Glued up by my father's nemesis

When Qi Jingsi realized that something was wrong, it was already too late.

Yan Fei let go of his hand, and stepped forward to stop the crowd who were about to disperse.

He grabbed him, trying to pull Yan Fei back behind him, but Yan Fei's stubbornness had already come up, and no one could persuade him.

Although he was not from the scholar-official class, Yan Fei was considered a well-fed young master since he was a child. No matter how many books he had read, the books would not teach him.

When they first arrived, Zhang Fa was almost scared enough to pee his pants/crotch. Now that these unfamiliar faces just come out like this, I don't know what will happen.

"Yan Fei!" Qi Jingsi anxiously called out in a low voice.

"I understand." Yan Fei looked back at Qi Jingsi, "But what else can I do?"

Qi Jingsi was speechless for a moment.

The truth just now is correct, but what else can I do?

After all, it is a few living human lives, can it not be saved?

Someone always has to come up with this head.

The crowd turned their heads when they heard the voice, and when they saw a few unfamiliar faces, they immediately became alert.

Yan Fei first walked up to the poor woman who was lying on the ground crying loudly, trying to help her up, but she found that it was not easy with her hands; He is stronger than Yan Fei himself...

He took a deep breath and was about to exert all his strength, but suddenly he saw the familiar black cloak draped around behind him, covering Mrs. Ge's torn skirt; Pulled up.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that Mrs. Ge had wrapped her cloak and was lifted from the ground by Qi Jingsi.

He looked at Qi Jingsi's expressionless face and smiled, his nose sore.

This is the person he likes, who is always taciturn and unsmiling, but always appears by his side when needed, and knows what he wants to do.

"A fresh face..."

"Not from our place..."

Some people in the crowd had already begun to whisper, and suddenly behind the patriarch, a hoarse voice shouted——

"Break face! It's the God of Plague!"

Qi Jingsi looked over after hearing the reputation, his face turned livid in an instant, it was Zhang Fa who was probably still holding grudges about what happened last night.

This sound was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and the crowd suddenly became angry, pushing and rushing up.

There was hatred in their eyes, but also fear.

"No, I'm not a 'Plague God'!" Yan Fei tried hard to explain, "I'm an imperial envoy sent by the imperial court—"

As he said, he fumbled in his sleeve pocket, "I have documents and seals assigned by the imperial court..."

The voice of explanation was torn intermittently and gradually shattered amidst the crowd's cursing; Yan Fei's back in the crowd was like Lin Yu who was in the market back then.

Qi Jingsi's teeth itch with hatred, not because of the ignorance of the villagers in front of him, but because of Qi Tongfu.

The lies he wove really didn't contain a single word of nonsense, even Yan Fei's current situation was woven into it, even if Yan Fei wanted to do something to save himself, it was difficult for him.

At first, the crowd was more afraid of the so-called "Plague God" than hatred, but none of them lost their relatives and friends in this plague. The previous fear gradually dissipated after they gradually saw that there seemed to be a thin boy in front of them. In its place was deep resentment.

Because there was still a woman who was so crying that she couldn't stand upright, it was too late when Qi Jingsi realized something was wrong and helped her to the side to sit down.

He watched Yan Fei being pushed to the ground in front of him.

It's not a very good life from childhood to adulthood, but the more he is like this, the more he can't see the people around him being wronged in the slightest.

The scene of being overthrown to the ground by someone who feels pain enough to hold in his palm instantly ignited the violence in his character that was about to be calmed down by Yan Fei.

The woman's cries, the cursing beside him, and even Yan Fei's call were all far away from him at this moment, and his reason was instantly submerged in the ocean.

His eyes were scarlet, he stepped forward and knocked down a few people, "sweeping" an open space in front of Yan Fei.

Yan Fei hurriedly got up to grab Qi Jingsi, but his injured body couldn't keep up with the speed at which Qi Jingsi was on the verge of losing control.

The crowd panicked for a moment.

"It really is the messenger of the God of Plague! It really is!"

Soon, hatred overcame fear, and the crowd surrounded them again.

The scene was chaotic, Yan Fei seemed to have forgotten the pain in his body, he tried hard to pull the person in front of him away, but his weak strength had little effect.

He watched Qi Jingsi slowly being surrounded by people, but his eyes couldn't get better than the tall and thick man in front of him, Qi Jingsi was about to disappear from his sight.

"This is a disease! It's not a 'plague god'!"

"This is the plague—"

"I can cure it!"

"It can be cured..."

Suddenly there was a loud shout from outside the crowd, although still trembling, it was almost hoarse.

All movements stopped temporarily, and all eyes looked in the direction of the sound.

Yan Yi stood outside the crowd, shrinking his neck timidly, trembling all over.

Yan Fei didn't care about anything, he rushed into the crowd, grabbed Qi Jingsi and looked up and down, "Did you suffer? Did you get hurt?"

He groped around Qi Jingsi's body with both hands, but was grabbed by Qi Jingsi.

Qi Jingsi saw that Yan Fei's right elbow was bleeding when he just landed, "Does it hurt?"

He lifted Yan Fei's sleeve in distress, "Didn't I say that your right hand is for writing and cannot be injured."

Yan Fei shook his head desperately, only then did he suppress the calm tears that burst out of his eyes in an instant.

"You said you could cure it?" The old man who was respected as the patriarch slowly walked up to Yan Yi, "How old are you? Do you know how many doctors died in this village?"

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Yan Yi tremblingly lowered his head, shrunk his shoulders and dared not answer, everyone looked in his direction, but the voice that didn't want to answer came from behind.

"Give us a few days." Yan Fei was helped out of the crowd by Qi Jingsi, "You can't interfere with our actions for a few days, if Sister Ge's husband's condition improves in a few days, you can choose whether to trust us or burn kill us."

Sometimes superstition is not entirely due to ignorance; after all, if there is a way out, who would be willing to pin all their hopes on illusory gods and Buddhas.

*****

The crowd at the entrance of the broken courtyard finally dispersed, Mrs. Ge led Qi Jingsi and the others into the door, and knelt down with a "plop" as soon as they entered.

The woman would just kowtow, "Thank you living Bodhisattvas for saving lives!"

Yan Fei couldn't stand it anymore and bowed to help, when he touched the wound on his elbow, he felt pain, and Qi Jingsi helped him up.

"Sister-in-law Ge, we saved you as well as ourselves, so it would be too polite to thank you." Yan Fei said politely, "It's just that the situation in your family..."

Mrs. Ge greeted everyone to enter the house while introducing them roughly.

When she was young, she was abandoned by her parents because of her disabled legs and feet, and was brought up by the elders of the Ge family. The Ge family was not rich at all, so she naturally married the only son of the Ge family when she was old.

"But my man is very honest and treats me well." Mrs. Ge emphasized: "He doesn't dislike my disability at all, and treats me very well."

Although he knew that Mrs. Ge's emphasis was to show that she did not marry because of gratitude, but Yan Fei was even more frightened when she heard it.

Since Mrs. Ge and her husband are deeply in love, then this person...

"Young man, don't be afraid, my man is really still alive!" Seeing Yan Fei's ugly face, Mrs. Ge immediately explained: "It's all that goddamn Zhang Fa, who entered the room tremblingly, and walked into the house from a distance. He stretched out his hand and ran away, and told the patriarch that my man died..."

"Actually, it's my fault that I didn't have a red envelope to treat him..." She said, wiping away her tears, "When my man is awake every day, I can still feed him half a bowl of glutinous rice..."

During the conversation, the two children of the Ge family ran out to find their mother, each with a yellow face and a little bit of big muscle, Yan Fei turned his head away and couldn't bear to look more.

Qi Jingsi secretly tightened Yan Fei's arm tightly.

"Sister Ge, this is a disease after all, it's better to teach the children to stay away." He turned to Sister Ge and said, "Let's go see the patient first."

Several people talked and walked to the door of the room where the men of the Ge family were resting. Mrs. Ge hurriedly asked the eldest son to take the younger son to leave.

Qi Jingsi just reached out to lift the curtain to go in, but was suddenly grabbed by Yan Yi behind him.

Yan Yi carefully poked his head out behind Qi Jingsi to take a look into the room, and then whispered: "Maybe...the ones who should stay away...are us."

The author has something to say: the mournful November has finally passed!Mercury retrograde retreats!Get well soon!Everyone should be happy~

This chapter is slightly cavalier.. I will try my best in the second thicker long horn orz...