The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

When Zhang Sheng heard Yingying's exclamation, he immediately stopped his hand, held back the folding fan that was hitting the piano boy, opened it with a "swish", shook it gently, and turned to look at Yingying, with concern in his eyes. color.

Yingying's face turned red, she glanced at Zhang Sheng again, quickly closed her eyes, and continued to pray, but her heart was racing and she couldn't calm down for a while.

In the Buddhist hall, candlelight flickered, incense smoke curled up, and everyone prayed in a pious atmosphere. Yingying closed her eyes and recited the scriptures silently, focusing her mind on it, feeling the peace and tranquility in her heart. She believed that the Buddha would listen to her wishes and give her blessings and protection. But from time to time, distracting thoughts arise, and those distracting thoughts are Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng stood next to Yingying, seemingly very pious. He knew Yingying's belief in Buddhism, and in order to please her, he deliberately behaved like a pious gentleman, with a compassionate and dignified appearance.

Seeing that Yingying continued to close her eyes and recite the prayer, Zhang Sheng stared at it for a while, then reluctantly turned around, remembering that he hadn't hit the piano boy just now, he couldn't help but feel angry, and dragged the piano boy away. The child was pulled to a corner of the Buddhist hall, and looked back at Yingying. Seeing that even if Yingying opened her eyes, she avoided Yingying's gaze, so she put away her folding fan and looked at the piano boy without any scruples. Pull away.

The piano boy raised his hands to try to block the blows from Zhang Sheng's folding fan, and silently endured the punishment from his master Zhang Sheng. He tried his best to hold back the pain and did not dare to make a sound. He knew that in this world, there was a difference between master and servant. As a slave, he could only obey his master's instructions, whether it was rewards or punishments.

The matchmaker was busy serving the three masters of the Cui family at the Buddhist temple, but she secretly glanced at the piano boy from time to time. Suddenly she saw Zhang Sheng dragging the piano boy away. Knowing that it was not good, she stepped out. After a few steps, Zhang Sheng was seen dragging the piano boy into the corner and disappeared. However, he heard the sound of crackling, and saw the shadow of the candle swaying. In the shadow reflected, a tall and strong black figure waved his hand. He picked up a long object and whipped the other thin and short black figure who was curled up hard.

The matchmaker's heart tightened. This must be the stupid scholar beating the piano boy. Hearing the sound of painful blows, she couldn't help shouting: "Stop!" After shouting, she suddenly felt something was wrong. This disturbed Yingying. After Yingying recited her prayer, she couldn't help but turn her head and cast her eyes on Yingying.

Yingying opened her eyes and looked unhappy. Turning his head, his almond-shaped eyes widened, he gave the matchmaker a fierce look.

The matchmaker was startled and quickly lowered her head to show that she knew she was wrong and should not shout in the Buddhist temple. But he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the corner where Zhang Sheng was beating the piano boy. I saw the black shadow there, still beating, once, twice, three times...

When Yingying saw the matchmaker looking away, she followed the matchmaker's gaze and saw the black shadow hitting another black shadow. Thinking of seeing Zhang Shang want to wave the folding fan just now, she suddenly understood in her heart that this must be Zhang Sheng's piano boy was lazy and playful. As the master, Zhang Sheng couldn't help but discipline his slave. What's the fuss about this? Do you need to mind your own business? I think this matchmaker came here to fight for that slave, huh! It seems that I still don’t discipline enough! I have to be like this student and discipline him strictly!

Thinking of this, Yingying couldn't help but put down her hands that were clasped together in prayer, and reached out to the matchmaker.

The matchmaker couldn't help but look at the piano boy, feeling heartbroken, but then she felt a sharp pain, and she realized that Yingying had pinched her arm hard. Looking back, I saw a fierce light flashing in Yingying's eyes. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, her face was full of arrogance and majesty, showing her arrogance as a master to the matchmaker.

The matchmaker was in so much pain that she almost couldn't help shouting, but she held it back and didn't dare to complain at all. She understands Yingying's nature and knows that she is an arrogant and cruel master. She could only endure it all silently, without daring to make any resistance.

Yingying pinched the matchmaker's arm with her fingers and twisted it tightly. The matchmaker endured severe pain and her face was twisted, but she did not dare to cry out in pain and could only swallow her anger. Yingying felt proud and felt that it was natural for the matchmaker to be afraid of her. Only then did he let go.

Over there, Zhang Sheng was also tired from the beating. He stopped, straightened his clothes that were torn apart with too much force, and dragged the piano boy out of the corner, but he caught Yingying's gaze directed towards him.

Zhang Sheng was a little embarrassed, so he let go of Qin Tong's hand and coughed slightly, trying to cover it up.

Yingying smiled slightly and said, "Sir, you don't have to be like this."

Zhang Sheng murmured: "Well, I don't want to beat him, but he is disobedient. You know, I really can't do anything, so I made this move."

"Sir, you're right!" Yingying said with a smile, "I mean, sir, you shouldn't feel embarrassed. These talking animals should be punished if they don't obey." After saying that, she turned to look at the matchmaker coldly. , said, "This humble servant like me has to be punished from time to time before she is willing to obey."

The matchmaker hurriedly knelt down and said: "Little lady, the matchmaker is wrong. Please don't punish me in the future. I, I feel pain..."

"It hurts!" Yingying smiled coldly and said, "If it doesn't hurt, can you have a long memory?"

He turned around and stared at Zhang Sheng again, his eyes full of admiration. He turned around, closed his eyes again, and began to pray.

Yingying continued to chant sutras, with more and more distracting thoughts in her heart. She tried to calm herself down, but her control over the matchmaker made her feel happy. She felt that she was in complete control of the matchmaker's destiny, which gave her an immense sense of satisfaction.

Zhang Sheng felt very happy when he saw Yingying consoling him like this. He turned around and waved to Qintong to quickly pack up the incense candles and clean up the ashes. He also stood next to Yingying, lowered his head and began to pray, but kept stealing glances at Yingying's profile. That delicate face looked particularly moving under the candlelight.

Qintong gently caressed the sore flesh from Zhang Sheng's beating, feeling sad in his heart. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward to take care of the incense candle. Thinking of the matchmaker's previous cry, warmth suddenly filled his heart, and the pain seemed to have eased a bit. Looking back, he saw the matchmaker standing behind Yingying, looking at him with concern. He couldn't help but smile at the matchmaker and nodded to indicate that he was fine.

Tears flashed in the matchmaker's eyes. Not only was she pinched by Yingying, but she also felt distressed that the piano boy was beaten by this stupid scholar. She thought again: "I don't know how my brother was injured when he saved me before. Is it scabbed? Does the dressing need to be changed? "

So he stretched out his hand and made a gesture under his ribs, frowning slightly, full of doubts.

Qintong understood, grinned, shook his head, indicating that it didn't matter, don't worry. The matchmaker finally calmed down, thinking about Qin Tong and nodding with a smile, the blush on her face flew up, she quickly lowered her head and went to serve her master.

Yingying closed her eyes and chanted sutras, but she felt someone was looking at her. She felt a little uneasy, but she didn't dare to open her eyes for fear of being discovered by her distracting thoughts. She could only force herself to focus on chanting sutras and try to eliminate distracting thoughts in her mind.

Zhang Sheng secretly looked at Yingying's profile, feeling uneasy in his heart. He didn't know why he was so obsessed with this woman. He was once a confident and elegant young talent, but in front of Yingying, he became weak and did not dare to show his true self.

Yingying's beauty and nobility daunted him, and he felt that he could never match her. But at the same time, he was unwilling to give up this illusory longing and his desire for her.

Yingying's chanting with her eyes closed made him feel excited. Her demure look, like a blooming lotus, made him feel relaxed and happy.

Yingying's chanting gradually became calmer, and she gradually found inner peace. However, at the same time, she still felt Zhang Sheng's eyes constantly looking at her. There was some conflict in her heart. On the one hand, she hoped that Zhang Sheng could treat her sincerely, but on the other hand, she did not want him to see her fragility and distracting thoughts.

After chanting prayers for a long time, I suddenly heard the sound of roosters crowing, and it was already dawn.

Yingying opened her eyes and saw Zhang Sheng busy lighting candles and burning incense. She was moved and stared at Zhang Sheng's busy and clumsy back. She softly sighed to the matchmaker beside her: "Matchmaker, look at that scholar. Been busy all night!"