New Story of Lv Bu

Anger and pain are twins and a good medicine, which can have the effects of the dead and the flesh at the critical moment. Han Fu's life, although not a smooth wind, was a smooth journey without any surprises or dangers. Now in a sudden catastrophe, the eldest son wailed softly on the couch, and the family members cried and made trouble, and their eyes were full of horror. Han Fu finally uttered a trombone and started to shoot the crime!

If you don't scream, you blast into the sky. The revenge of honest people is often shocking, weeping, and terrible. Indignant, Han Fu was determined to die. He sent a government order to the market to buy joss sticks, paper horses and a coffin, and at the same time hired several advocacy teams. I calmed down, waved a few splashes of ink, and wrote a "Letter to Yuan Jizhou".

"The king is the son of the fourth generation and the third family, and I am the next student of the Yuan family. The noble family is as deep as the sea, and my family has been poor for generations. No retribution, Chang Si, as a running dog under the Yuan family, should do his loyalty to repay the old lady Fu’s knowledge of encounters. Ouch, is it mourning for the poor?"

"For decades, the Yuan family has given orders. I do everything respectfully and do what I want. Although it is difficult and complicated, I dare not avoid it. As a student for decades, I have never been slack. Although I have no virtue and talent, It may not have made a great contribution to the Yuan family, but when it comes to being cautious, conscientious, working hard all night, the case is hard work, there is a beginning and an end, but there are real pasts."

"Before January, the emissary of the emperor came from the Bohai Sea. The emperor Yan was trapped in the Bohai Sea. The army was short of food and the treasury was empty. There was a sign of dispersal. When I heard this, I was shocked and asked why I should help my father, the emissary. He said: "Gongsun Zan peeped in the north, and the yellow scarf raged in the south. You can't take it for granted. When you take off your robe and give way, you can eat the pot of pulp to welcome Yuan Jizhou! This way both public and private will be preserved, and wealth will be preserved forever!"

"So I opened the gate of the city, sealed the treasury, and sent the eldest son to carry the seal and hand it to the emperor. At that time, the emperor was overjoyed, and the emperor evaded, and the emperor said, "I should be rich with the emperor!" Han Fu Although I have no virtue and talent, I can still repay the old lady Fu knowing if I have done this? I deeply believe in the words of the king, deep in the heart of the king, Jizhou is rough, and the people's heart is uneasy, so I will settle for Jizhou!"

"Now, the words of the monarch are still in my ears, I take off my robe and give way, and welcome the monarch to Jizhou in just one month, but how can disaster fall from the sky? Some evil officials led their troops to the door, drew their swords to each other, and broke my eldest son's feet? In Jizhou, it’s okay to say it! If you’re killing my life, you have a great head! If you’re in the righteousness and have unspeakable concealment, a glass of bad wine is okay!"

"How can I send evil officials to the door to abuse? I am a scholar, who can kill but not be humiliated. After this humiliation, it is really difficult to live in the world! But the eldest son wailed on the couch, and his wife cried and raised the roof tiles. So, what does the husband say? Therefore, in this book with the king, he cut his robe and died, rushing to Huangquan, crying in front of the old lady! Witness my aspirations!"

"The fourth generation of the Yuan family and the three males, do things like this? Yuan Benchu ​​is known as a lover and a good name. The world's heroes return to their hearts, and the scholars are not noble and inferior. How can they do such an angry thing? If the old lady rises underground, watch the monarch. What should be the case? The birds do their best to hide their bows, and the sly rabbits do not cook. Now that the birds are not exhausted and the sly rabbit is not dead, you will kill the donkey?"

"In a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day, Han Fu, who walked under the door of the Yuan family, had nothing to do.

After finishing writing, Han Fu personally transcribed this "A Letter to Yuan Jizhou" on a six-foot white cloth, copied several envelopes, and sent them to friends in Sili and Yingchuan. At this time, Fu Ling also bought coffins, incense sticks and paper horses and returned. Han Fu summoned everyone in the mansion and said loudly: "Today the evil officials come to the house, and Yuan Shao must be instructed behind them! The purpose is to urge me to die quickly!"

"After I died, Yuan Shao was forced to bury me under the pressure of the clear stream of the world. He wanted my life, and you have nothing to do. Not only did he dare not inflict harm, but he also humiliated me and gave me a gift. I admire him. After the medicine died, you will immediately help the coffin to return to your hometown, and you must not accept a penny from the Yuan family. If it goes against my last wish, it is not my descendant!"

Today Zhu Han’s humiliation, the family and child servants in Han Fu’s mansion have long been filled with outrage. The matter is obvious. Only when Han Fu dies, the whole family will have a way of life. Now that Han Fu said so, everyone was immediately moved. "Father, going all the way! I will definitely follow your last wish and expose Yuan Shao's ungrateful face in front of the people of the world!"

Han Fu's eldest son leaned on the couch and said loudly, enduring the piercing pain. "Fu's order, transcribed this article of mine, "A Letter to Yuan Jizhou" in hundreds of copies, and distribute them in the market in a while!" Han Fu's face was as usual, and he commanded loudly. "No!" Fu Ling replied, and went away with red eyes. The house was up and down, and immediately burst into tears. "What are you crying? Don't cry again! I'm not dead yet! When you get to the market, you can cry hard! The louder the cry, the happier I am! It's worth the revenge of death!"

Half an hour later, Han Fu ordered the middle door to be opened wide. He held a ten-foot-long bamboo pole on which he wrote "Book with Yuan Jizhou". On the six-foot-long white cloth, there are all fist-sized official scripts, dignified and thick, with dripping ink stains, glowing dark red under the sunlight, it turned out to be written by Han Fu and Xuesuo!

There was already a sea of ​​people in front of the mansion. Less than half an hour after Zhu Han had left, the earth-shaking cries from the mansion had already attracted more than ten thousand people. Seeing Han Fu doing this, he whispered. "What kind of famous is Han Jizhou?" "This Xiongtai, are you just here? Half an hour ago, Han Jizhou's eldest son had his legs broken alive! Right in front of Han Jizhou!" "Who is so brave? Could it be??????"

Before he finished speaking, the voice stopped abruptly, and the people around would know the direction of Jizhou Mufu. "Shhh! Just know!" "That's right, no one is behind your back, who dares to do this?" the people around said angrily.

Han Fu calmed down, raised his leg and drove in the car, sitting on the lid of the coffin, the long streamer in his hand fluttering in the wind. "The Book with Yuan Jizhou? You are the son of the fourth generation and the third generation family??????" The self-literate person read one sentence, read a paragraph, talked a paragraph, and everyone understood in an instant. It turns out that Han Jizhou suffered too much humiliation this time, but he couldn't be more angry, so he could only get revenge!

Although Han Fu has no virtue and talent, and he is timid, it is because of the timid, he is cautious and careful, strives for fairness, and does not cause trouble, so the official voice in Jizhou is very good. It's really embarrassing that the family has suffered such misfortune now that he took off his robe and gave way to his place in just one month. The people thought of him being cautious as an official and paying attention to rest with the people, and their eyes were red.

"Han Jizhou! You don't want to find a short sight! You can go to the court, and the court will arbitrarily!" Several old men walked out of the crowd, crying, crying, with tears in their eyes. "Han Jizhou! We embraced you, it's a **** thing!" In the crowd, hundreds of people raised their arms and shouted. These people are young and strong. "Han Jizhou, although we are scholars and we have no power to bind chickens, one thing we can do is to let your "Book with Yuan Jizhou" spread all over the world!"

Scholars know that the general situation is over. Under Yuan Shao's lewd power, Han Fu will undoubtedly die. However, after hearing and witnessing the tragic situation of the Han Mansion, the eldest son who groaned softly on the door panel, and the joss sticks and paper horses around here, there was a lot of suspense, and he had already empathized with him, and was filled with righteous indignation. "Brothers! The scholars can be killed but not insulted! This is the integrity of the scholar! I am waiting to realize his last wish, so that his handwritten "Book with Yuan Jizhou" will be spread all over the world, immortal for thousands of years!"

Hearing the attitudes of the scholars and scholars, Han Fu felt sour, and the two lines of tears suddenly fell, like beads with a broken thread, wet the skirt of his clothes in an instant. He stood up from the coffin, bowed his hands around and said in a choked voice: "Fathers and fellow villagers! Fellow scholars and scholars! I thank you Han Fu for your heart of boxing and boxing!"

"As a disciple of the Yuan family, I was deeply grateful for the old lady's knowledge and encounters, and I didn't want to repay it. I took off my robe and gave way to Jizhou. This is so that the millions of people in Jizhou can live a good life. Day! I have never thought about myself! Even today, when I have decided to die for medicine, there is still no half of the old Madam Yuan involved! My death is only for Yuan Shao alone!"

"In today's world, the world is in chaos, and the princes are divided, where is there any reason to speak? Since Yuan Jizhou wants me to die, I have to die! You must not dissuade me any more! After I die, I trouble you to defend my family. Help the coffin back home! Please everyone!" As soon as he finished speaking, Han Fu shouted loudly: "Fu Ling! All these incense candle paper horses are incinerated in front of the mansion gate! The lunch is a sacrifice to me!" "No!" Han The family members of the government suddenly agreed.

A fire ignited, and the mountain of joss sticks and paper horses crackled, and several advocacy teams played deep sorrows with their accents. A trombone sounded sadly, and Han Fu's eldest son passed out. In the dust of the sky, Han Fu pushed the long bamboo pole in his hand into the carriage, took out the poisoned wine in his arms and drank it! After a while, he fell into the coffin.

"Sorrow!" Fu Ling shouted loudly. In an instant, the cry of exhaustion resounded throughout the city.

Yuan Shao ate a few more glasses of wine last night and was drunk. When he was awakened from his sleep by the crowd, Han Fu had already died of medicine. "What? Han Fu actually committed suicide? Why?" "Master, this matter was caused by the official Zhu Han??????" The soldiers on the left and right clarified the ins and outs. "Lord, everyone knows this! Especially the "Book with Yuan Jizhou" handwritten by Han Fu, which has been widely spread, and it has greatly damaged the reputation of the lord!"