The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Qintong was stunned and thought to himself: "This woman has an unknown origin, so we must be careful."

Zhang Sheng heard the voice, put down the book, and his eyes moved slightly: "Who is this beauty? She is dressed so boldly."

Women walked in gracefully and gracefully. Zhang Sheng was unconsciously attracted by her charm, and his eyes moved up and down the woman's body.

Qintong felt a sense of caution in his heart: "Such a woman is extraordinary."

Qin Tong looked at this scene and felt very nervous. He quietly reminded Zhang Sheng: "Alang, I'm afraid this is a trap jumped by the immortal."

Zhang Sheng was shocked in his heart, but remained calm on the outside: "My wonderful little lady, why are you here at this humble house?"

The woman's eyes flickered and her voice was sweet: "I'm from a nearby village. I heard that your husband is very talented, so I came here to have a look."

Zhang Sheng was quite pleased with what he heard, but his words were still gentle: "Young lady, you have given me too much praise."

Qintong hurriedly said: "It is not suitable for a young lady to stay in my husband's house for a long time."

But the woman pressed closer and closer, almost to Zhang Sheng's side, her fragrance was overwhelming: "Mr. Lang, it's really sad that you reject people thousands of miles away like this."

Zhang Sheng felt her breath and felt in his heart: "Well, this little lady smells so good. Her skin is so white and tender, it looks as smooth as cream. Let me touch it." He stretched out his hand.

Qin Tong anxiously rushed between the two of them and whispered in Zhang Sheng's ear: "Alang, the world is difficult and dangerous, don't be fooled."

Zhang Sheng nodded, smiled slightly, put down his hand, and said: "Little lady, I accept your charm. But I am used to being quiet, so I'm afraid I can't accompany you."

Seeing this, the woman's face changed, and a trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes: "What a cold husband. It's rare for me to be affectionate, but you are like this."

Zhang Sheng's heart softened: "This little lady is unhappy." But then he calmed down: "No matter who she is, I can't let her influence me."

Seeing that Zhang Sheng had no intention, the woman had no choice but to turn around and leave, leaving behind a lingering fragrance that filled the room.

Zhang Shengyu looked at the door and sighed: "Hey, if it weren't for the wilderness store, I really wouldn't be able to hold it!"

"Alang, there are countless temptations in the world, you must control yourself." Qintong breathed a sigh of relief and said.

Zhang Sheng waved his folding fan, hit the piano boy on the head, and shouted: "You dog slave, how come you talk so much nonsense? Are you the master or am I the master!"

The piano boy had no choice but to avoid Zhang Sheng's folding fan. When he was about to wash the clothes that Zhang Sheng had changed, the scholar said: "No hurry, come, play a game of chess with me first."

The piano boy was empty in his belly. He wanted to go to the stable to eat cakes to satisfy his hunger, but he had no choice but to put down his clothes, take out the chessboard and chess pieces, and then took out Ban Gu's "Game Edict" and asked: "Alang, what score do you want to play today?"

"Hey, I'm alone today, so let's try to 'cure the orphan'!"

Qin Tong put the chessboard on the table, turned the "Edict of the Game" to the page of "Government of Orphans", spread it beside the chessboard, stood beside the table, and placed the black and white stones in the "Governing Orphans" game alternately according to the chess score. superior.

The scholar waited for the piano boy to make a move, and then he thought about it for a while. When he figured out the move, he nodded slightly, and the piano boy made the next move.

When a white stone was placed two-thirds of the way through the "Orphan Control" game, the scholar raised his hand and said, "Hang on, there is no need to write scores from now on, I already know it. When I come to hold the black stone, you can Play against me."

The piano boy was impatient, so he could only say with a calm face, "Okay." He moved from the table to stand opposite the scholar, picked up a white stone, and waited for the scholar to make a move.

The scholar is confident and drops black stones, and the piano boy plays a one-on-one game with white stones.

The two of them made quick moves, and in a short while, they had made dozens of moves.

After making dozens of moves, the scholar's brows gradually furrowed and his moves became slower. He took a deep breath, there was some hesitation in his eyes, and after thinking for a long time, he put down a black piece. The moment the piece settled, the whole situation seemed to be rippled by a still water. The piano boy smiled slightly, gently caressed the chess piece, and after thinking for a moment, responded with a white piece.

The scholar frowned slightly, with countless changes going through his mind. He stared at the chessboard with burning eyes for a long time, trying to understand the piano boy's intentions. Qintong looked calm and said softly: "Alang, it's your turn!"

The scholar didn't say anything. He raised the sunspot again and slowly dropped it. The whole chess game seemed like an exquisite picture. Qintong smiled slightly and dropped a white piece from his backhand, setting off a series of twists and turns of attack and defense.

The two people's thoughts were intertwined, and their facial expressions and expressions were different. There was a slight sweat on the scholar's forehead, and a hint of teasing flashed in Qintong's eyes. The two kept thinking about every move and tried their best to block the other's attack.

The chess pieces on the chessboard are intertwined into intricate situations. The fingers of the scholar and the piano boy move flexibly across the chessboard, and the moves are fast and slow. But every time, the piano boy takes much less time to think about it than the scholar, almost without thinking. , raise your hand and go down.

Suddenly the scholar's face darkened and he scolded: "Dog slave! What are you doing!"

The piano boy looked at the scholar at a loss, only to hear the scholar lecture loudly: "You bitch slave, think carefully, don't make the move so quickly! Use your brain! Hey, forget it, look at how stupid you are. Brains?"

The piano boy didn't say a word, with a clumsy look on his face, and let the scholar tease him as much as he could, slightly slowing down the playing speed in his hands.

Gradually, the chess game became more intense, time passed slowly, and the scholar stopped talking. A long time after the piano boy dropped the white stone again, the scholar held a black stone and hesitated. Suddenly, he said "Hey!" and said: "You bitch slave, this is wrong, you shouldn't do this!"

The piano boy looked innocent and stupid, looked down at the scholar, and replied: "What's wrong?"

"You're a bitch slave, am I going to lose?" The scholar blurted out, a little annoyed. After saying this, he felt that he was wrong and said, "This is not how the 'curing orphans' game is played in the chess game!"

"Didn't you say you don't need to write music?" Qin Tong said seemingly ignorantly.

The scholar said angrily: "Then I can't lose this game of 'curing orphans'!" He raised the black stone and was about to hit it on the chessboard.

Qin Tong grabbed the scholar's finger and said, "Alang, didn't you say that we are called master and servant, but we are actually brothers? Then why do we care about winning or losing?"

The scholar said "Huh!", and the piano boy took the scholar's finger and slowly placed the black stone somewhere on the chessboard. Said: "Isn't it that Alang wants to fall here? This is a wonderful trick!"

At this moment, the situation of controlling orphans suddenly became clear. "Haha, Alang, you have won!"

The scholar couldn't believe it and leaned down to take a closer look at the chess game. After looking at it for a while, he nodded and said, "Well, that's good. It seems that I can still win the game of curing the orphans! Okay, that's all for today's chess game."

Qin Tong was secretly happy and quickly packed up the chessboard and chess pieces, thinking that he could eat cakes to satisfy his hunger. Unexpectedly, the scholar pointed to the piano bag and said to the piano boy: "It's still early, please bring the piano and let me play a few songs."

The piano boy complained secretly, but he had no choice but to take the piano bag, put the piano on the table, and lit an incense stick. The room was filled with the faint aroma of sandalwood, and the clear smoke drifted, which immediately caused the dusty heart to disperse and the spiritual heart to be diffused. The environment of this simple guest room suddenly became quiet and elegant, and I couldn't help but calm down and concentrate.

The scholar sat at the table, the moonlight filtering in through the window lattice and falling on his slender fingers, warm and soft. The guqin was placed in front of him, its strings as white as jade exuding a faint luster.

When the piano boy saw the scholar stroking the strings, he sighed secretly and stood aside with his hands down.

I saw the scholar gently stroking the strings of the guqin, feeling its delicate touch. His fingertips flicked gently on the strings, as if touching a heartstring, and seemed to be integrated with the sound of the piano. He closed his eyes and was immersed in the world of Guqin music.

The fingertips brushed against the strings, making a faint and crisp sound, just like the wind blowing through the pine waves, and the faint sound of the piano filled the whole room. The tune is melodious and ups and downs, like a breeze blowing the soul. A peaceful smile appeared on the scholar's face, as if he and the guqin had a deep connection.

After playing a piece of music, the piano boy thought to himself that it was indeed useful to spend so much money to hire a piano master to teach him! Furthermore, this disciple's qualifications are not bad, and he plays the piano very emotionally. So he nodded slightly and pretended to clap his hands: "Good song! Good song! Ah Lang plays better than before!"

Seeing the piano boy nodding and applauding, the scholar smiled slightly, turned around and said to the scholar: "Zong Dan, you are in a good mood today. Come and play a song with me."