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

Chapter 190 Departure

Looking at the two people whispering in the distance, Han Ming and Yu Yanran unconsciously began to bite their ears.

"very nice!"

Yu Yanran looked at Gu Sheng and the others with a smile.

"Why are you expressing such emotion?"

Han Ming smiled and smoothed the loose hair on Yu Yanran's forehead.

"It hasn't been easy for Ming'er since he was little. To have Gu Erlang take such devoted care of him is worthy of the blessing of Wei Xiaoniang's spirit in heaven."

When Han Ming heard his wife mention the three words "Wei Xiaoniang", his eyes became a little blurry and he thought of his trip to Yangzhou.

“Good things come to those who wait…after all the hard work comes the sweetness!”

Han Ming couldn't help but sigh.

"But how do you know Zhong Huai is a good man? Who knows, he might become a troublemaker if they have conflicts in the future?"

Han Ming's words sounded so strange. Yu Yanran looked up at her husband's half-smile.

"Anyone who can earn the attention of the official must have something extraordinary. This is true for Lord Xiao Sheng, and I think the second son of the Gu family is the same."

Yu Yanran's flattery made Han Ming feel elated.

After all, men are easy to coax!

"My wife is indeed a discerning woman! My husband is in a good mood today, let's go to a restaurant!"

Han Ming walked into the city with Yu Yanran in his arms, smiling, while Yu Yanran looked at him with great joy.

"Hey hey hey! What about me? Is there no one to take care of me?!"

Sheng Hualan, who had been watching the show as an unknown person, was now looking at the Han Ming couple who were walking away in astonishment, as well as Gu Tingye and Sheng Minglan who were laughing beside them.

"No? Am I redundant?"

Hualan covered her forehead with her hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. For the first time, she felt that it would be great if her husband were here.

. . . . . .

On the other side, Prince Pu Zhao Zongquan and his entire family bid farewell to Zhao Ceying. Among them, his mother, Princess Pu Shen Congying, was the most sad. She kept holding her son's hand and saying caring words.

"Okay, Ying'er won't be away for too long this time. She'll be back in a year or two."

It would have been better if Prince Pu Zhao Zongquan hadn't said this. Once he said it, Shen Congying was extremely angry. However, because it was in public, he didn't dare to confront him directly.

"Your Highness, don't you feel sorry for Ying'er? Why let him patrol the area alone? Isn't this embarrassing?"

Shen Congying's words were neither harsh nor soft, but contained more complaints, which made Zhao Zongquan sigh helplessly.

"Mother, I am here as an imperial envoy to inspect the local area. This is official business and I am working for the court. How can I cause trouble for others?"

Zhao Ceying smiled and comforted his mother, then turned around and whispered a few words to his wife, asking her to take good care of his parents-in-law and the children.

"Ying'er, come here. I have something to say to you."

Zhao Zongquan put his hands behind his back and took Zhao Ceying to a remote place, muttering to himself.

"This inspection of the local salt tax is fraught with difficulties. I, your father, will be frank with you. The obstacles may involve issues related to the royal family."

"If you are determined to thoroughly investigate the place, then your father has nothing to say."

"If you can't make up your mind, just be casual and save your life!"

Zhao Zongquan's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and his expression became gloomy and uncertain, making it difficult to read.

"Father means..."

Zhao Ceying's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but glance sideways at the imperial city in Bianjing.

"The ministers want to thoroughly investigate the salt tax, restructure the finances, and promote military reforms, but the emperor may not be so inclined."

"Now, you and I, father and son, serve in the same court. My father has been entrusted by the late emperor and has been granted the title of king. I would never dare to stand in front of the emperor."

"But I understand your thoughts, and you understand mine too. All living things in this world are the foundation of the country!"

"You and I stand here, and although we are constrained, we can also dispel the layers of fog and find a path that benefits both the country and the people."

Zhao Zongquan seldom talked to Zhao Ceying. The reason was that he had no chance before, and now the situation kept changing. If he could not express his inner feelings, he was afraid that the whole family would suffer.

"Father, your concerns are well-founded. Since I have accepted this mission, I will definitely not give up halfway."

"Since someone wants to use our knife to cut through the obstacles, I must achieve the result and escape unscathed!"

Zhao Ceying clasped his fists and bowed with a serious expression.

"Good boy...good boy!"

Zhao Zongquan smiled bitterly and helped Zhao Ceying up.

"But things haven't reached that point yet. The document submitted by the Privy Council, requesting the rectification of the local area, sending Zhong Huai out, and even transferring your uncle and newly trained soldiers, is also intended to protect you."

"I guess this was done by the Marquis of Anyang. He probably did it out of respect for your uncle."

Zhao Zongquan patted Zhao Ceying on the shoulder and smiled.

"That marquis is also a wonderful man, and his courage is incredibly great."

When thinking of Han Ming, Zhao Ceying's eyes were filled with deep admiration and fondness. He really wanted to join hands with this young and promising Marquis of Anyang to accomplish something big!

"Hey, stop talking nonsense, pack up quickly and get on the road!"

Zhao Zongquan interrupted Zhao Ceying's sigh and urged.

"Yes, father, the child will leave first."

Zhao Ceying bid farewell to his family one by one and set off with Gu Tingye, whose soul was bewitched by Sheng Minglan, and his high-spirited uncle Shen Congxing.

Standing on the city wall, Han Ming hugged Yu Yanran and looked at the group of people leaving Bian Jing.

"I hope everything goes smoothly. If we can rectify the local finances and complete the preparation of the garrison troops at this juncture, then the rest will be easy..."

Han Ming's gaze was reflected by the sunlight, with a rare hint of sadness.

Yu Yanran seemed to have noticed the thoughts of this gentleman who grew up with her childhood sweetheart, and she couldn't help but reach out to hold Han Ming's cheek and pull him down until he looked into her eyes.

"Sir...Shall we take Sister Hualan and Ming'er out for some delicious food?"

Yu Yanran's momentary tenderness made Han Ming's sorrow gradually dissipate.

"Well, whatever you want to eat, I will take you there..."

Han Ming hugged Yu Yanran tightly in his arms, very tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

"If one day, the master can only take the lady to eat wild vegetables and tofu, what will you do?"

Han Ming's gentle voice sounded beside Yu Yanran's crystal clear earlobe.

Yu Yanran's lips curled up unconsciously, and she also held Han Ming's slender waist tightly.

"Then I will show you how good his wife's cooking skills are!"

“Hehehaha O(n_n)O~”

Han Ming couldn't help laughing at Yu Yanran's words.

Yu Yanran laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes, and looked up at Han Ming, the man who made her happy.

"Once everything is over, we will go to Bi Hai and Mu Cang Wu to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the Song Dynasty!"

Han Ming had a feeling that the story might end sooner than he imagined.

Walking down from the top of the city wall, Han Ming and Yu Yanran greeted Sheng Hualan, who was a little angry, and Sheng Minglan, who looked a little shy.

Of course, Liang Han’s wife Molan, who was on a temporary business trip, also stood at the city gate for a long time before turning around to greet everyone and talk about recent interesting things.

"Well, don't say Zhong Huai and Liu Lang are not here, I will treat you well. Today is my treat, the girls of the Sheng family, please feel free to order whatever you want."

Han Ming hadn't felt this relaxed for a long time. It was probably because of Yu Yanran's healing that he felt much less troubled.

"Haha, my Lord, you are too polite. My mother-in-law still needs to teach me something today, so I won't bother you any more."

Molan is now becoming more and more elegant and generous, and her whole appearance has a bit of the aristocratic lady's aura.

"That's a shame. Fourth sister is busy, but could you bring some snacks and pastries back?"

Minglan took Molan's hand and asked with a smile.

"this..."

Molan looked at Han Ming with some confusion and embarrassment.

"What's wrong with that? Madam Wu is such a considerate person, how could she be so fussy about it?"

Han Ming smiled broadly, said hello, and led the girls into the carriages.

After all, Han Ming still had to have some dignity. He went to the pastry and ice cream shop and left on his own initiative, leaving Yu Yanran and the three sisters of the Sheng family to chat while eating ice cream.

On the way back to the Marquis' Mansion, Han Ming squinted his eyes and thought about his next plan.

Now that they are in big trouble with the government, the other party will definitely take advantage of this period of time to find the weaknesses of the Han Party and divide it internally.

"Yong Zeng, Jing Yu has been transferred to the Imperial City Department. Ask him to keep an eye on the situation in the Imperial Palace, especially who the Emperor and the Empress have come into contact with."

"This matter must be kept secret, so don't make it public..."

Han Ming's indifferent tone came from the carriage.

Yong Zeng, who was driving the carriage, immediately responded in a deep voice, "Yes, Lord, I will invite Brother Jingyu to Fanlou for a drink later in the evening."

"Ok!"

With Han Ming's light snort, the inside and outside of the carriage fell into silence again.