The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Zhang Sheng frowned slightly, and there was a hint of naughtiness in his tone. He looked at the elder and said: "In that case, don't scare my wife anymore. Please come to the hut where I am staying. I will fight off the thieves myself." strategy."

Cui Yingying's eyes were full of surprise. She did not expect that this young man would stand up so decisively and be so determined to her mother. She felt a little uneasy, wondering if Zhang Sheng was really capable of dealing with those fierce thieves.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo was slightly stunned. She felt the confidence and determination in Zhang Sheng's words. Although she didn't know the details of this young man, there was an inexplicable trust in her heart at this moment, as if this strange young man did possess some extraordinary power.

But this young man was a little frivolous. He said, "Don't scare my wife anymore." He hadn't even written the character yet. It was not good to be so bohemian. So he turned back to look at Cui Yingying and the matchmaker. Her eyes revealed that A touch of comfort and encouragement. She spoke slowly, her voice gentle but firm: "Yingying and Hong Niang, please take Huanlang back to the west wing first!"

Cui Yingying was a little confused after hearing her mother's words, but she felt her mother's deep meaning. She nodded slightly, looking at her mother with eyes full of gratitude and dependence.

The matchmaker was also stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that she understood what Mrs. Cui Xiangguo meant and nodded in agreement.

Yingying and Matchmaker looked at each other with a hint of surprise and emotion in their eyes. In this urgent situation, there was actually a strange scholar willing to lend a helping hand, which made them feel incredible.

Yingying murmured softly: "It's rare for this scholar to be so kind."

The matchmaker nodded and responded in a low voice: "Yes, this is really surprising."

Their eyes met, and they could see a hint of joy and hope in each other's eyes. Yingying was filled with gratitude to the scholar. After all, they were in danger and were really lucky to get help from the outside world.

In their hearts, the scholar is no longer just a stranger, but their savior. This made them feel warm and moved, and also increased their courage to face difficulties.

Cui Yingying was thinking secretly in her heart, and the scene in front of her became more and more tense. All the monks and laypeople were trying to escape from the threat of life and death, anxiously asking whether their relatives had escaped. She deeply felt the panic and helplessness caused by this crisis. The strange scholar in front of them aroused everyone's wariness, like an unknown variable, making it difficult for everyone to let go of their wariness easily.

All this is not because of the scholar's beautiful words, but because of the deep concern about life and death. Everyone is trying to protect their families and belongings, regardless of whether they are related by blood or not. However, the current emergency situation has made them all understand that trade-offs need to be made, and the only ones who can make wise decisions may only be talented and learned scholars.

A glimmer of hope arose in Cui Yingying's heart. If Zhang Sheng could really use words as skillfully as "Departure from the Master" and write a letter that could shock the enemy, it would be a glimmer of hope. She and everyone present were looking forward to whether the scholar could use the power of words to bring about a change. Cui Yingying silently prayed that if Zhang Sheng could achieve this feat, his name might be recorded in history, just like the heroic feat of sweeping away five thousand enemy troops, which would be recorded in history forever.

Yingying and Hong Niang supported Huanlang and set foot on the path back to the west wing. The breeze blew and the leaves made a gentle sound, as if nature was comforting them.

Although Huanlang's eyes were childish, they revealed a sense of stability and perseverance. He held Yingying's hand tightly, feeling her warmth and security, as if she was silently conveying courage.

Yingying stared ahead, the emotions welling up in her heart were complicated and uncontrollable. She knew that the current situation was extremely dangerous, and her decision would affect the fate of the entire Cui family. She didn't know what to expect or if she would get what she wanted.

"Sister, do you think this Zhang Sheng can really help us?" Huanlang suddenly spoke, his voice childish but full of curiosity and expectation.

Yingying smiled slightly, patted his head gently, and replied gently: "Huanlang, we can only believe that after all, there is no other better choice now."

The matchmaker also held Yingying's hand tightly, giving her a silent support. She knew Yingying's inner struggle, but the situation in front of them gave them no choice but to place their hope in this strange scholar.

The breeze blew through the path and gently swayed the leaves, as if foreshadowing something to come.

Zhang Sheng stood quietly in front of the door of the small house where he stayed, opened the door with a smile, and invited the guests to come in. Elder Farben, Monk Fa Cong, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and Qin Tong stepped in one after another. For a moment, the front of the hut seemed a little crowded.

"Is this room a bit small?" Elder Farben said with a smile.

Zhang Sheng smiled slightly, bowed, and then said: "That's right. Elder Faben, Master Facong, and Mrs. Cui Xiangguo. This is a humble house. Please sit wherever you like."

Elder Farben nodded, and Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's eyes flashed with anticipation. She looked at Zhang Sheng and asked, "Mr. Zhang, how is this matter?"

Zhang Sheng looked calm, but revealed a sense of confidence. Facing these important people, he naturally couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but he knew that this was an opportunity for him to do something for others.

Zhang Sheng looked at everyone with a burning gaze and a smile, and an aura of confidence emanated from him.

"Everyone, I have a plan, but I have to borrow the help of the elders first." Zhang Sheng said solemnly, with determination in his voice.

Elder Farben nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with expectation. He was an experienced person, so he could naturally feel Zhang Sheng's sincerity and confidence.

"The old monk doesn't know how to fight, so I'm afraid he's not suitable to try this strategy. It's better to ask the scholar not to change." Elder Farben said with a smile, with a hint of humor in his tone.

After hearing this, Zhang Sheng smiled slightly. He understood what Elder Farben meant. He raised his head, looked at Elder Farben, and said, "Don't worry, Elder Farben, you don't need to fight."

"Oh, that's good!" Fa Ben felt relieved and said, "Then what does the old monk need to do?"

Zhang Sheng smiled and said: "Master, I just need you to go out to find those thieves and tell them: 'Mrs. Cui Xiangguo originally planned to marry the young lady to the general, but because her father Cui Xiangguo just passed away, she can't do it for the time being. We also I don’t want to scare little lady Yingying with the sound of drums, it would be a pity.'"

Fa Ben listened and couldn't help but said: "That's what you said?"

"There's more!" Zhang Sheng opened the folding fan, fanned it, and said with a smile, "Please ask the elder to continue, 'If the general really wants to marry Miss Yingying, he can temporarily stand still and retreat to an arrow's throw away. . Give us three days to successfully complete some necessary rituals, let the lady take off her mourning clothes, put on bright clothes, and prepare her trousseau.'"

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo said suspiciously: "Is that okay?"

"Okay, ma'am!" Zhang Sheng looked at Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and smiled: "Master Laofaben will say, 'Then we will definitely send the young lady to the general. If there is no argument, we will send her. One is because her father has just passed away, and the other is This is not a good thing for the general. 'Please tell them this, Master."

Elder Farben and Monk Fa Cong looked at each other, then turned to look at Mrs. Cui Xiangguo, and then the three of them asked in unison: "What should we do in three days?"