The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Cui Yingying's heart is full of complex emotions. She felt deeply pensive and helpless. She thought: "From now on, my beautiful face will be like a lonely pear blossom, and my rouge will be as light as a cherry. When will this lovesickness be realized?"

Looking up, the night is dim, as deep as the dark sea, as vast as the white land, and as boundless as the long blue sky; looking up is as tall as the Taihang Mountains, and my meditation is as deep and wide as the eastern ocean.

Cui Yingying only felt that such emotions were really sad, and couldn't help but think: "My aunt, you rubbed our delicate double-headed stamens, separated our hearts that were connected together with the fragrant fragrance, and separated the long The long branches were bruised. This gray-haired mother-in-law actually bore the future of her young daughter. Our bright future has now become blurry. Mother-in-law used beautiful words to weave dreams, but in the end Unfulfilled, vanity and fame deceived me.”

The matchmaker supported Cui Yingying at the side, feeling quite sad in her heart. The meaning of Mrs. Cui Xiangguo was very obvious. She was unwilling to marry Cui Yingying to this Zhang Sheng. Therefore, she would not be able to become Zhang Sheng's concubine. In the room, there is no time to tell when the slave status can be taken off, and I feel that my feet are a little slumped.

Qintong's eyes followed the matchmaker and saw her supporting Cui Yingying, slowly walking further and further away, and finally disappeared. Then he turned back and looked at Zhang Sheng.

I saw Zhang Sheng standing in front of his wife, with a slightly tipsy look on his face. Trying to find the right words, he said, "Madam, I'm a little drunk, so I'm leaving."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo smiled and nodded. Seeing that she did not hold back, Zhang Sheng felt anxious and said, "I want to express my feelings in front of Madam, but I am not sure if Madam will accept it."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo frowned slightly and thought: "This kid really doesn't know how to praise me." But her face remained calm and she smiled and said: "No problem, sir, please tell me!"

"Some time ago, there was a threat from thieves. My wife proposed that if someone can defeat the thieves, she will marry her daughter Cui Yingying to the person who defeats the thieves." Zhang Sheng took courage and said, "I stood up resolutely and wrote a letter. Only by giving it to General Du can we save my wife, the entire Cui family, and Pujiu Temple from danger."

Qintong was in the distance and heard Zhang Sheng's voice gradually rising, and he cheered for Zhang Sheng in his heart: "A man should argue for reason. Why didn't you say it when Cui Yingying was here just now?"

But the more Zhang Sheng spoke, the more excited he became: "I thought today my wife invited me to a banquet, it was a day of celebration; but I don't know what my wife thinks, but she treated me according to the etiquette of a brother and sister. I am not here to enjoy fine wines and delicacies. If my wife is right to If I am not satisfied with this marriage, I will leave without hesitation."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo smiled slightly and said: "Sir, although you helped me out of trouble, the lady was engaged to my nephew Zheng Heng when the old Xiangguo was still alive."

Zhang Sheng was startled, frowned and thought: "No one mentioned this before, I guess it was the old thief's excuse." He was about to refute it.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo said again: "I recently wrote to the capital to summon Zheng Heng, but he has not come back so far. If this gentleman comes back, what should we do?"

"This..." Zhang Sheng was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer. After all, he was already engaged, so this matter was difficult to handle.

"Why don't we use money and gifts as a reward?" Mrs. Cui Xiangguo said calmly, "Sir, you can choose a woman from a wealthy family and propose marriage separately. Sir, what do you think of this proposal?"

Zhang Sheng frowned and said in a slightly harsh tone: "Since my wife is not willing to marry Yingying to me, how can the young man be greedy for money and gifts? There is a saying that goes: 'There is a beauty like jade in the book', but I am afraid that I will not be able to find it. A good woman? That’s it for today, farewell!”

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo looked at Zhang Sheng and said apologetically: "Just stay here, you are a little drunk today." She clearly noticed the anger in Zhang Sheng's words, which did not seem to be as vague as that of a drunk person.

At this time, the matchmaker had already sent Cui Yingying back to the bedroom, and then returned to the back hall door.

When Mrs. Cui Xiangguo saw that the matchmaker was back, she paused and then said, "Matchmaker, help your brother to rest in the study. We will talk about anything else tomorrow." After saying that, she turned and left without looking back.

The matchmaker gently supported Zhang Sheng. She noticed that Zhang Sheng's lips moved slightly and he muttered some words from time to time. Zhang Sheng muttered something in a low voice, and his words came out one by one with his breathing, and his words were filled with deep worry.

"I can only spend the night in the desolate temple," Zhang Sheng's words began to fluctuate, and his brows wrinkled slightly, "There is no chance to usher in spring in the bridal chamber."

The matchmaker comforted her softly: "Zhang Sheng, wouldn't it be bad to have one less glass of wine!"

Zhang Sheng looked up at the matchmaker, his eyes full of doubts, and said, "What did I drink?" His voice was full of confusion and confusion.

The matchmaker explained patiently: "You just said some words, and some people will think you are drunk. Look, you are so emotional now, isn't it because of alcohol?"

Zhang Sheng didn't pay attention to her words. He suddenly knelt down and spoke loudly of his inner distress: "I am a little lady named Yingying. I forget to eat and sleep during the day and night. I am exhausted and often feel confused and lost. Since my first day in the temple, I have forgotten to eat and sleep. The first time I met her, we exchanged poems across the wall, facing the wind and the moon, and endured infinite suffering. When it was time to get married, my wife changed her mind, leaving me confused and confused. When will this matter end? !”

After hearing this, the matchmaker remained silent. She was well aware of Zhang Sheng's infatuation and understood that he had already paid too much for Cui Yingying.

Zhang Sheng continued to mutter to himself, his voice mixed with helplessness and bitterness: "It's a pity that I have such a strong will to hang my head, and I'm on the verge of leaving my hometown and leaving my soul behind."

The matchmaker listened quietly, and she was also worried about Zhang Sheng. She knew that this was a love destined to be full of ups and downs.

Zhang Sheng was already kneeling on the ground and said affectionately: "Matchmaker, can you have mercy on me and convey my wish to Cui Yingying? Let him know my heart and tell her that I am willing to do anything for her."

After saying that, Zhang Sheng suddenly stood up and reached out to touch his waist.

Qin Tong looked from a distance and saw Zhang Sheng's actions. He couldn't help but become anxious. What was this playboy planning to do? He couldn't help but frown.

But I heard Zhang Sheng say: "Matchmaker, I will take off the belt around my waist and commit suicide."

Qin Tong suddenly understood and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: "Humph, you committed suicide? You just deceived the simple matchmaker sister."

Thinking of the matchmaker, I couldn't help but feel a pain in my heart and looked at the matchmaker.

When the matchmaker heard what Zhang Sheng said, she quickly comforted her: "You big fool, don't worry, let me help you find a solution."

Qin Tong's heart felt like a bolt from the blue, and he thought sadly: "Hey, my sister has already considered herself the concubine of this dandy, what else do I have to think about." He lowered his head silently, not wanting to see the two of them again.

But Zhang Sheng asked, "Do you have any plans? I can go worship the gods."

"I once saw your book boy carrying one of your pianos on his back. I guess you know how to play the piano, so your skills must be good." When the matchmaker mentioned the piano boy, she felt quite guilty in her heart and stopped.

When Qintong heard the matchmaker talking about him, he suddenly raised his head and looked over again.

The matchmaker calmed down and said, "The young lady likes piano art very much. Tonight, my wife and I are going to the garden to light incense. You wait nearby. If you hear me coughing, start playing the piano music."

"Okay! Okay!" Zhang Sheng said happily.

The matchmaker continued: "As for me, I will pay attention to Yingying's reaction and convey your words to Sister Yingying."

Zhang Sheng was overjoyed, took the matchmaker's hand and said, "That's great!"

Qintong felt a pain in his heart and thought miserably: "Okay, you two, one is the husband and the other is the concubine. As for me, I am nothing, I am just a humble slave."

But the matchmaker's face turned red, and she gently broke away from Zhang Sheng's hand and said, "If you have anything to say, I will come back to you tomorrow. I must leave now, lest my wife find me."

After saying that, he turned around and entered the back hall. Before entering, he looked back at Zhang Sheng with affection.