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

Chapter 290 The evil wind rises!!!

On the day when Han returned to Beijing, although there was no special scene of "loud gongs and drums, and blasting firecrackers", it was still quite a big scene.

Except for a few bigwigs from the Secretariat and the Censorate, Mr. Zhang Sheng from the Privy Council, Wang Jiefu from the Sansi Yamen and others all came out of the north gate to welcome them.

Logically speaking, Han is still an envoy to the Liao Kingdom, and the people who come to greet him could be administrative personnel from the Zhongshu Menxia or representatives from the Honglu Temple, one of the nine temples.

But he should not be the head of the military and finance. Isn't this equivalent to Han's influence and interference in the Privy Council and the Three Departments being greater than that of the Secretariat?

This disguised practice of deepening its roots in the military and finance departments has caused "interested people" to worry, and they have begun to make some remarks on different occasions that seem to be praise but are actually flattery.

It is said that Han is deeply loved by the emperor and is highly favored. His methods are so clever that they are spread throughout the three yamen and the Privy Council. He can be said to be the first person since the founding of the Song Dynasty.

There is also a saying: Han has promoted new policy reforms, benefited the people of the world, and won the hearts of the people of the Song Dynasty. He is truly a famous minister who saves the world!

Of course, there is also the following: Today's government is clean and the people are harmonious, all thanks to the hard work of Mr. Han and his new policy reformers.

Finally, the great fortune of the emperor is largely due to the protection of Mr. Han, who sits at the center of the government and ensures peace in the world.

. . . . . .

The last sentence was so blatantly murderous and heartbreaking that it made everyone who heard it tremble with brows and dared not respond.

After all, the ancient saying "A man of great achievements will frighten his master" is very popular, and even classic sayings such as "When the birds are all gone, the bows are put away; when the rabbit is dead, the dogs are cooked" have been passed down for thousands of years.

It has to be said that some classic stories are indeed attractive enough and can educate people well, but it is difficult for people to learn lessons from them.

In short, amidst the flattery, Han, who had long been famous in the city of Bianliang, became even more famous, and seemed to be able to intimidate the court and the royal family.

"Why? It seems like every time you return to the capital, there are some major problems."

In the study room of Anyang Marquis' Mansion, Han Ming looked at Prince Huan Zhao Ceying who was smiling, rolled his eyes, and wrote poetry silently with his head down.

He was just like that. Whenever he had any worries or great pressure, he always liked to recite classic poems and songs from his previous life by himself, as if this could help him relieve his inner sorrow.

"There's no need to keep this to yourself. These rumors from the outside world won't affect your standing in my father's and my hearts."

Zhao Ceying seemed a bit heartless. He didn't even make a move to make Han raise his eyebrows. He just lowered his head and continued to grind the ink.

"The Imperial City Bureau did 'invite' a few people for tea, but they were quite stubborn, all claiming they were wronged and that they had no idea."

Zhao Ceying found that Han really had no intention of paying attention to him, so he could only touch his nose in disappointment and pour himself a cup of tea.

"Your Highness, have you ever considered that perhaps no one here is colluding with each other?"

Han Ming stopped grinding the ink, picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink, then paused and spoke in a deep voice.

"Are you saying there's no one behind this?"

Zhao Ceying found what Han said interesting. He couldn't help but sit up straight and stare at the other party with shining eyes.

"It's not common to see people taking advantage of the situation. Sometimes the direction of the wind formed by 'three people make a tiger' is just that simple."

Han Ming never finished his first stroke. The ink drops accumulated on the brush finally couldn't hold on and fell heavily onto the white rice paper, creating dark ink spots.

"So the rumors going around right now are nothing more than the opposition and those who praise him taking advantage of the situation?"

Zhao Ceying somewhat understood what Han Ming meant. They were just a bunch of headless flies, following the trend and constantly stirring up trouble. It wasn't that serious.

"Then what are you worried about? If these conservatives weren't involved, then this matter might be easily resolved."

Han Ming stared at Zhao Ceying in a daze, then chuckled. This scared the dignified Prince Huan, who thought that Han was going crazy.

"I'm worried this trend will pick up steam, perhaps signaling a change in public opinion."

Zhao Ceying didn't quite understand what Han was worried about specifically, it seemed a bit too general.

"I've been so busy lately, it's not easy. Your Highness, the Regent, shouldn't you give me a chance to rest?"

Han Ming regained his composure and smiled at Zhao Ceying's answer.

"This is a small matter. Currently, there are dedicated people to handle various issues. Father and several senior officials also suggest that you take some time off."

Zhao Ceying did not refuse, but nodded in agreement as expected.

"But don't think about striking secretly. You still need to hold your ground and give some guidance on certain issues and policy directions."

The turn of Zhao Ceying's words made Han lose his breath and almost choked himself.

"That's not how you treat a beast of burden. You have to give yourself a break, right?"

Mr. Han pouted and muttered softly. Zhao Ceying heard it clearly, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at him with a smile.

"No matter what, this current wave of discussion is somewhat affecting the efficiency of the court's work. Everything will be fine once this wave of discussion passes."

Hearing this, Zhao Ceying smiled completely and nodded in agreement.

"Then you should have a good rest and be at ease. With my father, me, and others in the court, there will be no problem."

Zhao Ceying drank the tea in the bowl in one gulp, then said goodbye and left the marquis' mansion.

Watching Prince Huan leave, Yu Yanran walked in from the side room and called out softly, "Master..."

"Hmm?" Han Ming smiled and pulled Yu Yanran into his arms.

"Sir..."

"Ok!"

"Sir..."

"Ah."

"..."

Han Ming looked at the lady in his arms with a dumb smile, and couldn't help but gently stroke her back.

Although Yu Yanran's temperament has improved a lot after marriage over the years, she is still weak and fragile at heart.

He usually displays his cleverness and competence in front of servants and outside the mansion, but it is difficult for him to conceal or pretend to be strong when he is alone.

Yu Yanran has had a habit since she was a child. Whenever she has something on her mind or is anxious, she will pull on Han Ming's sleeves and clothes and keep calling his name.

In the past, he was called "Brother Jingyuan, Brother Jingyuan", and now he is called "Master, Master". This has never changed over the years.

Perhaps it was this constant mumbling that made Yu Yanran feel that Han Ming was truly by her side, rather than being as vague and ethereal as the "flower in the mirror and the moon in the water".

In fact, everyone in the Song Dynasty who had come into contact with Han Ming had a strange feeling about him, that is, he often had a vague and unreal sense of existence.

Just like the words "Poet Immortal" and "Military Immortal", they not only boast about his strength in poetry and military strategy, but also his personal temperament, as if he does not belong to this mortal world or this time and space.

Therefore, after being in contact with Mr. Han for a long time, you will always feel anxious and worried about gains and losses. This is a common problem for everyone.

No one really believed that Han Ming would cause a catastrophe, just as no one knew when he would leave.

"Don't worry, I'm always here..."

Han Ming tightened Yu Yanran's trembling hand and looked at the distant sky outside the study, with a complex emotion surging out of his mind.

"Would you please, Madam, grind some ink for me?"

Hearing Han Ming's chuckle, Yu Yanran raised her somewhat tense face, then nodded stiffly.

With a beautiful woman by his side, Han Ming wrote with great swiftness, and wrote a great poem that became famous and shocking to later generations.

"In this small world, a few flies hit the wall. They buzz, a few shrill sounds, a few sobs. Ants climb up the locust tree to boast of their great country, but how can a mantis shake the tree? As the west wind blows, leaves fall to Chang'an, and arrows fly and whistle."

"So many things are always urgent; the world is turning, and time is pressing. Ten thousand years is too long, we must seize the day. The four seas are surging with clouds and waters, and the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder. We must wipe out all harmful insects and have no enemies."