The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

A blush appeared on the matchmaker's face. Although she understood her position, Zhang Sheng's words still touched her heart. She hurriedly pushed Zhang Sheng aside, lowered her head and responded softly: "As long as the husband remembers me, and takes me as his concubine in the future, I can take off my slave status and serve the husband and the young lady wholeheartedly."

After the matchmaker finished speaking, she felt a warm shyness rush to her cheeks. She took a deep breath, then turned around gently to leave. At this moment, her eyes revealed an inexplicable emotion, as if conveying a complex and soft message.

Outside the study, the piano boy saw the matchmaker about to leave through the torn window paper, and hurriedly left the peeping position and flashed out of the study door.

Just hearing the study door open, the matchmaker walked out.

In the study, Zhang Sheng stood quietly, watching the matchmaker leave, with a lot of thoughts: "The young lady took the jiantie away. I didn't say anything, but a seal of a kiss. He will reply tomorrow. This is the order. Don't worry, you have to wait for the good news. 'And send Song Yu's romantic policy to Pu Dong's graceful mother.'"

The next morning, a peaceful atmosphere filled the boudoir. Cui Yingying was lying on the bed. She felt a little tired, but she didn't want to wake up completely. The sunlight outside the window filtered through the gauze, giving the room a warm glow.

She said to herself: "The matchmaker has no time to serve the old lady. She will probably come here at this time. I got up a little early and am a little sleepy. I will sleep for a while." She whispered to herself, and then reunited Close your eyes, stretch your body, and prepare to fall asleep again.

Soon, the matchmaker walked lightly into Cui Yingying's boudoir. She approached the bed cautiously, not wanting to disturb Cui Yingying's rest. She was worried because she had already received the order from the lady to visit Zhang Sheng, but she had not yet been able to explain things properly to the lady before she came back.

The matchmaker observed Cui Yingying and noticed that she seemed to be still immersed in a dream, with a little tiredness on her face. The wind outside the window stopped, and the gauze curtain swayed slightly, bringing with it a faint scent of musk orchid. The matchmaker decided not to disturb Cui Yingying's peace.

She slowly opened the vermilion door, and the brass ring jingled softly. In the boudoir, everything is quiet and beautiful. The red painted dressing table is raised high, with a golden lotus-shaped mirror and a silver incense burner placed on it. The matchmaker's eyes wandered over these beautiful items, and she felt an atmosphere of tranquility and romance.

She walked to the curtain, carefully lifted the warm curtain, and peeked at Cui Yingying secretly. Cui Yingying is sitting on the bed, her hair is slanted horizontally, and her bun is a little messy, like clouds being gently ruffled. Although the sun was high in the sky, she still didn't open her eyes, as if she was lost in lazy thought.

The matchmaker observed Cui Yingying's every subtle movement and every change in her eyes. This young lady is no longer the shining girl of yesterday, but a mature and tired woman. Maybe she had taken on too much, maybe the emotions in her heart were full of complexity, but at this moment, she exuded a different kind of beauty in the quiet morning.

At this moment, the matchmaker deeply felt Cui Yingying's heart. She seemed to be an untouchable dream woman, full of mysteries and emotions. Her beauty and maturity are truly displayed at this moment.

At this time Cui Yingying sat up from the bed and let out a long sigh.

The matchmaker watched her quietly, trying to guess what she was thinking at this time. She hesitated in her heart, thinking that maybe it was time to give Zhang Sheng's letter to her.

But on the other hand, she was worried that the young lady would notice her actions and cause misunderstanding. So, she decided to quietly put the letter on the makeup box and secretly observe Cui Yingying's reaction.

Cui Yingying stood in front of the mirror, combing her bun. At the same time, her eyes gradually moved to the makeup box. She saw the letter and a flash of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

Cui Yingying's makeup at night was a bit worn, and her black hair was messy. She lightly applied the powder on her face, but she still looked radiant, like a flower spreading in the morning dew.

Finally, she couldn't restrain her curiosity and carefully took out the letter. She opened the cover, read it carefully, and studied it again and again. She turned the letter over and over, as if hoping to find more answers.

The matchmaker felt a little uneasy, as if this letter carried important information. Her eyes were fixed on Cui Yingying, trying to understand the waves in her heart.

However, at this moment, Cui Yingying suddenly screamed angrily, her voice full of anger. Her brows furrowed, and the expression on her face became distorted. The matchmaker was startled by this scene, and her heart was suddenly filled with worry.

"Matchmaker!" Cui Yingying's voice was sharp and harsh. She looked straight at the matchmaker, full of reproach.

The worry in the matchmaker's heart became more and more intense, and she was not sure whether all this was related to the letter. Perhaps the content in the letter touched Cui Yingying's sensitive nerves, or it contained information that displeased her.

Cui Yingying shouted again: "You little bitch, come here quickly!"

Cui Yingying's face turned red with anger. She seemed to be a different person, and the anger in her eyes made people feel chilly.

Cui Yingying stretched out her slender hand and pinched a small piece of flesh on the matchmaker's arm, pinching her until it hurt. The matchmaker's expression was distorted by pain, but she did not cry out or resist, she just endured it. Cui Yingying's eyes were sharp and full of anger.

"Little bitch, where did this thing come from?" Cui Yingying's voice was cold, and her expression was like an angry cat, ready to pounce on its prey. "I am the daughter of the Prime Minister. Who dares to tease me with this thing? When have I ever been used to looking at these things? Tell my wife to cut off the lower half of your little bitch."

The matchmaker said in a trembling voice, "Little lady, if you let me go, he will send me over. I am illiterate, do you know what he wrote? It was obviously your fault, but you implicated me for no reason; let others You are not used to being confused and distracted, but who is used to it?"

"Sister, please stop making trouble. When you tell the madam, I will take this note to the madam and report it." The matchmaker tried her best to calm herself down and at the same time tried to defend herself.

Cui Yingying finally let go of her hand. There was still a touch of anger on her face, but there was also a hint of amusement. She seemed to suddenly change her mood, smiled softly, and took the matchmaker's arm.

"I'm teasing you." Her voice became gentle, like the breeze in early spring. But the matchmaker could still feel the endless pain in Cui Yingying's hands.

"Let go and watch the lower half of your body fall off." The matchmaker waved her arms as if to break free from Cui Yingying's restraints.

"How is Zhang Sheng doing recently?" Cui Yingying's topic suddenly turned to Zhang Sheng. Her eyes were sharp and curious, as if she was trying to get some information from the matchmaker.

The matchmaker sighed, knowing she couldn't escape this problem. "I won't tell you."

"Good sister, tell me!" Cui Yingying's voice became whiny and full of pleading.

The matchmaker's eyes flashed with worry: "Zhang Sheng has been looking bad recently. He has become so thin that it feels uncomfortable to look at him. He doesn't want to eat, and he doesn't want to move. He is looking forward to it day and night, and forgets to eat and sleep. From morning to night, he looks at the east The walls cry."

Cui Yingying felt an indescribable emotion in her heart as she listened. Now that she heard these details, she felt even more guilty. Perhaps it was her mother who pushed Zhang Sheng to a desperate situation and made him suffer so much.

"Ask a good doctor to take a look at his condition." Cui Yingying suggested, trying to find a possible rescue method for Zhang Sheng.

But the matchmaker shook her head, "His condition cannot be cured with medicine."

Her tone was full of helplessness, as if she had seen through Zhang Sheng's situation. "If you want to recover from your illness, you have to have some wind and sweat."