The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

In the Chinese army tent, Du Que sat aside and frowned slightly. He looked at Zhang Sheng with some doubts.

"Brother Xian, how did you come up with that move that the folding fan blocked just now?" Du Que said with a hint of deep thought in his tone.

Zhang Sheng smiled softly and said: "Brother, this is just a momentary impulse, I didn't think much about it."

Du Que shook his head, his eyes still fixed on Zhang Sheng's face, "Did you really not think too much about it?"

Zhang Sheng looked at Du Que with some displeasure. He didn't like others to raise doubts about his behavior, especially at this time.

"Brother, when I saw that my adopted brother was in danger, I suddenly exploded out of nowhere. It was just an instinctive reaction. There is nothing worth thinking about."

Du Que was silent for a while, and finally nodded, seeming to accept Zhang Sheng's explanation.

Zhang Sheng felt a little relieved when he saw that Du Que did not continue to ask questions. He was a little confused as to why Du Que suddenly had doubts about his behavior, but he didn't intend to go into details.

At this time, Du Que suddenly spoke, with a hint of instruction in his tone: "Xian brother, be careful with your piano boy."

Zhang Sheng was a little stunned. He didn't expect Du Que to mention Qintong. He asked in confusion: "Brother, what happened to my piano boy?"

Du Que's eyes became serious, "Just now, when I was in danger, your actions and reactions seemed a little too quick, almost as if you could predict the attack of the bandit. That move of yours was indeed launched by yourself. Or did the piano boy behind you help you?"

Zhang Sheng frowned, and he began to understand Du Que's worries. His performance just now seemed a bit unexpected, as he almost knew the thieves' attack in advance. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the force of the fan he waved just now was indeed a bit strange.

"Brother, are you saying that my blow was probably prepared by the piano boy and helped me? I don't think so. I, the piano boy, who grew up with me, may not be capable of this." Zhang Sheng shook his head and said.

Du Que nodded, with a trace of vigilance flashing in his eyes: "Maybe I'm paranoid, but no matter what, it's better to be careful. We can't take it lightly, especially at this time."

Zhang Sheng pondered for a moment and thought: "My sworn brother also has good intentions, so I won't refute his face." Finally he nodded, "Yes, brother, I will be careful."

Outside the big tent, Qintong hid in a hidden corner and tried his best to hold his breath. He heard the conversation between Du Que and Zhang Sheng, but his heart was full of anxiety.

"Are they doubting me?" Qintong's mood became complicated. He did anticipate the thief's attack, but he was confident that there was no flaw. He just acted instinctively and wanted to protect Zhang Sheng and Du Que, without any other considerations.

However, he now understood that his actions may have aroused Du Que's suspicions. He knew that Du was indeed a smart and astute warlord who should not be underestimated.

In the tent, Zhang Sheng looked at Du Que and said with a smile: "Brother, the proposal of marriage is a big event, I have to prepare well."

Du Que nodded and responded solemnly: "Yes, brother Xian, this is related to your future and our future. Although Cui Xiangguo's wife is difficult to deal with, as long as we two brothers cooperate sincerely, we will definitely succeed. ."

Zhang Sheng took a deep breath. He understood that proposing marriage was not easy, especially when facing a wealthy family like Mrs. Cui Xiangguo. He knew that this decision would affect his life and the future of Du Que and their family.

"Brother, I will do my best." Zhang Sheng said solemnly, determined not to let this opportunity pass him by.

Du Que showed an encouraging smile and patted Zhang Sheng on the shoulder: "Very good, brother Xian. Now, we are going to Pujiu Temple. We must be fully prepared to ensure that everything goes smoothly."

When Qintong heard that the two were going to Pujiu Temple, he hurried back to the big tent from his hiding place. He was anxious and knew that he had to act unsuspicious. So, he squatted on the ground, looked down at the ants moving, and tried his best to look bored.

As soon as Du Que and Zhang Sheng came out of the tent, they saw the piano boy squatting on the ground. With a look of dissatisfaction on Zhang Sheng's face, he kicked the piano boy to the ground and scolded him unceremoniously: "What a shameless bitch slave you are! How dare you play in front of the main tent! "

The piano boy pretended to be clumsy and climbed up with difficulty, with a trace of grievance on his face. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Zhang Sheng's eyes, but secretly rejoicing in his heart that his performance seemed to be successful.

Du Que stood aside, watching this scene, still suspicious in his heart. He felt that things were not simple, and Qintong's behavior still made him feel uneasy. He knew that he couldn't take it lightly, especially at such an important moment.

"Brother Xian, you are too tolerant of this bitch slave. He actually behaves mischievously at this time." Du Que deliberately expressed his dissatisfaction in front of Zhang Sheng, trying to arouse Zhang Sheng's vigilance.

Zhang Sheng frowned. He looked at Qintong and his tone became stern: "Qintong, what are you doing? Don't you know that now is an important moment to determine our future? Your behavior is simply betrayal!"

The piano boy lowered his head and said in a low and aggrieved voice: "Young Master, it was really an unintentional mistake. I beg you to forgive me."

Zhang Sheng snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards Du Que, ignoring Qin Tong. Du Que has been observing Qintong's expression and reaction, but he still has not completely let go of his doubts.

There was silence for a while in front of the big tent. Qin Tong stood there, anxious in his heart. He knew that he had to restore his master's trust as soon as possible. Du Que was thinking about Qintong's behavior. He felt that things were not that simple and he had to be careful to ensure everything was safe.

In the Buddhist hall of Pujiu Temple, incense smoke lingered, and a peaceful atmosphere enveloped this ancient temple. Du Que and Zhang Sheng walked in with the piano boy, their steps seemed calm and solemn.

Elder Farben, Monk Facong and others were chanting sutras in front of the Buddha. There was a light fragrance filling the temple, which made people feel happy.

As Zhang Sheng and others approached, Elder Farben suddenly stopped chanting, and he noticed changes in the temple. He turned around and walked towards Zhang Sheng and his group, a look of joy on his face.

"Amitabha, this sage, you are back!" Elder Farben greeted them in a kind tone. Wearing a monk's hat and cassock, he looked solemn and kind.

Du Que and Zhang Sheng saluted Elder Farben with smiles on their faces. Treat him with great respect.

"Elder Farben, we have fulfilled your request. The thieves have withdrawn and no longer pose a threat to the temple." Du Que said respectfully.

Elder Farben nodded and said gratefully: "Sages, your kindness will never be forgotten by Pujiu Temple."

Monk Facong also came over and looked at Zhang Sheng and Du Que with emotion on his face. They knew in their hearts that if it were not for the heroic actions of these two scholars, the temple would have fallen long ago.

"Two wise men, we are very grateful. Without your help, I am afraid that the temple will suffer a great disaster." Monk Facong said in a sincere tone.

Both Zhang Sheng and Du Que responded to these compliments humbly. They knew that the most important thing at the moment was the response of Mrs. Cui Xiangguo. Only if she agreed to their marriage proposal could everything be resolved satisfactorily.

Elder Norben stretched out his hand and pointed to the Buddha statue and said: "Amitabha, I will pray for you, and hope that your affairs will come true."

Under the leadership of Elder Faben, everyone knelt down in front of the Buddha and prayed devoutly.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo sat on the chair, her face was filled with a solemn look, and her eyes revealed an unfathomable look, and at the same time, she was worried about the future.

Du Que spoke first, his voice low and firm: "Mrs. Cui Xiangguo, I brought Mr. Zhang here to confirm my previous promise."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo nodded slightly. She knew that this moment would eventually come and the marriage proposal could not be ignored. She glanced at Zhang Sheng and smiled slightly.

Du Que continued: "My family, Junrui, once proposed a plan to retreat from the rebels. My wife promised in person that she would marry her daughter to him. If she does not break her previous promise, then this lady, your love, can marry my sworn brother Junrui." This is a gentleman."