The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

I closed my eyes and waited for a long time, but no more movement was heard, and the bandits on the top of the hill gradually disappeared.

Qintong waited for a while longer, raised his head and looked carefully. Seeing that there was no longer any danger, he quickly found another mountain road, detoured, and ran to the tea shop.

The scholar slowly sipped tea in the teahouse, turned on the folding fan, watched the blooming mountain flowers, and the clear sky and clouds passing by. He felt very interested, kept reciting poems, and made frequent dialogues. I didn't realize that time flew by so fast, it was already noon.

When the piano boy walked in with his hunched body, the scholar was still shaking his head and murmuring words: "The spring breeze helps the heartbreak, blowing off the white clothes..."

The piano boy walked up to the scholar, coughed slightly, and said, "Alang, I have found a shop in the city and set it up properly. I am here to pick you up. Do you think we can set off immediately?"

The scholar hummed, stood up, and while imagining his folding fan, he read in his mouth: "Leaning alone against the broken curtain and looking around, it's a pity that I wasted my spring..."

Qintong saw several exquisite tea snacks on the table, with only one or two pieces removed each, and said, "Alang, don't you want to use them any more?"

The scholar glanced at the table, then looked at the piano boy, and said, "Of course I don't want it."

Qintong smiled and said, "It doesn't taste good when I think about it."

"The taste is okay, but without a beautiful woman to accompany me, how can I have an appetite!" The scholar opened the folding fan with a "swipe", flicked it a few times, shook his head and sighed.

Seeing that the scholar didn't want to eat anymore, the piano boy took out a cloth bag from his arms, picked up one of the exquisite small plates with tea snacks on the table, and wanted to pour the tea snacks into the cloth bag.

The scholar put away the folding fan with a "snap" sound, knocked the fan bone on the piano boy's hand, and scolded: "You bitch slave! Follow me to study abroad, but you have to take into account the face of my minister, such a down and out thing. , is this what I, the Shangshufu, did? Next time you see me, I will chop off your dog's paws!"

The piano boy hurriedly withdrew his hand, and the disc fell to the table with a bang. The doctor heard the sound and saw the scholar leaving his seat, so he hurriedly came to see him off.

The piano boy gently caressed the bones of his hand that were hurt by the scholar's knock. He didn't argue. He just lowered his head and put away the cloth bag. He put the piano bag on his back and hurried out of the teahouse. He brought the horse and helped the scholar to get on the horse. .

I heard another distant bell ringing in the distance, and the scholar said on his horse, "Is this the bell of Pujiu Temple again?"

The doctor walked out the door, nodded and said: "Yes, yes, Langjun is erudite and knowledgeable. He knows where he is as soon as he hears it. He is really knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he is very resourceful and good at making judgments. If you go to the capital, you will definitely go to high school." The number one scholar returns home in glorious glory!..."

The scholar was happy to hear this, threw down some reward money, laughed loudly, and rode towards the city in the middle of the river.

The piano boy was leading the horse aside, and the scholar was straddling the horse and reading poetry as he walked. Halfway through, he suddenly said: "Hey, this sentence, 'The spring grass is green and the young clouds are flying white, I want you to leap on the horse and look good.' Qin boy, listen to How is it?"

"Alang, do you really want to hear how I appreciate it?" Qin Tong kept walking and asked.

"Well, you have been studying with me since you were a child. No matter how much I read, you will probably read more than me." The scholar sighed, "Fortunately, the Tang Dynasty's "Tongdian" says: "The son of the Xing family, Gong Jia Shu Lei , Buqu, miscellaneous households, slaves, etc. are not allowed to take the exam. 'Otherwise, you can go to Beijing to take the exam, and maybe you can get the second place in the exam, but how can I save my face? There is no one else on this road, you just say it's okay!"

Qintong smiled and said, "Why can't I win the top prize?"

"The number one scholar, haha, of course it's mine!" The scholar looked up to the sky and laughed on his horse.

Qintong asked curiously: "Oh? I guess Alang has already opened up the joints with his family's influence?"

"Hey! You bitch slave, shut up now! What good will it do you if you talk too much? Let's talk about this poem!" The scholar raised his fan and was about to strike, but the fan was short and there were still a few blows in one swing. An inch away.

The scholar became angry and shouted: "Stand still!"

In fact, Qin Tong had already heard the sound behind his head and took an extra step to avoid it. Knowing that the master would never give up without knocking himself, he had no choice but to stand still, and the horse realized his interest and stopped.

At this time, the scholar was condescending, swung his fan, and gave the piano boy a solid blow on the back of the head. The piano boy took the opportunity to pounce forward to relieve his strength, but pretended that he could not hold back the strength and pounced forward. It fell into the dust on the road, raising a cloud of dust.

The scholar laughed loudly when he saw it, and then waved his hands to drive away the smoke and dust, and cursed: "You bitch slave, just throw it down, and there is so much dust, bad luck! Bad luck! Hahahaha! When I hit you in the future, you must not fall to the ground." !Isn’t that a curse for me to fail? Did you hear that?”

Seeing that the scholar was in a good mood after he succeeded, the piano boy said "Hmm" and got up from the dust on the road. He stood up straight and patted the dust off his body. The horse lowered its head and sniffed the piano boy. The piano boy patted the horse's neck, took the horse and walked forward.

As he walked, he said: "Alang, your sentence, 'The spring grass is green and the young clouds are flying white, I want you to leap on your horse and look good.' Your literary talent is soaring. I think it was inspired by this beautiful scenery. The wording is exquisite and it is indeed a masterpiece!"

The scholar listened to it and was very impressed by it, and started reciting it again while sitting on the horse.

"However, if a few of the words are carefully considered, they will be able to clear up the clouds and reveal the sun, which will be the icing on the cake!" Qintong said unhurriedly.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then turned cold and said in a deep voice: "Huh! Then tell me what you say. If what you say is reasonable, that's all. If what you say is wrong, see if I don't smash your head!"

"In the sentence 'The spring grass is green and the young clouds are flying white', the word 'young' is used very well, describing the tenderness of the spring grass vividly. However, if the word 'young' is replaced by the word 'velvet', it will be more youthful. The tender shape, the difference between the two words, determines the difference between superior and inferior."

"Well, Green Velvet...Lvyou..." After hearing this, the scholar secretly compared the two on his horse.

Qintong continued: "As for 'Yun Fei Bai', it is better to replace it with 'Cloud Color White', otherwise, the word 'fly' is too lively, which will ruin the lazy feeling of spring, while the word 'color' makes spring more peaceful."

The scholar was silent on the horse, and the piano boy added: "The same is true for the second half of the sentence, 'I want you to have a good appearance on a prancing horse.' Although the 'prancing horse' is extraordinary, it ruins the beauty of a spring outing, and the second is a leap." Underneath, the appearance is leisurely and elegant, and it cannot be said to be 'good'. So it is better to change it to 'I want you to ride a horse and look good'. Only by these two sentences can you see spring in a leisurely place."

"Hmph, you dog slave, you dare to teach your master a lesson! Stand still!" The scholar listened to the piano boy's evaluation of Zi Zi Zhuji, but he didn't like to get angry. He became angry and shouted on his horse.

The piano boy sighed and stopped helplessly, letting the scholar pick up his fan and strike hard. This time I didn't dare to jump down and dodge again, so I raised my hands to block and held back forcefully. Seeing that the scholar still had no intention of stopping, he had no choice but to say: "Alang, if you continue to fight, you will get tired. It's better to stop. If I can't bear it and fall to the ground again, it will be bad luck again."

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then stopped, panting heavily and scolded: "Humph, let me spare you for once, don't break my fan with Mr. Tuizhi's inscription, your dog's life is not enough to pay for this fan!"

The piano boy said nothing and could only shake his head, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the horse and walked forward again.

The scholar was still reciting poems while shaking his head on horseback, but he had quietly read the verses as "The spring grass is green and the clouds are white, I want you to look good while riding a horse."

Not long after the master and servant walked on the road, the mountain road was shallow and wide, and then descended to the plain. All I saw was a straight and wide official road, pointing straight into the distance. After walking a few miles, they saw the head of Fucheng in the middle of the river.

When he came to the city gate and was about to enter the city, the soldier guarding the gate saw the scholar wearing fresh clothes and getting angry with his horse. Thinking that he was quite lucky, he thrust his spear and shouted: "Where did that scholar come from? Could he be a criminal from the imperial court?" Stay! Get what you have!"