Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

The old man's voice echoed in the quiet street, attracting people around to look at him.

Zuo Lanxin stood there with an embarrassed look on her face, not knowing how to respond.

If she said no, she would offend Brother Ye, with whom her relationship had just improved a little. If she said yes, she would be lying blatantly in front of her father, which she certainly didn't dare to do.

Fortunately, Zuo Fuhong continued to serve the porridge slowly and asked in a kind tone: "Why do you ask this, old man?"

The old man's son bowed to him and then answered carefully, "Master Qingtian, my father and I are fleeing from famine. On the way, a master said that my father's fate is too weak and he must stay away from evil spirits. When we got here, we heard people around us say that there is an evil star here, so I asked more questions."

Before Zuo Fuhong could say anything, the homeless man behind him who had just urged the two of them sneered, "Humph, you've come to the wrong place today. The one upstairs is more than just an 'evil star', he's simply an 'evil god'. The porridge and steamed buns are full of evil spirits. You'd better not take them and make way!"

The homeless man spoke with such certainty, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, causing an uproar among the people around him.

Hearing the whispers from the onlookers again, Zuo Fuhong smiled and slowly said, "I know there have been constant rumors about Prince Duan, but he gets along well with our family, otherwise my son wouldn't be so close to him."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked towards the second floor. Zuo Chengyu took the opportunity to get closer to Feng Zhanye and even patted him on the shoulder, pretending to be intimate but teasing in a low voice.

"From ancient times to the present, people cannot avoid following the crowd. Sometimes, only by following rumors and believing them can one better blend into the environment. You can even tell that their slander comes from complete ignorance and is unreasonable, but you just can't do anything about it. It's better to be more at ease."

"Since when did the eldest master start liking to listen to rumors?"

Feng Zhanye still maintained his expression, looking downstairs indifferently and responding in a low voice, as if everything they said had nothing to do with him.

Although the two of them seemed close to outsiders, it did not prove anything. Moreover, Zuo Fuhong did not give a direct answer, and a scholar who was watching noticed that something was wrong.

"But Lord Zuo Xiang, this doesn't prove that Prince Duan's evil spirit has been completely eliminated, right?"

The crowd also thought this made sense, and soon some people echoed the voice.

"Yes! There must be some actual evidence, otherwise who would dare to drink this porridge!"

"that is!"

The atmosphere near the porridge stall became tense again. The old man withdrew his gaze from the upstairs, as if he suddenly remembered something, and fumbled out a piece of talisman paper from his dirty sleeve.

"Master Qingtian, this is the talisman I obtained from a master. If you stick this on, if there is any evil spirit, the talisman will immediately turn black."

Regardless of whether this method is effective or not, it is undoubtedly a good show and no one wants to miss it.

The discussions died down again, and everyone was waiting for Zuo Fuhong to call Feng Zhanye down to prove it with the talisman paper.

Zuo Fuhong watched the old man's son hand the talisman paper to him, but he did not rush to take it.

At this moment, the homeless man behind the old man and his son lost his temper, pushed through the crowd and rushed over, pushing the two away.

"Are you here to get the porridge or to beg for money? What's the point of saying it? I don't want to wait for you on an empty stomach. Get out of the way and don't disturb me while I eat!"

After being pushed like that, Zuo Lanxin supported the old man and prevented him from falling out. However, the son did not stand steadily, took a few steps back and suddenly fell towards the big pot of porridge.

With a series of sharp "crash" sounds, the stall was overturned by the man's body, the bowls were broken all over the floor, and the big pot was also knocked over by him, turning upside down on the ground.

Everything inside spilled out, and the heat quickly spread around along with the porridge. The line of people who came to get the porridge quickly dispersed.

"Why did you push him? What are we going to eat if the porridge is spilled?" Seeing that the rations that were about to be received were destroyed, several people glared at the homeless man and questioned him.

The homeless man didn't expect this, but he didn't know he was wrong at all, and his attitude was still arrogant: "Is it me who doesn't want to eat? They are obviously wasting time here, and I can't push them too hard!"

The already tense situation began to get out of control. Several people rolled up their sleeves and started fighting. Even the person who was trying to stop the fight was grabbed by someone and joined the fight out of anger.

The noisy noise attracted passers-by, and more and more people gathered to watch.

Some of the people who were collecting porridge were affected by the fighting and were injured and fainted. Another group was afraid of trouble and ran away. A small group of people took advantage of the chaos to snatch the steamed buns that were still intact on the ground.

Some people were sharp-eyed and suddenly noticed a corner of yellow under the white rice overflowing from the pot.

"Look! Is that a talisman?" A woman holding a child pointed at the yellow corner and was the first to scream.

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed, and indeed found that there was a hint of red mixed in with the yellow in that corner, like the handwriting of a talisman.

The people who were fighting stopped upon hearing this. The person who was closest walked over, bent down, picked up the thing on the ground, and unfolded it carefully.

It was actually a piece of talisman paper.

The faces of all those who received the porridge turned ugly. There was actually talisman paper in the porridge. It was hard not to wonder whether the evil spirit in Feng Zhanye's body had not been eliminated at all.

Zuo Fuhong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "Don't be nervous! The talisman contains a good medicine for curing the disease. I just accidentally dropped the paper that wrapped the medicine into the pot."

Although Zuo Fuhong gave an explanation, once the seeds of doubt took root in his heart, they were not so easily eradicated.

"You scourge! Get out of Kyoto!"

No one knew who took the lead, but countless rotten vegetable leaves rained down on Feng Zhanye.

Seeing this, Gu Qingzhi hurriedly stood in front of Feng Zhanye, but was pulled behind him.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

The young man curled his lips and gave her a comforting look. The next moment, a blanket of rotten vegetable leaves hit his face and body like a rainstorm.

Enduring the humiliation that was coming towards him and the scolding that was coming from his ears, the young man straightened his thin back and stood there firmly, silently enduring all the slander and rumors.

Of course he couldn't retreat, nor did he want to retreat. It was too obvious that Zuo Chengyu was deliberately creating chaos to take revenge on him for the Guang'an Marquis incident.

If he gave in, it would be tantamount to acquiescing to the evil spirit, acquiescing to all the guilt, and admitting that he was the one who killed his mother. Then all his efforts and forbearance over the past year would be in vain.

But those vicious curses were so harsh that even Gu Qingzhi felt suffocated. For the first time, she regretted that she had trained his ears to be too sensitive, so that all the curses could be clearly heard.

"You killed your own mother, and even your father doesn't want you. You might as well just die!"

Suddenly, someone started talking about Feng Zhan Ye's biological mother. They had only heard a few rumors, but they spoke with certainty as if they had seen it with their own eyes. Soon, more people joined in.

Gu Qingzhi finally realized how terrible what Zuo Chengyu called "following the crowd" could be.

The scene became even more chaotic.