The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

The matchmaker's face turned red, she struggled briefly and then collapsed in Zhang Sheng's arms.

Zhang Sheng smelled the fragrance of the matchmaker and saw that the matchmaker had already subdued her. He was naturally happy. He smiled and lowered his head and said to the matchmaker: "Little lady, please go first. Xiaosheng will come later."

At this time, the matchmaker only felt that Zhang Sheng's voice was soft and magnetic, his smile revealed confidence and gentlemanly demeanor, and he wore a blue shirt and had an outstanding temperament. He stared at the matchmaker warmly, with affection shining in his eyes.

The matchmaker smiled and said softly: "Brother-in-law, there is no need to be polite. Madam is waiting for you specially. As the saying goes, 'Being respectful is worse than obeying orders.' Don't ask anyone to invite you again."

Her smile is as bright as the spring sunshine, and her eyes are full of kindness and appreciation. A crimson dress embroidered with exquisite patterns gives people a sense of nobility and beauty, graceful and charming.

This scene seems like the people in the painting, their eyes meeting each other, revealing some special emotion.

At this time, the matchmaker has already regarded Zhang Sheng as the husband of her master Yingying. From then on, when Yingying gets married, she will definitely take her with her as a concubine. Then, this handsome young man in front of her is also him. of people. At that time, my slave status will be eliminated, and I, the matchmaker, will no longer be a slave!

Zhang Sheng gently stretched out his arm and signaled the matchmaker to go first. In the matchmaker's eyes, his palms were like carved works of art, white and slender. His movements are light and natural, like an elegant dancer.

The matchmaker smiled shyly and nodded, then walked out of the study door. Her movements are soft and graceful, and every step is full of feminine tenderness.

Outside the study, Qintong paced back and forth anxiously. His mood was like a turbulent river, unable to calm down. He tried to listen to the sounds in the house, but could only hear faint voices and faint laughter, which made him even more anxious.

Sometimes he put his ear to the door, trying to hear the conversation inside the house, and sometimes he put his ear against the window, trying to peek into the house, but he failed. He felt as if he was trapped in an inescapable dream, longing to understand everything in the study, but unable to do so.

Qintong's palms were sweating, his heartbeat was racing, and his breathing was rapid. He hoped to know what happened in the study. He was worried about the matchmaker's safety, and he also hoped that they would not have any bad news.

His eyes kept moving between the study door and the window, trying to find any clues. He felt like a bird trapped in a cage, struggling to find a way out.

However, the door and windows of the study were closed, cutting him off from the outside. He could only wait, wait for news, wait for the study door to finally open. His mood was filled with anxiety and anticipation, and he didn't know what would happen next.

At this moment, the matchmaker opened the door and stepped out of the room, as if she had woken up from a dream. She was in such a happy mood, as if she was wandering in the wonderful dream she had just experienced. However, her joy was momentarily interrupted by the appearance of Qintong.

The piano boy stepped out, his face full of anxiety, and walked quickly towards the matchmaker. His eyes showed deep concern and his voice was tense.

"Sister, what happened? Did Zhang Sheng bully you?" Qintong asked anxiously. He was particularly concerned about the matchmaker's safety and worried that she would be wronged.

However, the matchmaker was not afraid and even looked at the piano boy with some disdain. The happiness in her heart seemed to make her deaf to Qintong's words.

"You are talking nonsense. My husband is a gentleman, how could he be like this?" The matchmaker responded coldly. Her impression of Zhang Sheng had already changed as Yingying was about to marry Zhang Sheng, and she personally agreed to take her as a concubine. How could she, who had shed her slavery and become extremely elegant and gentleman, think that he would do something to harm her?

Zhang Sheng said before that he wanted to betroth himself to the piano boy, but that was absolutely impossible. In this case, how could I get rid of my slave status, and would I be a slave and a lowly slave with this piano boy's brother for the rest of my life?

He raised his eyes and looked at the handsome brother in front of him, but he couldn't bear it in his heart. After all, brother had saved his life regardless of his own life.

But thinking about the slave status that was weighing on me, I felt cruel in my heart. I sighed softly and said loudly: "Qin boy, please pack your husband and go. It's too late. Madam has to wait in a hurry! We men and women are not intimate, so there is no need." Too much to say, I’ll take my leave now!”

This was deliberately told to Zhang Sheng to prevent Zhang Sheng from ever thinking of marrying him to Qintong again.

These words stimulated Qin Tong, and his heart palpitated. He is very aware of his status and knows that he is just a servant and Zhang Sheng is his master, but his worry about the matchmaker makes him unwilling to give up the pursuit of the truth.

"Sister, I'm not talking nonsense, I'm just worried about your safety. The look on your face just now seemed a bit frightened. Although Zhang Sheng is elegant, he is also a human being, and sometimes he will inevitably be impulsive. Are you sure nothing happened?" Qintong said firmly, trying to persuade the matchmaker to treat this issue with caution.

The matchmaker's brows furrowed slightly, and she felt that Qin Tong's insistence was a bit displeasing. She turned around and walked to the courtyard door, stretched out her hand to open the courtyard door, and tilted her head slightly, as if she was laughing at the piano boy.

"Don't look at yourself like that!" She suddenly changed the subject and said in a mocking tone. "You are just a humble servant, how can you understand the relationship between me and my husband? Zhang Sheng is a perfect gentleman in my mind, and nothing inappropriate happened between us. Besides, wait for my sister Yingying to After marrying your husband, I will be your concubine. Hey, stop thinking so much and go back."

Qintong was so stimulated by the matchmaker's words that he almost couldn't breathe. His face turned red, and his eyes flashed with anger and helplessness. He felt frustrated that his concerns and concerns were misunderstood and ignored.

However, the matchmaker ignored the piano boy and continued to happily immerse herself in the good times that were about to come. Qintong took a step back and witnessed the matchmaker's attitude. He knew that there was no point in persuading her any more, so he could only silently retreat out of the room, leaving confusion and struggle everywhere.

After leaving the courtyard, the matchmaker's mood returned to its previous good state, and her smile bloomed again, as if nothing had happened. She firmly believes in her choice and believes that Zhang Sheng is a gentleman worth relying on, and that she will be happy in this relationship. However, Qintong's words still echoed in her heart, making her feel a little uneasy, but she chose to put it behind her and enjoy the beautiful moment in front of her.

At this time, Zhang Sheng was rubbing his hands and pacing in the study, muttering to himself: "After the matchmaker leaves, I have to make preparations in a hurry."

While arranging his clothes, he murmured to himself: "Hey, hey, when I arrived at Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's place, she said: "Zhang Sheng, you are here too. Come, have a few glasses of wine, and then go to the bedroom to meet Yingying. Let's be husband and wife!'"

When Zhang Sheng thought of this, some of the monkeys became anxious. His throat moved involuntarily, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said to himself: "I entered the bedroom, and my wife Yingying and the little lady together took off their belts and took off their clothes. We Being together intimately, enjoying each other's love, fully experiencing the desire to be close, enjoying the pleasure of fish and water, and enjoying the clouds and rain to your heart's content!"

Thinking of this, I felt crazy and hummed a tune: "I admire her black hair, bright star-like eyes, and the exquisite embroidery on her clothes. We embrace each other like a fish in water, and realize our common dream." desire."

In the distance, Master Faben stood far away, clasped his hands and said softly: "Amitabha! Can you understand the other person's heart just by verbal confession?"

The monk Facong beside him lowered his head and said, "Master, why do you say this?"