The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Qin Tong shouted: "No!" He reached out and grabbed the matchmaker's little hand, but felt that it was cold and soft as if there were no bones.

The piano boy opened the matchmaker's fingers, held the hairpin in his hand, gently inserted it into the matchmaker's bun, smoothed the hair, and said softly: "Sister, thank you! Zongdan, I have been blessed since I was a child. , it’s not that easy to die.”

After saying that, he grabbed the broken spear with both hands and slowly pulled it forward.

The matchmaker shouted: "No! You can't pull it out. If you pull it out, you will be dead!" Then she stretched out her hand to stop it.

The piano boy's face trembled slightly, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said in a voice: "Sister, it's okay, it didn't hit the point." He lifted up his clothes and let the matchmaker take a closer look.

The matchmaker looked down and felt her heart shake. She was surprised and happy, and cheered: "Brother, you are so lucky! It's just a flesh wound!"

I saw that the spear shaft was close to the left rib of the piano boy, and penetrated the skin on the outside of the rib. It did not damage the internal organs, but was inserted under the skin. It looked very scary. If it were a few inches to the right, it would penetrate the heart and there would be no way to recover!

Qin Tong endured the pain and slowly pulled out the spear shaft. The spear tip retreated into his body from behind, and it was as painful as being stabbed again. Qin Tong gritted his teeth and pulled out the broken spear with a sudden force, and blood immediately gurgled out.

Looking at the tip of the spear, Qin Tong smiled disdainfully and thought to himself: "We can't just die like this before our revenge is avenged!" He smiled heartily at the matchmaker and said, "Sister, I'm fine!" and threw the broken spear away. Down, suddenly staggered.

The matchmaker hurriedly stretched out her hand to support her, and said with a happy smile with tears in her eyes: "Brother, that's great! Just be careful!" She helped the piano boy sit down against the tree trunk, and reached out to tear off a piece of his snow-white coat. .

Qin Tong stretched out his hand to stop me: "Sister, please stay here, don't get your clothes dirty."

The matchmaker said angrily: "Brother, you risked your life to save me. Will I still care about these clothes?" After a pause, she said again: "Don't talk about clothes, even I, I can do it. Give it to my brother!" After saying that, his face turned red, he lowered his head and stopped talking. He opened the piano boy's clothes and wiped away the blood from the wound.

When he turned around, he saw the wine bottle carried by the two gangsters on the ground, so he went to take it and shook it. He felt that there was quite a bit of liquid in it. He pulled out the stopper, smelled it, and said happily: "It's good wine!" and sprinkled it on the wound. on, wipe clean repeatedly.

The piano boy leaned on the tree trunk and saw the matchmaker busy cleaning his wounds and bandaging them properly. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and a drop of sweat even flowed to the tip of his small nose, almost dripping.

Qin Tong was moved in his heart. He had been a slave for so many years and had only served others. How could he ever be treated so tenderly? He felt crazy and stretched out his hand to help the matchmaker wipe away the sweat on the tip of her nose.

The matchmaker was startled and shrank back, but she suddenly understood. Her face suddenly turned shy. She looked up at the handsome young man with a resolute face and said, "You will be fine after I bandage it."

Qintong asked curiously: "Sister, have you ever learned medical skills?"

"No, I just see injured kittens, puppies, rabbits and chicks, so I clean and bandage them. Then I build a nest for them, and after a while, they are alive and kicking again."

After hearing this, Qintong thought that he had hunted many small animals that this kind-hearted sister loved along the way. If she saw them, it would make her sad, which was absolutely unacceptable. I couldn't help but want to touch the bag behind my back.

The matchmaker said warmly: "Don't move, don't touch the wound again."

Qintong smiled and said: "Sister, I'm fine. This little injury is nothing! It's much lighter than the beating I got from the family law in Shangshu Mansion!"

The matchmaker sighed softly and said: "Yes, I have seen it with my own eyes. There are quite a few slaves in my prime minister's mansion who were killed by the family law."

"Your home? Is that really your home? Sister?" Qintong said sadly and angrily.

The matchmaker's eyes were red, she looked into the distance blankly, and sighed: "Home? I have no home for a long time. My father-in-law and my mother-in-law sold me just to keep me alive. They themselves couldn't live for a few more days, and the land was also outside. Yes, the hut naturally belongs to outsiders, and I don’t even know where it is buried.”

The piano boy nodded and sighed: "Yes, it's just the master's home. It has nothing to do with us slaves?" He stretched out his hand and hugged the matchmaker. The matchmaker was shocked, then calmed down, and leaned on the piano boy's shoulder. , said longingly: "It would be great if I had my own home!"

Qin Tong comforted him: "There will be, but I don't believe it. In this world, can slaves only live like animals?" He waved his hand in vain, and with a strong force, the wound hurt, and he grinned and took a breath of cold air.

The matchmaker was startled and stood up quickly, at a loss. Qintong laughed, put his right hand on the tree trunk, and stood up.

"No, you have to rest and don't move!" the matchmaker said urgently.

"It's okay. I have learned some kung fu from my master since I was a child. This little injury is nothing."

The matchmaker suddenly said: "Oh, no wonder I saw that gangster stabbing you in the chest and abdomen with a spear. I thought you, you, hey, how could you escape?"

"I was naughty when I was little and couldn't stay at home and wanted to sneak out to play, so I learned the Bone Shrinking Kung Fu from a martial artist, and I use it all the time." Qintong said with a smile, "I didn't expect that I could escape with this hand today. I am lucky."

"Well, well! Good people will be rewarded naturally!" the matchmaker sighed.

Qintong looked down at the matchmaker and wanted to say something, but did not open his mouth. After thinking for a while, he said: "Sister, this is a place of right and wrong, we'd better leave as soon as possible."

"What to do with the corpses of these criminals?" the matchmaker asked worriedly.

Qintong said attentively: "If I wasn't injured, I should dig a hole and bury it. But it's too late to do this now, so let's forget it and just pull it to a low place and cover it with some withered grass."

So he hid the two corpses and the weapons for a while, hoping that no one would pay attention to them as time went by.

After packing up, the two of them quickly got out of the woods. Fortunately, there was no one on the road, so the two of them ran out, just to get away from the place of right and wrong.

After running out of Li Xu, the two of them made up their minds. Qin Tong said: "Sister, you just said you were going to buy it. Doesn't it mean that Cui Xiangguo is dead now, doesn't he want to be buried?"

The matchmaker raised her head and said: "Yes, Mrs. Cui took her son Huanlang and daughter Yingying to Boling for burial. Because there were obstacles on the road, she couldn't go. When she came to Hezhong Mansion, she sent the coffin to Inside the Pujiu Temple.”

"Oh, this place is close to Hezhong Prefecture, so Pujiu Temple is nearby?"

"Yes, we will live in the house next to the west wing."

Bronze sneered: "What a big honor. A family of women actually lives in a monk temple."

The matchmaker said: "Brother, you don't know something. This temple was built by Cui Xiangguo. It is Zetian Empress Incense Courtyard. Moreover, Elder Faben is a monk who was ordained by Cui Xiangguo."

After a pause, he continued: "Actually, the temple also has countless fields and properties for rent, as long as you pay."

Qintong sneered and said: "Yes, Cui Yu has been an official for decades, and he has plundered a lot of people's wealth and wealth. I still deserve this little money."

The matchmaker said: "Huh? How did you know?"

Qin Tong said: "Everyone who is an official is like this. After three years of clearing the magistrate's office, he can earn one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver. Look, my old master turned out to be the Minister of Rites. His family owned thousands of hectares of fertile land and accumulated countless money."

The matchmaker wondered: "Then why does your husband travel far away from home?"

Qin Tong snorted and said: "My husband has read a lot of books about saints and sages, but his mind is full of love affairs between men and women. This means going to the capital to rush for exams, traveling around mountains and rivers, and he is known as a man with a sword. But along the way, I have ruined many young girls in love with women."

The matchmaker said with disdain and curiosity: "Does this shabby official really have such a hobby?"