The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

The piano boy had been arguing with the scholar before, but when he heard the scholar calling his name, he couldn't help but shudder. The disciple didn't know what tricks he was going to make, but he had to obey. He waved his hands and said: "Alang There are still so many clothes that have not been washed, and the horse needs to be fed some fodder, so I won’t make a fool of myself.”

The scholar stood up, pulled the piano boy over, pressed him on the chair, and said, "If you are asked to play, you will play. When I was lazy when I was young, you would always help me play the sounds for my grandma to listen to." When you arrive, you won’t care about me anymore. Besides, you were sold into my Zhang family as a slave, and it wasn’t because your grandma and grandma who dug the land said that you could actually play the piano, read and play chess, so my grandma urged my grandpa to sell it to you. You bought it."

Seeing that he couldn't evade the offer, Qin Tong was heartbroken and decided to fool him quickly so that he could eat the cake. So he raised his hand and pressed it on the piano.

The piano boy gently caressed the strings of the guqin, and the delicate and familiar touch conveyed a refreshing feeling. The piano boy's fingertips trembled, and he couldn't help but caress the strings. The strings flowed like a clear spring, emitting bursts of sweet sound, like water in a small stream, slender and smooth.

The piano boy was about to close his eyes and immerse himself in the world of guqin. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the scholar standing aside with a solemn expression and a slight frown on his face. He secretly screamed "No!"

I felt itchy for a moment, so I gave full play to my childhood skills. My fingertips danced on the strings, and a gentle and unique melody was played, like the spring breeze blowing through the weeping willows, soft and soothing. Obviously, it is much higher than the tune the scholar just played.

The piano boy was suddenly startled, and immediately changed the shape of his fingers, and began to play the following tunes in a messy manner, with pauses or stagnation in the playing, and the syllables were extremely irregular, which was very awkward when it came to his ears.

He glanced away with his peripheral vision and saw that the scholar was nodding and smiling, and played a few more verses. The piano boy couldn't listen anymore, and was about to stop, when the scholar said curiously: "Eh? Could this song be "Duan Qing"? Song? This song was composed by Cai Yong of the Han Dynasty. There are two songs, Changqing and Short Qing. They are taken from the snow, saying that their ambition is to be clean and free of dust, and that they are tired of the world and have an interest in transcending emptiness and brightness. The ambition is in the ancient times, and its interest is It is as deep as the clear and deep cold pool, and the meaning is as high as the surface of the desert. Traveling through the ages, I have the thought of Zixu Daluo, as if I was born in a feather to pay a visit to Wang Jing. I am not very skilled, but how can you do it? Playing it? The first few verses, the music is really beautiful!"

As the scholar spoke, he suddenly stood behind the piano boy, stretched out his right hand, pressed it on the piano boy's shoulder, and slowly stroked it down the shoulder. He put his right hand on the back of the piano boy's hand and said, "Zong Dan, please let me know. I'm here to caress you."

Qintong felt the scholar leaning against his back, something very solid pressing against his back. He couldn't help being frightened and angry in his heart, and shouted: "You are alone tonight, and you can have fun tomorrow. Why do you want to do the Longyang Xing with me? I don't have the habit of cutting off my sleeves like you and other powerful people!"

So he threw away the scholar's hands, looked angrily, stood up, walked quickly to the table, stared at the scholar angrily.

But he saw the scholar holding a folded folding fan in his left hand hanging in front of his belly. He was confused and confused. After a while, he finally understood what the piano boy was talking about. He shook his head unconsciously, laughed and said, "Hey hey hey! You bitch slave, What are you thinking! You are just a slave, and you still want to kill Long Yang? I am really angry at the moment, but even if I use you, I will only use you to relieve my anger, and will you be infatuated with you? Why are you so crazy!"

After a pause, he stared at Qintong's face and said, "Hey, don't tell me, you are angry, you seem to be quite handsome!"

Qin Tong was stunned, and quickly realized that he was in a hurry, and quickly lowered his head before he could change his face. Seeing that I had wronged him, I was a little embarrassed, but when I heard the scholar's contemptuous words, I felt angry and said with hatred: "Although I am a slave, you can't do this to me!"

The scholar stretched out his hand to take the long sword for self-defense, pulled out the sword, held the sword in his hand, and shouted: "You dog slave, you were bought by my Zhang family, and you think you are a human being! You are just a pig and dog, However, according to the orders of the master, everyone should do their own work and serve for hundreds of servitudes. The "Tang Code" of this dynasty states: slaves and bitches, the law is better than that of livestock; why, do you still dare to disobey the master's orders? I will kill you now According to the law, if the master kills his slave without going through the government, he only needs a hundred sticks. If the slave is guilty, the master first invites the official and then kills him, he is not guilty."

The bookboy raised his head, put on a dull and aggrieved look, and murmured: "If you try to force yourself, I will start a fight and ask the shopkeeper to report to the government to see how you, Luoxi Shangshu, Zhang Mansion, can save your face!"

"Hmph! The "Tang Code" of this dynasty has already stipulated that slaves must obey their masters and remain hidden. Except for treason and treason, based on the difference between master and subordinate, slaves are not allowed to report on their masters, otherwise they will be hanged. Report to the official? Would you like to give it a try?" The scholar pointed his sword directly at the piano boy and said solemnly.

The scholar took out a slingshot from his waist, clamped a pellet, pointed it at the scholar, and muttered: "Then try it, your sword is faster, or my slingshot is faster! The worst is possible!"

The scholar rolled his eyes and became discouraged. He dropped his sword and calmly sat down and said: "This dynasty's Law of the Tang Dynasty: slaves kill their masters, which is the 'Ten Evils' treason! Do you dare? Humph, you bitch slave! Where?" Like the book boy who worked for my brother Du Que when I was an acquaintance for eight years, he would do whatever he was asked to do!"

Qintong murmured: "Then you go to your brother Du Que and ask his book boy to relieve your anger!"

The scholar became angry, but he had no choice but to say calmly: "You and I are called master and servant, but we are actually brothers. What do you care about? Go and get me the bag containing dozens of red fragrant spring flowers and let me play with it." .”

Seeing that the piano boy was still holding on to the slingshot, he went to the luggage and rummaged through it.

The piano boy shook his head, put down his slingshot, put the long sword back into its scabbard, and said, "Don't mess around. If you mess it up, it's not my responsibility to clean it up."

The scholar smiled awkwardly, stood up and got out of the way, and Yan Ran said calmly: "Haha, okay, I let you. You and I are called masters and servants, but we are actually brothers. What's the big deal if we are noisy?"

The piano boy hummed, walked to the luggage, took out a bag, put it on the table, and said, "It's all here."

The scholar hurriedly took it, held it in his arms, and smelled the dense air.

The piano boy curled his lips, shook his head slightly, and raised his nose to show disdain. Picking up the clothes, without packing the Yaoqin, he walked out of the guest room, went to the well to fetch water, washed the clothes briefly and hung them to dry in the courtyard.

Then he washed himself, walked to the stable, and added grass to the horse, and the horse lowered its head and began to chew.

The piano boy hugged the white horse's neck and murmured: "Horse, horse, you and I bought it together at about the same time to serve this little brat. I might as well be a horse!"

The horse had grown up with the piano boy since childhood and was quite intelligent. He rubbed the horse's head against the piano boy's head, stretched out his tongue and licked the piano boy's cheek, making the piano boy giggle.

The piano boy gently stroked the horse's neck and said: "Ma, horse, don't sleep standing up. Lie down. It's cold in spring, so you can help me block the wind and cold."

The horse understood and immediately lay down, exposing its belly and letting the piano boy caress it.

The piano boy stroked the horse and said: "Ma'er, horse, you are much better than that beast. You are not a beast, you are my good brother!"

Qin Tong leaned against the soft and warm belly of the horse, feeling the warmth from the horse's belly, took out a dry biscuit, and ate it slowly. After eating, I suddenly felt sleepy. I pulled some straw to cover myself and gradually fell asleep.

In his sleep, he seemed to see his grandpa and grandma. They were dressed in rich clothes, with kind faces and open arms to him, just waiting to be embraced.

Suddenly, a blazing fire appeared behind Grandpa and Grandma, and the sound of countless swords clashing could be heard in their ears. Countless people were shouting: "Catch their whole family! Don't let them run away!"

Grandpa and grandma suddenly panicked. Instead of reaching out, they waved their hands outward and shouted: "Quick! Run away!"

The piano boy was startled and suddenly woke up. He opened his misty eyes and saw the bright light of fire outside the courtyard. It seemed that someone was holding a torch high, making the courtyard flicker with light and darkness.

When I heard someone whispering in my ear, I felt frightened and raised my head unconsciously. I also heard the store doctor saying to someone: "A fat sheep came today. It seems to be a wealthy man. He has a lot of money, so he can take it."

The interlocutor said: "Excellent, excellent! Today, my brothers are here to collect money on the orders of General Feihu. If you have the brains, General Feihu will definitely reward you if you succeed."

The doctor from the store said: "It's easy to talk about, easy to talk about."

Qin Tong was shocked: "No, this is a black shop! What should we do? Today we are in a tiger's den!"

He quickly got up, covered the horse with some straw, and said: "Horse, horse, just lie down and don't move."

He walked quietly to the room, knocked on the door, and said in a low voice: "Alang! Alang!" He only heard the rustling on the bed in the room, his breathing was rapid, but there was no response, so he had to push the door in and close the door.

"What's going on? What are you doing? I'm sleeping soundly. What do you want to do, you bitch slave?" The scholar was startled and was in a hurry, so he couldn't help scolding him.

The piano boy couldn't care less about his disgust, and reached out to hold the scholar's mouth, making a gesture of silencing him, and said: "Don't say anything, otherwise you will be dead!"