The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Fa Cong was startled, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was the novice monk sent out to investigate. The novice monk looked happy and breathed heavily: "Master, master, senior brother, then, that scholar..."

Fa Cong grabbed the novice's arm and said, "Don't be anxious, breathe evenly and speak slowly." The novice took a breath and then said, "Senior brother, the scholar is here and will be at the mountain gate soon!"

Fa Cong nodded and said: "Okay, you did a good job, and you will do it according to what I told you before. When the scholar and I get up to go to the Buddhist temple, remember to follow the plan! Go! Bar."

The novice agreed and hurried down to prepare. Fa Cong thought for a moment, then left the monk's room and went to meet the scholar.

As for the scholar, when he left the Zhuangyuan Store, he did not go straight out of the city. Instead, he walked along the streets where he came from to see if there were any shops open. Unfortunately, the roads were still cold and sparsely populated.

Finally, I managed to catch a passerby and asked him about the bustling market elsewhere. I hurried over, but I didn't expect it to be the same. Everywhere was closed and no one was open. Occasionally, there are small merchants and hawkers who carry their burdens secretly, like thieves. After selling a few things, they quickly move to another place, never daring to stay.

There are also teams of officers and soldiers, armed with weapons, patrolling back and forth to check whether there are any shops that have opened without authorization. Once discovered, it will be inevitable.

The scholar walked around the city, but could not find any open entertainment place, not even a place where he could sit down and drink a cup of tea. He became a little bored, so he opened the folding fan and fanned it slightly, trying to drive away some of his unhappiness.

Suddenly, with a flash from the corner of his eye, he seemed to see a figure on a street corner behind him. When he turned around, the figure was gone. He shook his head and thought to himself: "Is this the piano boy? He must follow me out, and I won't let him." He was quite upset when he came out. If he is really this dog slave, and he returns without harmonizing the horse and preparing food, I will have to punish him!"

At this time, Qintong didn't go out at all, and was always worried in the Zhuangyuan shop. While stroking the horse, he ate grass with the horse. I was thinking, I wonder if this scholar has arrived at the Pujiu Temple now? I wonder what the matchmaker in the west wing is doing right now?

Over there in the west wing, the matchmaker was thinking about the handsome and majestic brother. For no reason, she suddenly felt like a small drum was beating in her heart. She felt her heart beating faster and her body gradually felt a little hot. , looking at the bronze mirror, I saw that my cheeks were flushed, and there were faint beads of sweat on my forehead. My mind was full of charm, and I couldn't help but feel a little shy. I'm afraid that if Yingying sees her yearning for love, she will be laughed at.

I quickly got up and went to see how Yingying had slept. At this moment, I heard Yingying yawn, stretch, and sit up from the bed. Her face was flushed, white and rosy, and her skin was soft. Depo is very shy and cute.

The matchmaker took a step forward and said, "My dear, you're awake. Are you resting well?"

Yingying looked sleepy, but also a little excited for no reason. The matchmaker took his arm and put clothes on her, but she felt that Yingying's body felt warm, which was different from the usual cold feeling.

The matchmaker thought to herself, "Hey, is Yingying thinking about spring too?" She said "poof" to herself and quickly helped the young lady get up.

Yingying said softly: "Matchmaker, today's spring day feels so warm, why is it so sleepy?" The matchmaker was waiting for a reply when she heard the voice of Mrs. Cui Xiangguo coming from outside the house: "Matchmaker! Matchmaker!"

The matchmaker responded loudly and said to Yingying: "Little madam, Mrs. Xiangguo is calling for a slave. Please go and come back."

Yingying was too lazy to speak, so she just hummed, pinched her fingers, and pinched the matchmaker's inner thigh hard.

The matchmaker gritted her teeth to hold back the pain and hurried over, only to see Mrs. Xiangguo sitting on her seat. Next to her was a novice monk from the temple. He lowered his head and said to the lady: "Mrs. Xiangguo, our senior brother Fa Cong has ordered that there will be spring rain in the spring. , I am afraid that the roof of the west wing will leak, so I specially ordered the monk to investigate, and please forgive me, madam!"

"Oh, thank you Master Facong for your thoughtful consideration!" Madam thanked her. Seeing the matchmaker running towards her, she looked at her up and down and said to the matchmaker expressionlessly: "Matchmaker, are you sleepy?"

The matchmaker lowered her head and replied carefully: "Reporting to Madam, the matchmaker is not sleepy, she is not sleepy."

"It's easy to be tired in this spring day. It's not a big deal. Since you're not sleepy, it's best. Don't miss things." After a pause, he said, "This little master specially helped us inspect the roof of the west wing. Yan Shi, let him inspect my house and Yingying's place first, and wait for the young master to come over later. I'm afraid it won't be convenient, so it's better to avoid it."

The matchmaker nodded and said, "Yes, madam, Yingying has just woken up from her nap. I will wait for her to get up and sit next to the other room."

"Little master, I'm in the Buddhist temple. I wonder if anyone is burning incense?" The lady turned to ask the novice monk.

The novice clasped his hands together and said, "It's quiet today. No one is offering incense. There is only one scholar who has just come to pay homage to the elder."

After hearing this, the lady said: "Okay, matchmaker, then you can accompany Yingying to relax and play for a while."

"Yes, madam, the matchmaker will strictly follow your orders." The matchmaker said a blessing, turned around and walked towards Yingying's house. Thinking of the scholar mentioned by the novice just now, my heart suddenly moved.

Earlier, I said that I was waiting for my husband to go to Beijing to take the exam. When we parted, I went to pick him up and take him to the city to stay. After settling in, he came to Pujiu Temple, which was just the right time. When my brother parted, he said we could meet again in the afternoon, which seemed to be true. Could it be that Adi and the scholar have arrived at Pujiu Temple? Then I have to go see my brother as soon as possible, even if I see him from a distance, even if I don’t say a word, it’s okay if I just meet him once.

When I thought of this, I felt like there was a ball of hot fire in my chest, burning my face. My heart felt like a deer bumping around for some reason, and my steps felt a little sloppy.

The matchmaker licked her dry lips, pursed her lips, steadied her steps, and stepped into Yingying's house. She saw Yingying sitting on the bed, looking out the window in trance, her face flushed, her eyes blurred, as if she had something to look forward to.

The matchmaker stepped forward and hugged Yingying, and said: "Little madam, the madam said that the young master will come to the house to investigate later and ask you to stay out of the way. Get dressed quickly and get up!" After that, she helped Yingying put on her clothes. tidy.

"Hmph, is there any place I can avoid in this west wing?" Yingying pouted and said coquettishly. She pinched her fingers and pinched the matchmaker's thigh hard. The breath of her words fell on the back of the matchmaker's neck, a little bit. Warm.

The matchmaker gritted her teeth in pain, but she didn't dare to cry out in pain, so she could only hold back, while rubbing her arm that was pinched by Yingying, she said: "Little lady, from now on, from now on, from now on, can you please stop pinching me?" I, I hurt."

When Yingying heard the sound, she immediately reached out her hand, pinched the inside of the matchmaker's arms twice, and asked with a smile, "Does it hurt?"

The matchmaker endured the pain and said: "No, it doesn't hurt!"

"Should I pinch you?" Yingying asked with a sneer.

The matchmaker lowered her head, bit her lip, and said softly: "It should be pinched."

"Why should I pinch you?" Yingying stared at the matchmaker with a trace of mockery on her lips.

The matchmaker sighed softly in her heart, but there was no disrespect on her face. She bowed and said: "The young lady is the master, and the matchmaker is the slave. If the master wants to beat, scold or kill the slave, it is natural and natural."

"You know and you still ask?" Yingying's face darkened, "If you ask again later, you will be the one to control ten of them! Why don't you hurry up and help the master get dressed."

The matchmaker quickly helped Yingying fasten the belt of her narrow-sleeved short-sleeved jacket, helped her get out of bed, and helped her put on her high-waisted skirt. She said, "Madam said, it is rare for the temple to be clean today. There is no one there." Pilgrims are offering incense, let’s go and relax and have some fun! Yingying, you want to say, do you want to go quickly?”

"Eh? This is strange." Yingying frowned and said, "Usually, this Pujiu Temple is packed with pilgrims. Why is it that today, no one is offering incense?"