The long historical novel "Han Qi, the Famous Xiang of the Northern Song Dynasty", 5

Time flies, and at the end of the third year (1010) of the third year of Dazhongxiangfu, Han Hua served in Quanzhou for three years

The period has expired. Emperor Zhenzong also saw that he was old, and asked him to return to Beijing to report for duty, hoping to keep him in the court.

In the spring of the following year, Han Hua took Hu Shi, Han Xuan and Han Qi's two children to the north by boat. A

When people walked to Jianzhou (around wuyi mountain in northern Fujian), Han Hua fell ill in the inn and his trip was delayed

Down.

At this time, Mrs. Luo Shi sent someone from the capital to bring a family letter, saying that the eldest son Han Qiu died of a sudden illness.

This year, Han Qiu was only thirty-four years old. Maybe it is the loss of children in old age, and the blow to the sick Korean Hua is too big,

His condition worsened day by day. Hu Shi sat sadly in front of the sickbed, tears rippled, his hands and siblings were at a loss, and he looked at them

The husband's tall and strong body turned into a rack of bones.

Watching the Second Lady frown, Han Hanhua struggled to raise a pair of withered hands and grabbed Hu's

With his hands and a trembling voice, he said, "Bitter Lady, I look very difficult." ”

"Old man's words are serious, you want to have three long and two short, how can I live with Xuan Er and Qi Er?!"

"If I want to have a good villain, you will take your two children to the capital to join Mrs. Luo Shi." Roche followed

I have been cold and hot for more than thirty years, and I am hot with your sisters, and I will have a hard time in the future, you

We are dependent on each other, how difficult it is, but also to pull the child into adulthood! ”

Han Hanhua gasped and closed his eyes, but he saw tears running down his face. Hu shi could not forbid it any longer

Choke up and cry loudly. The cry came out of the window, and the dark cloudy sky seemed to be torn apart by the cry

At the mouth, a heavy rain poured down like the water that broke the embankment.

The cries also spread throughout the mountains, and the news that the prefect Han Hanhua had died in Jianzhou spread among the official people of Quanzhou.

The servants in the mansion and the gentry in the city, the merchants and boatmen in the harbor, the merchants and the people in the lanes,

Groups of three or five spontaneously came from Quanzhou to pay tribute to this person who had known him for only three years and carved into them for another lifetime

The prefect in his heart. When they helped take care of Han Hua's affairs, they looked at the orphans and widows and the three of them

If he wanted to help the coffin go north, he couldn't help but fall to his knees and bid farewell to this good official who was honest and loved the people.

Hu Shi pulled ten-year-old Han Xuan in one hand and Han Qi, who was three years old, and knelt down in the middle of the road.

Bow before the send-off crowd.

An ox cart pulled Han Hua's coffin and slowly headed north.