Ding Ziyun's appearance frightened the people watching the fun around.
She was originally young and beautiful, but she had wrinkled skin on her face, which was piled up layer upon layer, with a black and blue color. At first glance, she looked like black paste stuck to her face. pole.
The crowd began to discuss in twos and threes, shocked by her appearance, and some even began to spit out bad words, saying that Ding Ziyun was caused by God's punishment.
In a panic, she snatched the kerchief from old man Ding's hand, covered her face indiscriminately, turned her head and fled.
Since then, Ding Ziyun has disappeared.
However, the disease was not taken away. Within two days, some people found that their skin was loose, and then it began to become dark and wrinkled, and even became sensitive to light.
After Xie Zhaoxue received the report, she immediately took someone over there, and after a cursory inspection, she found that several households in the northern district had this symptom.
He immediately realized that this was very likely to be a contagious disease. If it was not controlled, it would definitely spread to the city and cause great turmoil.
So he sent more yamen servants, surrounded the northern area with wooden fences, strictly prohibited people from entering and leaving, and arranged for a doctor to go in to check his condition.
Xie Zhaoxue's judgment was precise and decisive, and she acted quickly. If not, the rumors would have spread throughout the capital.
After Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei finished eating, they headed to the North District. They walked through the bustling city for another quarter of an hour, and arrived at the place when the scenery became deserted.
It's just that the two came too coincidentally, as soon as they got off the carriage, they heard noisy voices not far away, and a group of government servants with knives ran past them in a hurry.
Wen Chan glanced over there, and vaguely saw someone arguing, so he took Liang Yanbei's hand, and the movement was natural and smooth, "Someone is making trouble over there, let's go over there and have a look."
Liang Yanbei looked down at his hands, and raised a silent smile, "Okay."
The northern part of the capital is the most desolate residential area. It was originally outside the city gate, but because it was close to the capital, it was also included in a part of the city.
Although there are not as many people here as in the city, there are still a dozen or so households here and there who go to the city to do business on weekdays. This time the land fell ill, and Xie Zhaoxue sealed the place to prevent them from entering the city. In and out, the business of every household was completely cut off. For a day or two, the people dared not say anything because of the authority, but as the days went on, the voices of mourning and complaints became louder.
What's more, there are still some people who don't have that kind of disease, and they are always locked up with people who have the disease, and they will definitely be infected. Many people have asked the yamen servants to let them out many times, but they have been ignored. This, coupled with the attitude of the yamen servants, also made the common people angry.
This is how Wen Chan and the others saw the scene when they came here.
The common people squeezed out from the wooden fence, whether they were sick or not, they all wanted to escape from this circle.
The yamen servants tried their best to stop them, and some even took out knives to threaten the people to retreat, but the effect was minimal. Among them, some strong men dared to resist with hoes.
When Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei arrived, the two parties were pushing and shoving fiercely. Some people could clearly see the black and wrinkled skin on their exposed skin, but they still kept pushing out with the crowd.
Although there were only a dozen or so households, there was a large group of people gathered together. Not everyone was equipped with a knife, and they didn't dare to take action against these innocent people. At this time, they were at a disadvantage.
"We are all normal people, why do you lock us up!" Someone shouted inside, "Bring Mr. Xie here! We need to talk to him!"
"Presumptuous, Mr. Xie, you can see him as soon as you say you want to? If you are so careful, we will do it!"
"What are you? I think you dare to fight with your small body? I can squeeze you to death with two fingers!"
"I can stab your stomach with a knife!"
When they were arguing and arguing, the two parties began to swear, and the more swearing, the more unpleasant it became, and the noise became louder.
Wen Chan frowned, "What's the matter with these common people? How is it different from the mob?"
Knowing that I have an infectious disease on my body and want to go out, is it clear that I want to take the disease out
Once a person becomes selfish, there is no bottom line.
Some people have this disease themselves and feel fear and despair in their hearts, but they don't want to see others well, and want to pass it on to others to accompany them to fear.
Liang Yanbei narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "At this time, what are the consequences of doing these things, what crimes will be charged, it is not important to them, maybe it is because of the mentality of holding the law and not punishing the public, which makes them It’s so fearless.”
"That can't be left to them." Wen Chan snorted coldly, raised his eyes, and pointed at the strong man who rushed to the front in the crowd, "You go and beat him up."
This man was the one who had the loudest voice when he was swearing just now, and he was also the one who rushed to the front. He was equivalent to the spiritual leader of these mobs. If he was beaten honestly, it would be much easier to suppress these people.
Liang Yanbei followed the trend, and saw that the dark-skinned man kept gaining the upper hand in the push with one push and three, he nodded knowingly, looked around, picked up a wooden stick in his hand, Weighed it.
Wen Chan was a little worried, "Don't hurt someone because you don't know the severity of the attack."
"Don't worry, I have experience in beating people." Liang Yanbei was full of confidence, and he responded and rushed to the chaotic place.
I saw Liang Yanbei's figure was extremely fast, and after swaying in sight, he flew up, stepped on the shoulder of a yamen servant, and slashed at the man with the wooden stick in his hand.
Wen Chan heard a crisp sound, and the wooden stick broke in response. The strong man was also stunned by the sudden blow, he covered his head and backed away repeatedly, and immediately squeezed away a large group of people.
However, Liang Yanbei didn't give him a chance to breathe, and hit him again with the remaining half of the wooden stick. The speed was so fast that he couldn't dodge at all, and the man was hit head-on again.
The entire wooden stick was broken into three pieces, and everyone backed away in fright. No one expected that there would be such a person who came up and beat people with his hands, without any prelude.
Seeing this good opportunity, the yamen servants hurriedly followed the common people back again and again, completely suppressing their high morale just now.
The person who had been hit twice just now came to his senses, and stared angrily at Liang Yanbei and asked Liang Yanbei, "Where did you come from?! How dare you do anything to me!"
People in the North District who often go to the capital to sell things know Liang Yanbei. At this time, someone pulled the man's sleeve to persuade him, "Shut up! This lord has a great status!"
The man got angry and shook his hand away, "Can a high-ranking adult beat us civilians at will? What is wrong with us? Can princes and generals do whatever they want?"
After hearing this, Liang Yanbei threw away the wooden stick in his hand, and said with a smile, "Whether you can do whatever you want, you will know later."
As he said that, he was about to untie his cloak, and put on a stance that he wanted to beat someone hard. Seeing him like this, many people retreated one after another, for fear of hurting themselves. .
Fortunately, Wen Chan had already arrived, and pressed Liang Yanbei's arm, "Why bother with this kind of person, maybe this person also has that kind of disease, don't get your hands dirty."
Although what he said was on Liang Yanbei's side, Wen Chan's eyes were not so friendly, he glared at him angrily, then turned around with an indifferent expression on his face, "Why do you Is there something going on here?"
Among the several princes, His Royal Highness Jiu appeared most frequently in everyone's sight. When he went to this stop, someone would recognize him and completely silenced him.
However, the man acted as if he had never seen Wen Chan before. He glanced at him from top to bottom and saw that he was dressed luxuriously. He only thought that he was also the young master of a wealthy family, and sneered, "Young master, you have no ability to care about this." It's a thing! It's better to stay away, so as not to bump into arms and legs."
When speaking, he deliberately showed the muscles on his arms and stretched his sleeves to show his strength.
Seeing him like this, Wen Chan thought to himself that this man does have a bit of brute force, but his brain is too stupid to be worth talking about.
He said to the yamen servant beside him, "You detain this man."
The yamen servants rushed to the front, four or five people, and went around the man. The two people in front were overturned by the man's hands. He raised his head and shouted, "Come on! I've never been afraid of anyone!"
Seeing his arrogance, Liang Yanbei wanted to roll up his sleeves again, "It seems that I have to teach this idiot myself a lesson."
Wen Chan stopped him, "Why are you joining in the fun, don't turn around and give people a discount on their bones."
"I know how serious it is." He said.
"Then that's why you split so loudly with those two sticks?" Wen Chan asked back.
"It's all booing. This stick is too brittle. It will break when you chop it. It has no strength at all. It's just to scare him." Liang Yanbei picked up the stick again and said, "If you don't believe me, I'll show you another one. .”
Before Wen Chan could say anything, Liang Yanbei stepped forward in two big strides, and in a blink of an eye, he came up to the man and said, "I think your head is quite hard, you should be fine if you chop it again."
As he spoke, his hands started to move. Although his movements were fast, the man was prepared this time, and he raised his right arm to resist and protect his head.
Seeing him like this, Liang Yanbei raised his hand forward, first his own arm landed on the man's arm, then pressed down, and then hit the wooden stick on the man's forehead, the only remaining piece of stick was broken. Palm length is left.
The man took a few steps back, raised his head, looked at Liang Yanbei in horror, and finally flinched in his expression.
The actions just now were all lightning and flint. Others didn't know it, but the man knew very well that the strength of the man in front of him was terrifying.
His arm was originally covering his head, but the boy in front of him pressed his hand down, and it didn't affect the speed and strength of the wooden stick at all. This shows that the boy's strength is much, much stronger than his own. , that was a rather terrifying overwhelm.
He froze for a moment, not daring to move.
Wen Chan was afraid that Liang Yanbei would make another move, so he hurriedly stepped forward to hold him back, "Okay, quickly throw away the things in your hand."
Liang Yanbei obediently threw it aside, and said with a smile, "Look, I said it was a false noise, right? I knocked three times, and he still looks like a normal person."
In addition to the ugly expression.
Wen Chan was about to believe him, but when he glanced at him, he saw bright red blood gushing out from the man's head, flowing down the top of his head, and quickly dyed half of his face red.
"If I believe in you, there really is a ghost." Wen Chan said indifferently.
Liang Yanbei also saw the man's appearance, and muttered, "It looks so hard, why can't I help knocking?"