The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

When Zhang Sheng saw the beautiful and smiling young lady just now, a flash of anger suddenly appeared on his face, and his eyes flashed with determination. He blurted out a series of words like a barrage of words, which left Zhang Sheng speechless. He didn't know what to do, and there was a look on his face. His face was confused.

Behind Zhang Sheng, the piano boy saw the matchmaker's eyes wide open and scolded Zhang Sheng angrily. He praised in his heart: "What a fierce little lady!" Unconsciously, he raised his hands and clapped them to show his appreciation. His face was full of praise. The color of surprise.

The matchmaker saw that Zhang Sheng was panicking, but the piano boy's brother silently clapped his hands behind him and praised him. He looked happy and felt a little sweet in his heart, thinking: "This Zhang Sheng must be pampered and used to picking up flowers and messing around. He is used to bullying his brother on a regular basis. I Scold him well today and vent your anger for my brother!"

Then he continued to say sternly: "My wife, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo, has always been strict and solemn in running the house, and her conduct is pure and pure. There is no boy over five feet tall in the inner house who answers the door. Those who are twelve or thirteen years old dare not step in unless called upon. Nave.”

Zhang Sheng listened awkwardly, not daring to refute, and it was difficult to answer. His face turned red and white, so he had to hold the folded fan in one hand behind his back and wave it hard at the piano boy, trying to make the piano boy think about it. Method.

The piano boy saw the funny thing and ignored him. He continued to encourage the matchmaker with his thumbs up, and his face blossomed into a smile.

The matchmaker was secretly happy when she saw the piano boy smiling happily, but she still looked at Zhang Sheng with a frosty expression on her face, and said: "Once before, Yingying sneaked out of the boudoir, and Mrs. Cui Xiangguo saw her, and called Yingying over He ordered her to stand in the courtyard and scolded her: "You are a woman. If you leave the boudoir without saying a word, if you meet a tourist or a young monk and see it privately, wouldn't you be humiliating yourself?" Yingying Station He apologized and said: "From now on, I will definitely change my ways and never dare to do it again." She is the biological daughter of the old lady. If this is the case, let alone servants like us."

When Zhang Sheng heard the matchmaker talking about Yingying, his ears pricked up and a look of longing appeared on his face.

Seeing him like this, Qintong was helpless and smiled at the matchmaker and shook his head.

The matchmaker was full of contempt for the philandering scholar. When she saw the piano boy shaking his head, she nodded, winked at the piano boy, and shouted to Zhang Sheng: "Sir, he learned the way of the previous kings and respected the courtesy of the Duke of Zhou. , you should know, why should you pay more attention to things that have nothing to do with you? You met me today. You are lucky, and I will spare you. If Mrs. Cui Xiangguo finds out about this, I will never let it go with you! From now on, please remember to me: ask what you should ask, and don’t talk nonsense about what you shouldn’t! Otherwise, I want you to look good!"

After the matchmaker finished speaking, a blush appeared on her pretty face. She was both angry at the scholar's rudeness and shy at venting her anger on the piano boy. He raised his head and glanced at Qintong again, his eyes flashing with joy.

The piano boy was very excited behind Zhang Sheng, raising his fists above his head, cheering silently for the matchmaker, smiling from ear to ear.

The matchmaker was secretly happy and wanted to see the piano boy one more time, but she also thought about rushing back to the madam. She struggled in her heart and thought that my brother would have a way to see me again, so she said, "I'm going back to the west wing." ." He turned around and left. Before leaving, he looked back at Qin Tong, lowered his head, and went to the west wing.

At this time, Zhang Sheng looked at the matchmaker's petite back infatuatedly, walking through the flowers, turning around the moon gate, and suddenly disappeared. Then he calmed down, opened the folding fan with a "snap", and fanned while thinking about it, Said: "Dog, no, Zong Dan, look how cute this little matchmaker is. Her owner is the little lady Yingying, who is ten thousand times more beautiful than this matchmaker!"

Qintong laughed and said, "Mr. Lang, don't be too infatuated!"

"Hey, after hearing what the matchmaker said, I feel really melancholy!" Zhang Sheng said with a sad face, "Listen to what the matchmaker said, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo has always been strict and solemn in running the house, and her conduct is pure and pure. There are people in the inner house. There is no boy taller than five feet who answers the door. Those who are twelve or thirteen years old dare not step into the central hall unless called?' That's what I think, Yingying, you are so afraid of your old mother, little lady! You You shouldn’t have been seen by your mother when you were leaving!”

Qintong smiled behind Zhang Sheng and said, "Hey, okay, why are you scolding someone! That's your future mother-in-law!"

"Go to hell, you bitch slave!" Zhang Shenghun didn't care and continued to talk to himself, "How can I make my heart fly? The fiery love fills my heart and provokes my liver and intestines. If in this life It is rare to have a lover, that is, the incense burnt in the previous life has its head cut off. If I have the chance, I will hold it in the palm of my hand, keep it tender in my heart, and support it on my eyelids."

The piano boy got goosebumps all over his body after hearing this, and said: "Okay, okay, stop being so numb!"

Zhang Sheng was completely immersed in his own world, and continued to murmur to himself: "At first, Wushan was as far away as the sky, but now I heard that it was on the other side of Wushan. Although my body was standing in the corridor, my soul was still there. I don’t know where I have flown to for a long time. I originally wanted to ask the matchmaker to help me convey my love to Yingying, but I was afraid that her mother would find out about the love affair. Mrs. Cui Xiangguo was afraid that her daughter would be full of love, so she blamed others. The yellow orioles are in pairs, and the white butterflies in the west are in pairs."

"Hey, the more you talk, the more nonsense you get! Lang Jun, just save it!" Qintong shook his head behind Zhang Sheng and frowned.

Zhang Shengwu muttered to himself: "Young lady, you are young and have a tough temper. If I, Zhang Sheng, can stay by your side, my dear lady, you will no longer be interested in handsome men when we first meet, and you will be determined when we meet." I'm in love! As soon as I get the romantic look, I will become a gentle son-in-law. I'm afraid of anything that can restrain your mother-in-law!"

"Oh, Mr. Lang, you are so good at obscenity! Wake up, wake up!" Qin Tong couldn't help but pat Zhang Sheng on the back.

Zhang Sheng remained unmoved and continued to talk to himself: "Old Mrs. Cui Xiangguo is too worried! I, Zhang Sheng, think that the young lady Yingying and I are a match made in heaven! Yingying, don't be stupid. I'm stupidly waiting for my eyebrows to fade, thinking about a man like Zhang Chang coming to paint you; don't wait in the drifting spring scenery, thinking about a man like Ruan Lang who gets married to a beautiful woman. I'm not bragging, Yingying has In terms of character, speech, beauty, and appearance, I also have the virtues advocated by Confucianism such as gentleness, kindness, seriousness, and frugality.”

"Yes, but you don't have the five virtues of 'gentleness, courtesy, thrift and yielding'? Lang Jun, you lack humility!" Qin Tong sighed and said helplessly.

Zhang Sheng also ignored Qintong and continued to monologue: "I only think about Yingying's lightly painted eyebrows, her pretty face lightly made up, the powder applied on her neck, her green skirt embroidered with mandarin ducks, revealing the tiny golden lotus. Little feet, red sleeves embroidered with Luan birds showing slender fingers like jade bamboo shoots. How can I not think about it even if I don’t want to think about it: Yingying, your charm that covered the sky for a long time made me pick up all kinds of things. I miss you!"

"Okay, okay, Lang Jun! We haven't gone to say goodbye to Master Faben yet!" Qintong shuddered after hearing this, picked up Zhang Sheng and went to the abbot.

After seeing the Dharma book, Zhang Sheng immediately saluted with a smile on his face and asked: "Xiaosheng, may I ask Master, where is the room that I agreed on?" I'm afraid that his words were conflicting just now. It would be difficult for the old monk to break his promise and get rich. .