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

Chapter 159 Heart Disease

When Han Zhang returned home in the evening, as soon as he entered the door, he saw his first wife Cui, as well as his daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law, all looking at him with eyes full of anticipation.

"master!"

"Dad!"

"grandfather!"

When Old Lady Han and the other two saw Han Zhang, who was a little tipsy, they hurried out to greet him.

"Okay, okay, let's go inside and talk."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, feeling very happy. Today in the hall, he, Han Zhang, could be said to be proud of himself.

After entering the hall, several people sat down and waited for the old man to speak.

"I'm sure you're all waiting impatiently at home, so I won't beat around the bush. This morning, news came from the northwest that Brother Ming won a victory, completely annihilating the enemy forces in Kou Territory and turning the tide of the war in one fell swoop."

Han Zhang kept stroking his beard and chuckling, and his family members could see the pride in his expression.

As for this good news, it also relieved the worries of several people.

Especially Yu Yanran, since she gave birth, she seemed to be suffering from lovesickness.

Especially when he heard the news of Han Ming's defeat, he was worried all day long, ate much less, and because he was not in good health, he became a little thin.

Now that she had received news from her husband, the frown that had been on her face for many days relaxed a lot.

"When will the official be able to return home?"

Yu Yanran asked impatiently.

As they watched Yu Yanran becoming increasingly thinner, they couldn't help but feel nervous.

Mrs. Lu even reached out and shook Yu Yanran's fair and slender hand, saying with some pity, "It will surely be soon. When the war in the northwest is over, even the emperor will be reluctant to let Mingge'er stay in that bitter cold place."

Although it was a comfort, Mrs. Lu didn't know what the emperor was thinking, so she turned her gaze to her father-in-law.

Han Zhang nodded slightly, stroking his beard and chuckling, "Yes, the emperor has already made plans. Once the matter in the northwest is completed tomorrow, he will return to the capital to reunite with us."

Han Zhang's words finally caused several people to exclaim in surprise.

"Really?"

Old Mrs. Han immediately stood up and walked over, grabbed Han Zhang's sleeve and asked.

"Well, why would I lie to you? Just don't spread this around. There's no clear order yet!"

Han Zhang looked at his wife helplessly, and then reminded everyone.

Old Mrs. Han and the others nodded in agreement quickly. They felt relieved and stopped disturbing Han Zhang's rest. They all went back to their rooms.

The old man seemed to feel that he had not had enough wine today, so he ordered his personal attendant to fetch Han Ming's private collection of fine wine, and then he drank the wine in the study while appreciating the moon.

Late at night, Mrs. Han came to the study with a few dishes. Looking at Mr. Han Zhang who was grinning non-stop, she chuckled and said, "Are you happy today?"

Hearing the sound, the old man was not annoyed. He waved his hand to greet the old lady, and the two of them sat on the recliner in the study, admiring the bright moon together.

"I've been worried for years..."

Han Zhang touched his chest with his dry old hands with some bitterness.

"Yeah, I know. I know everything."

The old lady reached out and held the hand of the trembling old man opposite her and smiled.

"Ming'er is a good boy. He has been thinking about this matter all these years and has never forgotten it for a moment."

"Outsiders only thought he was trying to wash away the imperial court's shame in Haoshuichuan, but they never knew that he was also washing away the pain that had been bothering me, Han Zhang, for years!"

"Generals like Ren Fu, Liu Jin, Ren Huailiang, Sang Yi, Liu Su, Wu Ying, Wang Gui, Zhao Jin, and Geng Fu... and the more than 10,300 soldiers who died in battle..."

"They all died because of me, Han Zhang..."

Han Zhang's eyes were slightly red, he held the wine bowl tightly in his hand, and his tone became a little hurried.

"It's the Xixia people who are insidious and cunning. Old man, you... you shouldn't blame yourself so much..."

Old Mrs. Han was a little worried about Han Zhang's health and hurried to comfort him.

"I was a young man who achieved success. At the tender age of twenty, I passed the imperial examination and ranked second. In my middle age, I became the head of a government. I am stubborn and do not listen to advice."

"If I had listened to Xiwen that day and not been so tough and forced the troops to go out, these people would not have died in Haoshuichuan..."

Old Master Han felt a lot of emotion and regret.

"Do you know what Liu Jin, a lieutenant under Ren Fu, said when he risked his life to break out and report the news?"

"He said Ren Fu was already seriously injured at the time, and he urged him to break out. Ren Fu flew into a rage, repeatedly shouting, 'I am a great general, and I have been defeated. I must die for my country!' He then strangled himself to death to demonstrate his resolve..."

Han Zhang's eyes were red as he repeated every detail of the Battle of Haoshuichuan word for word. He had never forgotten it for a moment over the years.

"After Liu Jin finished speaking, he faced north and drew his sword, then, right before my eyes, he committed suicide, following his old brothers..."

He had never told these things to anyone over the years, not even to the old woman who had been by his side for half his life.

Because the old man was very scared, afraid that his pain would hurt the people around him.

"And Huailiang, remember? Ren Fu's son. He was only in his early twenties at the time, the same age as Ming'er, but shorter and thinner than Ming'er."

Hearing Han Zhang change the subject and talk about another person, the old lady's eyes fell into memories.

"When I was in charge of Jingyuan Road, Huailiang came to our house for the first time. He was very introverted and shy, much more polite than his father."

"He played best with our Xiaoqi, and later you caught him secretly meeting with Xiaoqi, haha..."

Han Zhang's eyes were filled with tears and he could not see the bright moon in the distant sky.

"He was only in his early twenties, and he fought to the very last moment to protect his seriously injured father."

"Thousands of arrows piercing his heart! Thousands of arrows piercing his heart! His father watched his son die before his eyes!"

Han Zhang's voice turned into a low roar, and suddenly stopped like a wounded beast.

Hearing this, Old Mrs. Han discovered that her old man had stopped talking and was staring blankly out the window, with a strange look on his face.

"Old man, old man! Don't scare me!"

Old Mrs. Han tightly grasped Han Zhang's hand, who had lost all movement, and shouted anxiously.

“Hehehahahahahahahaha——!”

"I, Han Zhang, am a sinner! I'm the one who harmed them!"

Han Zhang lay on his back in the chair, crying and drinking without caring about his image at all.

"It's okay, it's all over now."

Old Mrs. Han exhaled and continued to encourage Han Zhang.

"Yes, yes, it's all over, it's all over, cough cough cough..."

After hearing his wife's words, Han Zhangyou smiled happily and talked about his grandson's heroic deeds on the battlefield.

"We finally defeated these aliens. We finally avenged the blow we took."

"We...we...we have finally washed away the humiliation of the past."

Han Zhang spoke word by word with sobs and shaking beard.

"Brother Ziqiao (Xia Song), Brother Xiwen (Fan Zhongyan), and Hanchen (Di Qing), the spirits of us old brothers in heaven should rest in peace and comfort."

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Han Zhang cried and laughed at the same time, and the wine spilled all over his clothes, but he didn't care at all and just kept drinking.

Mrs. Han and Mrs. Cui, who were standing by, stopped talking and shed tears silently while gently wiping the tears from her husband who had been suffering from heart trouble for more than ten years.

Under the bright moonlight, the two old men began to talk about all sorts of things from their youth.

When talking about funny things, I couldn't help but laugh until tears came out, unlike before.

This is nostalgia, a strong feeling of nostalgia.