The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Fa Ben was quite graceful. He smiled and twirled his white beard and said: "Next to the pagoda courtyard, close to the west wing, there happens to be a room. It is quite clean and refreshing, just right for Mr. to settle down. Now I have asked the novice monk Go and clean up, sir, you can come over anytime."

Zhang Sheng smiled happily, raised his hands and saluted: "Thank you, Master! Xiaosheng had a verbal conflict before, but Master can ignore the past grudges. He is really a great monk. There are many adults! Xiaosheng will go back to the store to move."

Farben smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Let's go after eating."

"Then please prepare a fast meal, master. Xiaosheng will come after picking up his luggage." Zhang Sheng thanked him.

Dharma Ben nodded and said: "In this case, the old monk is going to fast. Sir, you must come after you have taken it."

Zhang Sheng and Qintong left Pujiu Temple. Qintong helped Zhang Sheng onto his horse and went to the Zhuangyuan Store in the city.

Seeing the quietness all the way, Zhang Sheng couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, if this is in the Zhuangyuan Store, then it is in Hezhongfu City. Everywhere is busy and there are good places to relax. Move to this Pujiu Temple. If you live quietly, how can you live in such a miserable place!"

Qintong held the horse beside him and said with a smile: "Mr. Lang, don't you want to see your female Bodhisattva? Why are you still thinking about the colorful world in the city?"

"Hey, when I live in this temple, the courtyard is deep, the pillows and bamboo mats are cold, and a lone lamp shines on my lonely figure swaying in the study, lingering with unspeakable lovesickness." Zhang Sheng said to himself dreamily on the horse He said to himself, "Even if I can study and achieve what I want, and become famous, how can I cope with this long night! If I can't sleep at night, I have to toss and turn, at least I have to sigh ten thousand times, and beat the bed five thousand times. Knock on the pillow!”

Qintong shook his head when he heard this and thought to himself: "What a Junrui you are! I don't know how you read with all your knowledge?"

The two of them entered the city, drove away the beggars along the way, stopped the doctor who was soliciting customers, pushed away the girl leaning on the door, and then came to the Zhuangyuan shop. Zhang Sheng urged the piano boy to quickly pack his luggage and lead the white horse. Check out with dr.

When the doctor saw it was Zhang Sheng, he was a little surprised and said, "Huh? Didn't the Zhuang Yuan Lang just come to this city in the middle of the river yesterday? Why is he leaving today? The Zhuang Yuan Lang no longer visits the various scenery in and outside the city. ?"

"It's what you said yesterday, doctor, that Pujiu Temple is the only place here that is good for fun. My Number One Scholar went to visit yesterday. It is indeed a good place and is very considerate of my Number One Scholar." Qintong said with a smile, "So my Number One Scholar I have decided not to live here anymore, so I just went to Pujiu Temple today to borrow a monk's room to study."

The doctor was very upset after hearing this. Yesterday he vowed that only this Pujiu Temple was fun, but now he has lost his business. Otherwise, wouldn't it be unsafe for this rich man to live in this shop for ten days and a half? Earn, hey, I just blame myself for being greedy for a few small coins and losing a big income, and I feel sad. However, he still said to Zhang Sheng: "Master Zhuangyuan, the monk's room is cold and miserable. If you can't get used to it, remember to come back to our Zhuangyuan Inn!"

Zhang Sheng laughed and said: "Okay, okay!" He quickly walked out of the store, got on the white horse, and went to Pujiu Temple.

Along the way, Zhang Sheng was thinking about Yingying again, and only murmured: "Hey, that shy and gentle little lady is as beautiful as a flower. I suddenly met her and couldn't remember how pretty she looked. I had no choice but to hold my chin with my hand and slowly think about my little female Bodhisattva, Yingying."

There was a hint of teasing on Qintong's face. It seemed that the scholar was really stuck. Unconsciously, I also felt something in my heart. Don't I miss the matchmaker in the same way? Matchmaker sister, what are you doing now? Have you ever been bullied by that Yingying again?

At this time, the matchmaker had just finished reporting to Mrs. Cui Xiangguo. She came out of the house and hurried to Yingying's house. She had to tell Yingying one by one about these things.

Yingying was a little bored in the room, thinking: "My mother ordered the matchmaker to ask the elder about the rituals. I don't know what happened. This little bitch didn't come to my place to give me a reply. I really don't know how high the sky is!" But she saw the matchmaker coming from behind. He hurriedly stepped in from outside the door.

Yingying watched the matchmaker come in with a gentle expression, stood next to her, lowered her head and said, "My dear lady, I just came out of the madam's room."

Yingying smiled, stretched out her hand, and pinched the matchmaker's arm hard. The matchmaker frowned in pain, but Yingying did not let go and said with a smile: "What's wrong? You little bitch? Do you know it hurts?"

The matchmaker bit her lip and said tremblingly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt!"

"What? It doesn't hurt?" Yingying smiled again, "Then you little bitch, are you saying that I have no strength?" She put more force on her hand.

The matchmaker let out a soft cry: "Ah, it hurts! Little lady! You pinched it right! It's my fault that you are a lowly maid. I came back late." She couldn't help but fell to her knees.

Only then did Yingying let go of her hands, put her hands on her hips and looked down at the matchmaker, and said, "I asked you, a little bitch, to ask the elders when you performed the ritual for my father, and how did it go?"

"The matchmaker just replied to my wife's words, and was about to reply to my sister's words." The matchmaker gently stroked the arm that was pinched by Yingying, and whispered: "On February [-]th, please madam and sister go to the Buddhist temple to burn incense."

Yingying hummed but didn't answer. The matchmaker was afraid that if she didn't get her way, she would pinch herself again, so she quickly stood up and said, "Sister, you don't know, let me tell you something funny."

Yingying glanced sideways at the matchmaker and said disdainfully: "Hmph, can you have anything funny to say?"

"Sister, do you still remember the scholar we saw in the temple yesterday?" The matchmaker glanced at Yingying secretly and said, "He is also among the abbots today. He is really ridiculous. He found an excuse to go out first. Then she was waiting for the matchmaker on the way. When she saw me, she bowed deeply to me, sang a song and said: "The young man's surname is Zhang, his given name is Gong, and his courtesy name is Junrui. His native place is Xiluo. He is only 23 years old this year." , was born on the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, and has never married...'Hehe, sister, do you think it's funny? It seems like someone asked him."

The matchmaker looked at Yingying again, and saw a smile on Yingying's lips. She was not disgusted, so she said again: "The scholar also asked: 'Is this young lady the concubine of the young lady Yingying?' Does Miss Ying come out often? I was robbed by the matchmaker, so I came back. Sister, I don’t know what this person is thinking, there is such a fool in the world! Hahaha!" I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Come.

Yingying smiled slightly and said, "Matchmaker, don't tell Madam, otherwise..." She stretched out her hand and pinched it in the air.

"No, no, no! The matchmaker doesn't dare, the matchmaker won't say anything!" The matchmaker was startled, took half a step back, and whispered.

Yingying saw that the matchmaker was scared, so she smiled and said, "Okay, that's good. It's getting late. You go and arrange the incense table, and we go to the garden to burn incense."