The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Zhang Gong was the top scorer in high school and suddenly became a focal figure in the capital. However, no one knows the joy and worry in his heart.

He was supposed to be appointed to an official position if he won the election, but he was transferred to the Hanlin Academy to compile the history of the country according to the imperial decree. This was not what he wanted in his heart.

And wherever he goes, everyone knows that he is the number one scholar in a new subject, and he must have beautiful articles and noble morals. As a result, you can only sit in the wine shop for a while, the tea house cannot be quiet, the people in the bar are talkative, and the brothels are rarely visited.

So most of the time, I could only stay in the house and miss Cui Yingying bitterly.

"How should I explain to them that the number one scholar they admire, the man they praise as a talented man, is actually full of longing for Yingying deep in his heart, and now he can't make a fuss at ease at all?" Zhang Gong thought in his mind. .

He sent Qintong to deliver a letter to Cui Yingying and tell her his feelings. However, the piano boy did not return for a long time, and Zhang Gong became more and more worried. He was worried whether Qintong had been stopped by Cui Yingying's family.

In the past few days, he had trouble sleeping and eating, rested restlessly, and ate little. He took leave and went back home to rest, hoping to find a quiet place where he could temporarily escape from the endless entertainment and hypocritical politeness.

In the morning, the doctor sent someone to see him and gave him medicine. However, he knew that his illness could not be cured by medicine. His disease is lovesickness, a feeling that cannot be cured by medicine. He had tried to suppress his emotions, but the longing for Cui Yingying burned in his heart like wildfire.

"This disease can't be cured even if Bian Que is reincarnated." Zhang Gong thought in his heart. Ever since he left Cui Yingying, he hasn't been at peace for a day!

Since arriving in the capital, his heart has been filled with thoughts of Cui Yingying. He missed her smile, missed her eyes, missed everything about her.

He invited a doctor to see him, but the doctor said that his illness was not serious and he just needed a good rest. However, he knew that was not the case with his illness. His illness was an emotion that could not be cured by medicine, a deep lovesickness.

The doctor's words made him even more desperate. There are methods to treat miscellaneous diseases, but there is no medicine to treat lovesickness.

He knew that there was only one antidote to this disease, and that was Cui Yingying's love.

However, now that he cannot get her love, he can only bear this pain alone.

"Yingying, if you knew that I was lovesick, I would be willing to die." Zhang Gong thought in his heart. Cui Yingying's shadow has been deeply imprinted on his heart, and he cannot forget her.

Time passed in pain, and Zhang Gong felt that he was at home all over the world, and it was almost half a year since he had been living in a foreign country alone. He missed Cui Yingying, and his heart was filled with longing and longing for her.

Outside the gate of Chang'an City, Qintong finally saw the city tower, holding Cui Yingying's letter in his hand, and felt confident that he was finally back.

Qintong came to Zhang Gong's house and wondered about Zhang Gong's situation. He originally thought that Zhang Gong had obtained the official position as he wished, but the scene in front of him made him uneasy.

Qintong thought in his mind: "It seems that Zhang Gong has not gone to the government office. He is still recuperating at home. I must quickly send him the reply from the young lady."

After Qintong saw Zhang Gong, he found that his face was still pale, but his eyes were shining with joy.

Zhang Gong looked at Qintong and felt very happy. He said: "No wonder, when you came just now, this spiritual magpie noisy in the flower branches happened to be screaming, together with the happy spider hanging on the curtain, in response to the moment when the lights went out last night. If it weren't for the heart-breaking separation, , that must be because of the heartbreaking comments."

After hearing this, Qintong felt a little emotional in his heart. He said: "The little madam has a letter delivered."

After Zhang Gong took the letter, he carefully touched the envelope and sighed: "When the young lady wrote, she must have shed tears uncontrollably. Otherwise, how could the envelope be stained with tears?"

He opened the envelope and read the letter slowly. Seeing his expression, Qin Tong felt a little uneasy.

Zhang Gong read Cui Yingying's letter softly: "My unlucky concubine, Mrs. Cui, pays her respects to the talented man Rui Wenji: Since Yin Rong passed away, I have not realized how long my admiration has been. The clouds are so close to Chang'an and so far away, why are they so beautiful?" Hong Zhi is gone. Don't you abandon your concubine's kindness because of the heart of flowers and willows? When you are thinking, the piano boy comes, you can see the calligraphy and calligraphy, and then you know Zhongke, which makes me crazy with joy. The talent of the man does not disgrace the family tree of the Prime Minister. Yes. Now that the harp boy has returned and there is nothing to pay tribute to, a piece of Liao Bu Yao harp, a jade hairpin, a spotted tube, a belly bandage, a collar of sweatshirt, and a pair of socks represent my concubine's sincerity. Cursive words in a hurry, Fu Please forgive me for being unprepared. I rely on the rhyme of Lai, and then follow up with a unique saying: I lean on the wall and look forward to the talented man, but I don’t miss Huang Siniang in Chenjing; I picked up a book when I was sick, and I looked in the mirror in front of the window to try on my new makeup. "

After Zhang Gong read the letter, he let out a long sigh and murmured: "This charming sister, like this kind of woman, Zhang Gong will die to get her." His voice was choked, and his eyes were twinkling. Tears.

He thought to himself: "This letter is really well written. It is indeed a model in the history of calligraphy. It should be recorded in the book. There are faint willow bones and tendons in the handwriting, as well as Zhang Xu, Zhang Dian, Wang Xizhi, and Wang Xizhi." Wang Xianzhi's brushwork. This time is different from that time. The beauty's talent and thinking are unmatched by my Yingying in the world."

Zhang Gong held the letter as if reciting a sutra and mantra, as if using a talisman - a book of talismans that the emperor claimed to have been given by heaven, as a certificate to control the world. I just feel that the value is higher than a gold medal, heavier than gold and silk, and more expensive than money. If there is a signature on this, an envoy is sent, or an envoy is sent, it is a warning that he is too busy to print and meet the deadline.

The piano boy showed Zhang Gong all the items delivered by Cui Yingying one by one and said, "Please look at this, Sir, this is what the young lady ordered me to bring."

Zhang Gong held the sweatshirt in his hand and carefully observed the needlework on it. He raised his brows slightly with a happy expression, as if he was enjoying something. Then, he said softly: "Stop talking about articles, just look at her needlework, which is rare in the world." His voice was full of appreciation.

He stared at the sweatshirt, and an elegant woman seemed to appear in front of him, lowering her head and mending the clothes seriously. He imagined her movements, her slender fingers moving flexibly between the needles and threads, each stitch and thread appearing so precise and attentive.

"How can you not tell me that Zhang Gong loves her?" He murmured softly, as if he could see the woman's smile and gentle eyes in front of him. He imagined her teaching him needlework, and her patient and focused look made him feel admiration for her.

"Compared to the best needlework, a teacher among women." He said, and couldn't help but feel a deep gratitude and respect for Cui Yingying. He marveled at her talent and education, imagining the effort and thought she had put into sewing this sweatshirt.

"Thousands of intentions are reflected in needlework, and you can think about it carefully." He observed every detail on the sweatshirt, as if he was looking for something. His heartbeat seemed to speed up, because he knew that there was a beautiful and affectionate story hidden behind these needleworks.

"It's long, short and shapeless. Narrow and wide imagine the waist." He murmured, and Cui Yingying's graceful figure and graceful movements seemed to appear in front of his eyes. He imagined how she looked when sewing clothes. Her concentrated and elegant expression made him feel a strong love and desire in his heart.

"No one can try on the costumes, good or bad." He sighed, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "Yingying must have been very careful when she made it!"

Seeing Zhang Gong intoxicated, the piano boy felt funny in his heart, and thought: "I have asked the matchmaker a long time ago, how could these be made by Cui Yingying? Most of them were made by Cui Yingying on a whim, and after a few stitches, they couldn't continue. I just threw it aside. Fortunately, there was a matchmaker who couldn't stand it any longer, so she picked it up stitch by stitch and finished it. I don't know how many needles were inserted into my sister's hand."

Thinking about the matchmaker, I feel both sweet and painful in my heart.

How did Zhang Gong know? He thought again: "There are reasons for these things sent by the young lady. I have guessed every one of them."

"On this piano, she taught me to learn to play the piano behind closed doors, pay attention to the music score and the sound of the piano, cultivate the heart of a sage, and wash away the worldly sounds." Zhang Gong thought while stroking the strings.

He picked up the hosta and played with it, thinking to himself: "This hosta is as slender as a bamboo shoot, as white as an onion branch, warm and fragrant, crystal clear and flawless."

"This spotted tube once inhabited the frost branches of the phoenix, and its teardrops were stained with rouge. Back then, Emperor Shun mourned for Emperor E, but now the lady misses the gentleman." Zhang Gong sighed as he raised the spotted tube pen.

He put the belly wrap on his body and tried it again, and said: "This belly wrap, with a piece of cotton in my hand and a few turns of silk under the lamp, shows the sorrow in my belly. It is indeed satisfactory."

"The stitching of these shoes and socks is as fine as a rake, and the silk is as fine as goose fat. Since you know how to be polite and don't act recklessly, I hope you will act like this with your feet." Zhang Gong rubbed the socks and couldn't help but nod slightly.

He raised his head, looked at Qintong and asked, "Dog, no, Zongdan, what did the little lady say to you before you left?"

Qintong replied: "The young lady told me not to look for a good marriage."