The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

In the early morning, the spring sunshine shines on the eaves of Pujiu Temple early in the morning, and also shines on Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's room in the west wing.

Mrs. Cui got up early and was sitting alone in the room, thinking to herself. The day before, she gave the elder of Pujiu Temple a sum of money to use for Cui Xiangguo's religious services, but there was no reply. I don't know what happened. What's going on? Then he shouted loudly: "Matchmaker, Matchmaker!"

"Hey, here we come!" A crisp response sounded, and after a while, a red figure flashed in. He walked up to Mrs. Cui Xiangguo, lowered his head and said, "Madam, what are your orders?" It was exactly that. Matchmaker.

When Mrs. Cui Xiangguo saw that the maid had tidied up early in the morning and her makeup was neat, she felt satisfied and said, "Matchmaker, has Yingying gotten up?"

"Well, the little lady is awake. She hasn't gotten up yet." The matchmaker replied, "But I will be ready to serve the little lady right away. As soon as I hear you call me, I will come here as soon as possible."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo lowered her eyelids and said calmly: "Well, okay, you little servant is very sharp-tongued. If you find out nonsense from now on, let's see if I don't tear your mouth apart!"

"Don't dare, madam, how can I have the courage!" The matchmaker quickly knelt down and defended anxiously.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo just wanted to establish her authority. She didn't kneel down when she came to see her all morning. She wanted to shake the world! Clearing her throat again, the matchmaker understood, quickly made a cup of fragrant tea and served it, and continued to kneel.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo opened the lid of the tea bowl, put aside the powder, took a sip, and said: "Ask me, ask the elder, when can I do the ritual for Cui Xiangguo? The money has already been given to him. I just wait for him to purchase the items and reply to me."

"Yes, madam!" The matchmaker knelt on the ground and whispered, "Madam, I will go ask the elder now. Come back and wait for Yingying to get up."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo nodded and said, "Well, go quickly!"

The matchmaker quickly stood up, turned around and left, leaving the west chamber and heading towards the elder abbot.

Among the abbots, there was a meeting early in the morning, and the elder Faben was calling the monk Fa Cong: "Fa Cong, I went out to fast yesterday, but did anyone come to see me?"

"Yes, Master, you came back late yesterday, and I didn't have time to report to you." Fa Cong clasped his hands and lowered his head and said, "Yesterday afternoon, a scholar came, saying he was from Xiluo, and came specially to see Master. You are not in the temple. , and he went back."

Farben nodded and said: "Oh, the scholar from Xiluo. Well, you go and watch outside the mountain gate. If the scholar comes again today, tell me quickly."

"Yes, Master!" Fa Cong replied carefully, turned around and left the abbot, and also went to give instructions to the novice monk. When he saw the scholar, he immediately reported it.

The scholar coughed in the guest room when it was still light. The piano boy waiting outside the door quickly opened the door and came in to help Zhang Sheng get up.

After Zhang Sheng finished washing, Qin Tong quickly served breakfast. Zhang Sheng thought about the female Bodhisattva all night, and met the female Bodhisattva Wushan in his dreams. The breakfast was tasteless, and he stopped eating after eating half.

Just at this moment, the morning bell of Pujiu Temple came outside the window, and the sound echoed in the hearts of Zhang Sheng and Qintong.

Zhang Sheng put down his chopsticks with a bang and said: "Dog, no, Zong Dan, please clean up quickly, we are going to Pujiu Temple now!"

"So early?" Qin Tong asked curiously. Usually, Zhang Sheng doesn't get up until three o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, breakfast was prepared early today, otherwise he would have been scolded again.

Zhang Sheng stared out the window in the direction of Pujiu Temple and said: "Yesterday I met that little lady and Bodhisattva, who looked after me very much. Today I will go to Pujiu Temple early to ask the elders to borrow a monk's room and review my studies in the morning and evening. Classics and history. If I see that little lady coming out, I will definitely watch her for a while to relieve my pain of lovesickness."

"Okay, I'll pack up and we can set off soon." Qin Tong is also thinking about the matchmaker. If you Zhang Sheng can see Yingying, I, Qin Tong, will naturally be able to meet the matchmaker, so it won't be too late.

So I quickly packed up, took the white horse, and headed out.

When the doctor saw him, he came forward and said with a smile: "Oh, the champion is going out early in the morning? Where are he going?"

Qintong said with a smile: "Yesterday you said that Pujiu Temple is very easy to play, and as expected, my husband didn't play enough yesterday, so he will go play again today."

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Okay, okay, I think the champion is destined to be a Buddha. Hahaha!"

Stepping out of the store, Qintong helped Zhang Sheng onto the horse. Zhang Sheng was impatient and pulled the reins. He didn't want Qintong to lead the horse. He flicked the reins and threw it on the horse's neck with a "slap".

The horse felt pain, spread its hooves, and ran out of the city.

Qintong shook his head and thought: "This man is so impatient!" He quickly tried his best to catch up.

Rushing to the city gate, the soldiers guarding the gate recognized Zhang Sheng. When they saw the horse carrying him running out, they winked at each other and asked someone to report to their superiors.

Zhang Sheng rode his horse out of the city and saw the pleasant spring scenery outside the city. He reined in the reins, stopped the horse, and began to shake his head and recite a poem: "The reeds in the ice-covered fields are short, and the branches of willows are low in spring." Hey, should I use 'field' or 'field'?" Then he started thinking about it on his horse.

Qintong followed closely and saw a few soldiers whispering at the city gate, and another soldier hurriedly ran to the city tower. After running out of the city gate, I looked back. On the top of the city, there were soldiers staring at the direction Zhang Sheng was leaving, and then disappeared at the crenel.

The piano boy turned around and continued to chase the scholar, feeling shocked and confused. After running not far, I finally saw Zhang Sheng stopping his horse and reciting poems. He hurriedly took a few steps, ran to the horse, held the reins, took a few breaths, and said: "Mr. Lang, don't be anxious. We are not far away. We have been waiting all night, and it will not take more than an hour and a half."

"Well, okay, then you can hold the horse." Zhang Sheng nodded and said, "Just in time, the morning light is shining slightly here, and the scenery is different from yesterday afternoon. It's worth a look."

The piano boy responded, pulled up the reins, led the horse and walked slowly, and said: "Mr. Lang, this spring scenery is sultry, with goose yellow and tender willows, and colorful purples and reds. Doesn't it look like it has offended the little ladies along the way?"

At this time, Zhang Sheng only thought about Yingying and had already forgotten about other young ladies. Hearing Qintong talk about it, he said: "Zongdan, let me tell you, don't talk about this matter in front of the female Bodhisattva in the future. Let him go with all the nonsense he did before. From now on, when I belong to my heart, it will all be given to the little lady Yingying!"

After that, he remembered something again and said, "When you go back, you need to take out all the dozens of peach blossoms."

Qintong didn't know what he wanted to do, so he asked, "What do you want?"

The scholar lowered his head and thought for a while, his throat moved, then he looked up in the direction of Puji Temple, waved the fan in his hand downwards resolutely, and said: "Next time you pass by this place, go and dig a tree under the willow tree by the river. Bury it!"

Qintong asked curiously: "Mr. Sir, from now on, don't you have to smell the incense and miss your beautiful lady at night?"

"Hey, now my heart is full of the little lady Yingying and the Bodhisattva. Who are the other beauties? I don't have time to think about them." Zhang Sheng still stared into the distance and said slowly, "You can just bury them all. Just leave me a brand new piece of snow-white fragrant grass!”