and held the old man's hand.

"You are very good, really very good, better than when I was young. Perhaps many years later, you will still be the best child in the Han family."

"This time, let grandpa protect you from the wind and rain one last time. From now on, you have to rely on yourself..."

Old Man Han tightly grasped his grandson's palm, which was covered with thick calluses from long-term martial arts training.

Han Ming nodded slowly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It is my unfilial grandson who has brought trouble to my grandfather."

. . . . . .

On July 10th of the first year of Xining, most of the civil and military officials in the court came out and arrived at the west city gate to see him off.

After the two sides briefly recounted their past friendship, Han Zhang set off for the northwest with his entourage and servants.

After traveling for several miles, Han Zhang suddenly had an idea. He hurriedly stopped the carriage, lifted the curtain, and looked back at the towering and huge city of Bianjing.

There, I shared my youth and half of my life's past; there was the king and the Song Dynasty for whom I had dedicated my life; there were also like-minded comrades and my family...

Old Master Han stared blankly at the city in the distance, and then he felt something slowly dissipating from his heart. In an instant, he felt refreshed and his body felt a lot lighter.

"Hahaha, nothing matters anymore!"

"Old Xuantou!"

The wrinkled old butler beside him chuckled: "Hey, I'm here!"

"Set off! Take up your post in Shaanxi!"

"Okay! Let's get going! To take up our post in Shaanxi!"

The housekeeper, Master Xuan, shouted loudly, echoing his happy master.

In a trance, I thought of a long time ago when I also seemed to leave Beijing singing with a young man and went to take up my post.

At that time, I was so happy!!!

A simple and clean carriage, with its back to the city of Bianjing, slowly drove into the distance and into the end of the horizon.

No one knew that this departure from the capital would be Han Zhang's last meeting with Bianjing City...

"If we never meet again in this life... then let's not meet again!!!"