The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Qintong Zongdan nodded with a smile, took out a gold hairpin from his arms, gently raised it to the matchmaker, and said in a gentle voice: "Matchmaker, of course I am willing. I customized this for you, just treat it as my engagement. Just a token."

The matchmaker took the golden hairpin in surprise and watched it carefully. This golden hairpin was exquisite in shape and inlaid with a sparkling pearl. The matchmaker rubbed it for a long time and was filled with admiration.

"This is pure gold. Where did you get so much money?" the matchmaker asked curiously.

Zongdan, the piano boy, smiled mysteriously and said: "My grandfather, Mr. Liu, was a minister of the Ministry of official affairs, a subordinate of Tongzhongshu, Ping Zhangshi, a minister of the Ministry of household affairs, and a minister of Jingzhao. He is an iron envoy and a coin envoy. He is very good at managing money and says that he can see money flowing on the ground. I guess he has some inheritance from him. Zhang Gong and I went to Beijing all the way and picked up a lot of money on the ground. .”

The matchmaker looked at Qintong Zongdan in surprise. She knew that Qintong Zongdan must have put so much effort into buying this gift for her. This gift is not just a golden hairpin, but also a deep love and care.

Qintong Zongdan looked at the matchmaker, and his heart was filled with happiness and satisfaction.

Zongdan, the piano boy, turned to look at Zhang Gong, Cui Yingying, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and Du Que, his eyes were calm and calm. He said: "I am marrying a matchmaker today. Can you all be witnesses?"

Zhang Gong, Cui Yingying, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and Du Que looked at each other, knowing that Du Que's life and death depended on Qintong Zongdan's thoughts, and nothing could be said to offend him at this time.

"Congratulations, this is a great event!" Zhang Gong was the first to speak. Although he was reluctant in his heart, he still had to express his congratulations.

Cui Yingying also said: "Yes, congratulations on your happy wedding. I hope you can grow old together."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo was angry in her heart, but pretended to be concerned on the surface: "The matchmaker is a good girl. I hope you can support each other and live a happy life."

Du Que was frightened and could only bite the bullet and said: "Congratulations, this is a happy event! I...I congratulate you too."

Qintong Zongdan looked at the crowd and understood what they were thinking. But he didn't care. He knew that his relationship with the matchmaker was sincere, and he had decided to protect the matchmaker, no matter what the outside world thought.

The matchmaker looked at Qintong Zongdan, her eyes full of love.

Zongdan, the piano boy, looked at Zhang Gong and said, "Then I would like to help Zhuangyuan Lang write the slave registrations of the two of us in handwriting."

Zhang Gong nodded helplessly, secretly cursing in his heart, but he didn't dare to disobey. He turned around and asked the matchmaker: "Matchmaker, what's your surname?"

Qintong Zongdan rushed to say: "My surname is Tian."

The matchmaker was moved, but she didn't expect that Zong Dan had already remembered it in her heart. She replied softly: "Yes, my surname is Tian."

Zhang Gong nodded and wrote down the handwriting of Qintong Zongdan and Tian Hongniang's release from slavery. He handed the handwriting to Qintong Zongdan, who in turn handed it over to Tian Hongniang for safekeeping.

Zhang Gong, Cui Yingying, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo, and Du Que were all unhappy, but forced smiles on their faces. They knew that this was necessary to save Du Que's life.

Qintong Zongdan and Tian Hongniang looked at each other, their hearts filled with joy. They know that this is their first step towards freedom and the beginning of their road to love.

"Brother Zongdan, can you put down your sword now?" Du Que's tone was full of caution, and his voice trembled slightly, revealing deep fear and pleading. He tried to stay calm, his eyes locked on the sword in Qintong Zongdan's hand, as if the tip of the sword might pierce his throat at any time.

Du Que opened his hands slightly, as if to indicate that he was not hostile. His eyes flickered, trying to establish a tacit understanding with Qintong Zongdan, hoping that he would understand what he meant.

Zhang Gong, Cui Yingying, and Mrs. Cui Xiangguo all also offered words of advice. Some of them were gentle, some were worried, or some were eager, all trying to get Qintong Zongdan to put down his sword.

Zhang Gong frowned, and his voice was low and serious: "Dog, no, um, Zong Dan, look, we have fulfilled your request? Just put down your sword first. If you have anything else, we will It’s still negotiable.”

Cui Yingying's eyes were full of worry, and her voice was soft and sincere: "Zong Dan, you are our friend, and we don't want to see you like this. Put down the sword and we can have a good talk."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's face also showed an anxious look, and her voice was sharp and powerful: "Zongdan! Don't be impulsive! Put down your sword, we can solve any problem!"

Zongdan, the piano boy, frowned slightly and said nothing. He whistled loudly, and the sound echoed in the west wing. Everyone looked at him and felt a little confused. They didn't know why Qintong Zongdan whistled or what the whistle meant.

After a while, Zhang Gong's white horse suddenly ran over. The white horse stopped next to Qintong Zongdan, lowered his head and rubbed Zongdan's hand. Qintong Zongdan looked at the white horse, his eyes sparkling. He reached out a hand and gently scratched Hakuba's neck.

The horses neighed loudly, the sound was melodious and exciting. Its eyes were full of gratitude and comfort, as if expressing its inner joy to Qintong Zongdan.

Everyone was very surprised when they saw this scene. They didn't expect that Qintong Zongdan and Baima would have such deep emotions. They also understood that Qintong Zongdan whistled to summon the white horse to come.

Qintong Zongdan looked at the white horse with a smile on his face. He knew that this was a tacit understanding between him and Baima.

Tian Hongniang looked at the white horse, her eyes full of love. She slowly reached out a hand and gently stroked the horse's mane. The horse seemed to take advantage of it and did not avoid it, but quietly enjoyed the matchmaker's touch.

Tian Hongniang smiled and said, "Zongdan, look, this horse likes me."

Qintong Zongdan looked at the matchmaker and the white horse, and his heart was filled with warmth. He nodded, smiled and said, "Yes, because you are my wife."

This sentence shocked Tian Hongniang's heart, and she felt inexplicably moved.

Qintong Zongdan looked at Tian Hongniang, his eyes full of tenderness and determination. He said softly: "Matchmaker, get on your horse."

Tian Hongniang was a little hesitant. She looked at Zong Dan with worry in her eyes: "I have never ridden a horse, so I don't dare."

Zong Qin Tongdan smiled and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. I'll ride with you."

After speaking, he stretched out a hand and gently helped Tian Hongniang onto the horse. He also jumped up and sat behind Tian Hongniang. He hugged Tian Hongniang tightly with one hand, as if he wanted to integrate her into his body.

However, at this moment, he did not forget his mission. He always remained vigilant, and the tip of the Chixiao sword in his hand never left Du Que's throat.

Qintong Zongdan's eyes were firm and sharp, as if telling Du Que: You'd better not act rashly, otherwise I will kill you without hesitation.

"Then General Du, my sworn brother, will give me a ride." Although Qintong Zongdan's voice was calm, it revealed a chill.

Zhang Gong, Cui Yingying and Mrs. Cui Xiangguo stood aside, with complex expressions on their faces. They understood that this "dog slave" in their eyes was escaping from their control. But they also understand that there is nothing they can do at this moment.

Zhang Gong's eyes flashed with anger and unwillingness. He clenched his fists tightly and thought in his heart: "How dare this dog slave be so arrogant!"

Cui Yingying's eyes were full of anger. She looked at the matchmaker's back with mixed feelings in her heart. She thought in her heart: "Tian Hongniang, you'd better leave and never show up again!"

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's face was ashen, and her eyes flashed with a sinister light. She thought in her heart: "You humble slaves, don't even think of escaping from my grasp!"

Du Que was pointed at the throat by Qintong Zongdan with the tip of his sword. His face was pale and his eyes were full of fear. He thought in his heart: "This lunatic, he will really kill me!" But he did not dare to make any resistance and could only walk in front obediently.

Qintong Zongdan and Tian Hongniang followed closely on white horses. Their sharp eyes seemed to tell everyone that they would not give up their beliefs and pursuits, nor would they be influenced by anyone.

Du Que and Baima slowly walked out of the west chamber and then out of the mountain gate of Pujiu Temple.

Zhang Gong, Cui Yingying, and Mrs. Cui Xiangguo followed not far behind.

Elder Farben and Monk Fa Cong also came after hearing the news. They looked at the scene around them and were shocked in their hearts. They knew that this conflict was inevitable.

Qintong Zongdan and Tian Hongniang had calm eyes and walked forward without hesitation. However, they soon discovered that the mountain gate was surrounded by soldiers brought by Du Que.

"It seems we are surrounded." Qintong Zongdan said lightly, with a kind of detachment in his tone.