"Medicine God! Medicine God!"
"Young Master Luo!"
"Young Master Luo!"
Amidst the exclamations, various titles were called out.
Gu Qianying, standing amidst the crowd, glanced at the "fake men" around her who were cheering and revealing their weaknesses.
She covered her ears and shook her head helplessly.
She wondered what was so astonishing about Luo Muchen, known as the Medicine God, that it drove the marriage-hungry young ladies of the capital into such a frenzy.
A gentle breeze carried a faint scent of sandalwood. A few people ahead, a man was slowly approaching, his snow-white robe fluttering in the wind.
As the man walked, a young page followed behind him. In the crowd, people voluntarily parted about half a zhang, forming two lines.
Walking on an unobstructed path, the man's gaze was fixed straight ahead, not looking at the people on either side.
"Young Master Luo!"
Wherever he went, the cheers and exclamations never ceased.
Turning her head, the man's handsome face entered Gu Qianying's sight, but she remained unmoved.
She had seen too many handsome men. The person before her was indeed stunningly beautiful, but it was merely a good-looking exterior.
Someone beside her, too excited, suddenly bumped into her. She leaned forward, stumbled, and tilted out of the crowd conspicuously.
As she raised her palm to use her qinggong, a slender arm suddenly shot out and embraced her waist from behind.
Gu Qianying turned her head to meet a pair of eyes as bright as stars, and she was stunned.
Luo Muchen!
Time seemed to stop at this moment, the noisy exclamations blocked as if by ten thousand mountains.
"Are you alright?"
A gentle voice drifted past her ear, bringing her back to her senses.
"I'm fine!"
She stood up nimbly, straightened, and with her back to Luo Muchen, prepared to leave.
A jade pendant fell from her sleeve, landing at Luo Muchen's feet.
"Brother, wait a moment, your jade pendant fell."
Luo Muchen bent down and picked up the jade pendant at his feet. The front of the jade pendant was engraved with the character "Mo."
With his meticulous attention, he noticed the character on the jade pendant.
A vague image suddenly flashed in his mind.
The words "Reincarnation Tribulation" appeared in his hallucination again.
A headache struck.
He frowned, his face paling. Just as he was about to collapse, a slender, fair finger landed on his palm.
"Thank you."
As their fingers touched, it was like cool water poured over him in the heat of summer, greatly alleviating his headache.
He instinctively grasped the jade hand that had picked up the pendant and was about to leave.
Gu Qianying was slightly startled, then frowned.
She detested being touched by others.
Even if it was accidental, it was unacceptable.
It was as if, in her mind, only the person with the blurred figure was worthy of touching her.
She didn't know why this strange thought had sprouted in her mind.
But at this moment, she had to admit that for a fleeting moment, the person with the blurred figure in her mind resembled the person before her.
However, this thought lasted only an instant before she quickly dismissed it.
She had never met the Medicine God Luo Muchen, so how could he be the person in her mind?
Nonsense!
"Brother... I'm... I'm sorry."
Realizing his impropriety, Luo Muchen quickly released Gu Qianying's hand.
Putting the jade pendant back into her sleeve, Gu Qianying merely said faintly, "It's nothing," her indifferent gaze withdrawing from Luo Muchen's face.
At this moment, the surrounding crowd was dumbfounded. The screaming women all wore expressions of jealousy and envy.
Fortunately, Gu Qianying was wearing men's clothing, and her disguise made her male appearance even more convincing.
This prevented her from incurring the resentment of the young ladies in disguise who had come solely for Luo Muchen.
However, a few individuals present still cursed Gu Qianying under their breath.
"Pah, a seductive, lowly male prostitute, and she dares to lay a hand on our Medicine God Young Master Luo!"
"Exactly!"
The curses were not loud and did not cause much of a stir in the crowd.
But these words, falling into the ears of Xiao Yihao and Duan Xifeng, who were hidden in the crowd, made the two of them instantly furious.
"I'll show you your foul mouth!"
Xiao Yihao picked up a stone from the ground and hurled it fiercely at the person's head.
Duan Xifeng, indulging him, grabbed Xiao Yihao by the collar and lifted him as Xiao Yihao raised his small arm.
The person hit, clutching his bleeding left eye, fell to the ground screaming, causing the maids accompanying her to rush to support their young lady and cry.
The hat on her head was knocked off and rolled onto the ground. Her long hair scattered, and her robe became disheveled. Her female appearance was revealed to the crowd, and she was pointed at by those around her.
The woman cried out.
Such a commotion attracted the attention of everyone present.
The crowd turned to look in that direction.
Duan Xifeng's hand, still holding Xiao Yihao's collar, had not yet let go. The woman sitting on the ground, supported by a maid and crying, clutched her bleeding forehead. After a few sobs, she fainted on the spot.
This made the maid, who was crying alongside her, extremely anxious.
The little maid wiped away her tears, turned away from her young lady, and ran towards Duan Xifeng and Xiao Yihao, blocking their path.
"You injured our young lady! You can't leave! You must take responsibility for our young lady!"
As soon as she said this, the little maid grabbed Duan Xifeng's sleeve and cried out to the crowd: "In broad daylight, under the clear sky, this young master, with his child, injured our young lady. I implore all kindhearted people present to help us seek justice for our young lady."
The little maid introduced herself: "We are from the Du family. Our young lady is the Second Miss of the Du family. She usually enjoys studying medicine. Today, for convenience, she disguised herself as a man and came with me, her maid, to participate in the medical skills competition at the Poisonous Doctor Saint Hall. However, who would have thought that our young lady would be unjustly attacked?"
Tears streamed from the little maid's eyes. She clutched Duan Xifeng's sleeve and refused to let go: "Young master, our Du family has no enmity with you, why are you so malicious?"
At the little maid's question.
The surrounding crowd began to accuse Duan Xifeng and Xiao Yihao.
At this moment, Duan Xifeng's face darkened. He held Xiao Yihao in one arm, letting him rest on his shoulder, and forbade him from looking up.
He would handle this matter.
But Xiao Yihao was not one to be obedient.
Xiao Yihao nimbly jumped down from Duan Xifeng's embrace and stood before the crowd, hands on his hips. "I threw the stone. It has nothing to do with my uncle."
Then, Xiao Yihao pointed at the unconscious Miss Du: "She insulted my... father. I was angry, so I was a bit heavy-handed."
Xiao Yihao didn't think he was wrong. In his eyes, his mother was the most important person. Anyone who insulted or tried to harm his mother, he would seek revenge.
"This child is too cruel. She insulted your father, and you should have just insulted her back. Why did you hit someone with a stone?"
"Exactly. Such a cruel child, it's likely their parents are not good people either!"
Amidst the crowd's murmurs, Xiao Yihao's little face turned red with anger.
Duan Xifeng's gaze grew colder. He shook off the little maid's hand, stepped forward, and held Xiao Yihao in his arms.
To prevent Xiao Yihao from being harmed by others.
Suddenly, a group of men in coarse cloth robes rushed into the crowd, led by a man in fine brocade robes.
The man had an ordinary appearance and was tall and thin. As he approached, he noticed the woman lying on the ground.
However, he did not step forward to check the wound on the woman's forehead. Instead, he directly ordered his men to surround Duan Xifeng, who was holding Xiao Yihao.
"How dare you bully my Du family! It seems you're tired of living!"
With that, he commanded his subordinates: "Guards, beat this man to death!"
The crowd gasped and pushed backward, clearing a space for the servants who stepped forward.
"Wait!"
A voice emerged from the crowd.