The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

But seeing Zhang Sheng thinking: "Although I am not as good as Sima Xiangru, I think this young lady Yingying is quite like Zhuo Wenjun. I might as well write a quatrain poem and see how the young lady reacts."

So he chanted loudly: "The moonlight is melting in the night, and the flowers are still in the shadows in the spring. How can I see the bright soul without seeing the man in the moon?"

Yingying was startled and said to the matchmaker: "Hey, why is there someone reciting poetry in the corner over there?"

The matchmaker naturally heard it, and after careful explanation, she said with a smile: "Sister, I heard this voice is the one I told you, the 23-year-old stupid nerd who has not yet married a wife." But she thought in her heart: "This nerd is here, I wonder if my Zongdan brother is also here?" Then he looked towards the poetry reciting place.

When the piano boy heard the matchmaker calling her sister affectionately, he thought: "I think it is a helpless thing for the matchmaker to serve Cui Yingying and say something to please her. Otherwise, wouldn't it be that this little lady from Cui Xiangguo's mansion will always be here?" The punishment is just a pinch of the flesh." Thinking of this, I felt a little calmer and looked towards the place where the matchmaker was speaking. I saw the matchmaker waiting beside Cui Yingying, her eyes looking here, her eyes full of expectation. , couldn't look away for a while.

But I saw Yingying nodded slightly, with a look of approval on her face, and said: "This poem sounds elegant and elegant, with neat words and well-chosen words, which is quite refreshing."

Seeing the darkness in the depths of the garden, the matchmaker found no scholar or piano boy. She turned to the side and smiled: "Hey, you two seem to be destined. Sister, you should write a poem with me."

"Let me give it a try and make a corresponding poem according to the rhyme of this poem." Yingying did not object and lowered her head to think.

Qintong heard that the matchmaker actually helped Yingying. Although it inadvertently echoed his own plan, he still felt uncomfortable when he thought of what the matchmaker had just said. Instead of looking at the two of them, he looked around the garden carefully.

Yingying didn't get angry when she heard the matchmaker joking beside her. She thought for a moment and then said: "Lan Gui has been lonely for a long time and spent her youth with nothing to do. It is expected that a wandering singer should sigh with pity."

After Zhang Sheng heard this, he was secretly happy and thought: "I didn't expect that he responded quite quickly!"

Then he thought: "Before, in the Buddhist temple, this little lady suddenly saw me with a hateful expression on her face. Unexpectedly, she was so knowledgeable and reasonable in her heart. She could write a poem in seven steps. She is really a smart person. I am The poem was just recently written, and the little lady Yingying was able to respond to it immediately, and every word was a heartfelt statement, which was enjoyable to listen to. The sentences were clear and beautiful, and the melody was frivolous. No wonder the little lady’s name is Yingying. . If the little lady and I can meet each other secretly like this, singing poems through the wall until dawn, then it will prove the old saying of 'sympathizing with each other'!"

Qintong looked around the garden and found nothing unusual. He saw Zhang Sheng standing in front of him, looking obsessed, but did not move. He shook his head unconsciously, took a few steps forward, and whispered in Zhang Sheng's ear. He said, "Why are you still standing there stupidly when you have such a good opportunity? Why don't you rush over quickly and see what your female Bodhisattva will say!" He stretched out his hand and pushed Zhang Sheng forward gently.

Zhang Sheng heard Qin Tong's whisper and nodded slightly. He was about to take a step when he was pushed by Qin Tong. He took a few steps forward and rushed in front of Yingying.

From the corner of the garden, Yingying saw a cyan shadow flash out from the shadows, walking quickly towards her, and suddenly stopped in front of her and stood still. Taking a closer look, he saw a white-faced scholar, smiling cautiously and making a bow.

Yingying was shocked and a little shy, so she quickly turned sideways and did not receive his bow. In panic, blush flew up from his face, he felt his breathing was short, and his heart seemed to jump out of his throat.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do, so I couldn't help but look at the matchmaker beside me for help.

When the matchmaker saw Yingying, her eyes were full of shyness, and she kept winking at her, shaking her head slightly, and licking her lips at the west wing. He nodded, indicating that he understood, pulled Yingying behind him, blocked Zhang Sheng, and said: "Hey, hey, hey! Why are you such a nerd again!"

Zhang Sheng had just stood still when he saw Yingying duck to the side. What suddenly appeared in front of him was the matchmaker. Just as he was about to give another gift, he heard the matchmaker say in a crisp voice: "You, don't suddenly jump out and scare me in the middle of the night." Our little lady! Who can pretend to be a scholar?"

When the matchmaker scolded Zhang Sheng like this, the piano boy screamed in his heart that something was wrong. He quickly looked around and saw that the matchmaker only saw this bookworm without Zongdan's brother beside him. He picked up Yingying and left, saying: "Sister, There is someone here, let’s go back quickly! I came out to burn incense without telling the lady, but don’t let the lady find out and blame me, that will be troublesome!”

After pulling, Yingying did not move, and she seemed unwilling to give in. However, the matchmaker put more force on her hand and pulled Yingying over again, and the two of them quickly ran into the corner door.

Zhang Sheng stayed where he was for a moment. When he saw the two people flashing into the corner door, it was too late to follow them. He could only watch the corner door being closed suddenly.

Seeing that the matchmaker had such a good opportunity, Qin Tong didn't seem to want to see him too much, and he didn't feel depressed. It seemed that his plan was still far away from success. He sighed softly in his heart and his eyes fell on Zhang Sheng.

I saw Zhang Sheng lost his mind, stamped his feet, clapped the folding fan in his hand, and said: "The matchmaker, this little cheap servant, is really ungrateful. She doesn't understand what love is at all. She only knows how to obey the master's orders."

At this time, he suddenly heard a tingling sound. Zhang Sheng was suddenly startled. He looked up and saw that it was Zhang Sheng's flapping sound that disturbed the birds sleeping in the garden. The birds flew up into the air, flapped their wings, and flew into the sky. The flower tips were trembling, and the shadows of the flowers under the moonlight also trembled. For a while, the red petals were scattered all over the path.

"Little lady, you just left like that!" Zhang Sheng said in a daze: "What do you want me to do?"

Qintong frowned slightly. This Junrui only knew how to blame others, so why didn't he seize the opportunity? Suddenly I thought that what happened today seemed a bit strange, so I looked around again.

How did Zhang Sheng know this? He was still beating his chest and pitying himself: "Hey, little lady, you just left me like this, in this garden with the green moss and dew, and the bright moonlight among the flowers. I feel lonely and desolate during the day. The wasted delay makes me sick, but tonight I miss you even more."

Qin Tong let Zhang Sheng talk to himself there, his eyes constantly looking around, and suddenly he noticed that there seemed to be a strange shadow at the moon gate of the entrance.

Then I heard Zhang Sheng continue to murmur to himself: "The curtains have been lowered and the door has been closed. Just now I recited poems and asked each other quietly, and received a gentle response from the young lady. The moon is bright and the wind is clear. It is already the second watch. Hey, my little lady has no chance with me, I am so unlucky!"

Qintong slowly retreated to the corner, and moved slowly towards the moon gate close to the corner, when he saw that the strange shadow seemed to move.