The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Qintong said: "Yes, he has dozens of pieces of spring flowers in his baggage, and there is a peach blossom on each piece of spring flowers."

The matchmaker blushed and said shyly: "I know, Cui Xiangguo did the same at that time, putting Chunluo under me. Later, later..."

Qintong asked in confusion: "What happened next?"

"Later, Cui Xiangguo saw the scarlet color on the incense sticks and burst into laughter." The matchmaker gritted her teeth in grief and anger.

"Sure enough, officials are full of warmth and lust!" Qin Tong said hatefully.

"After that, Cui Xiangguo entertained his colleagues at home and ordered me to serve his good friend Du Shangshu of the Ministry of War. Du Shangshu also took a piece of Xiangluo, but there was no peach blossom. Du Shangshu said Cui Xiangguo had lied to him and beat me severely. . Later, when Cui Xiangguo heard about this the next day, he beat me up again with family law. I couldn't get out of bed for a month." As the matchmaker said, she couldn't help but bite her silver teeth angrily and shed tears.

"Mrs. Xiangguo doesn't care?" Qintong was puzzled.

"We who are sold as slaves are naturally the master's playthings. If the master wants to beat, scold or kill us, can't we just let him? How could Mrs. Xiangguo take care of it? Furthermore, Mrs. Xiangguo only gave birth to one daughter, Yingying, and Cui Xiangguo is not allowed to take concubines. Cui Xiangguo wants to continue his incest, so Xiangguo's wife has no choice but to let him go. It is much better than going out to do mischief outside. Now, Cui Xiangguo finally has a son Huanlang in his house, who is now seven years old. Then we will also live together in this Pujiu Temple."

Qintong's heart moved and he said, "Oh, Cui Xiangguo still has a son!"

"Yes." When the matchmaker said this, she couldn't help being shocked and said, "I have to go back quickly. If I am late, I will be scolded again, and I will have to make a lot of noise."

Qintong sighed: "You, are you still going to Cui Xiang's country?"

"Hey, the matchmaker has a hard life. If you don't go to Prime Minister Cui's country, I'm afraid you won't have anywhere to live for a while." The matchmaker stamped her foot and said, "Just go, I, the matchmaker, will be afraid of them!"

Qintong nodded and said: "This road is dangerous, I will send you there."

The matchmaker felt hot in her heart, nodded slightly, and the two of them walked side by side to Pujiu Temple.

Qintong said worriedly: "You will suffer again this time!"

"Hey, this is our fate as slaves!" the matchmaker said with a serious look.

Qintong said angrily: "People who sell themselves into slavery are human beings. How come his sons and daughters are treated like treasures, but servants and slaves have to suffer such a bad fate? Matchmaker, do you hate Cui Xiangguo?"

The matchmaker gritted her teeth and said, "Oh, this is life. Then Cui Xiangguo is dead, where can I redress my grievances?"

Qintong said: "Huh! Then his child, the apple of his eye, should also experience such pain!"

"This is a great way to relieve your anger!" The matchmaker clapped her hands, "But it is absolutely not allowed to be used in the Cui Mansion. This is not something that we slaves can even think of doing. Besides, let's talk..."

Qintong asked curiously: "What else can you say?"

"Besides, Yingying is not kind to me either." The matchmaker raised her head and said.

Qin Tong snorted and said, "How can I not treat you lightly? If you tell her about your humiliation, will she uphold justice for you?"

The matchmaker's face turned frosty and she said sulkily, "Sister Yingying was fascinated by what she was listening to. She even asked me to give more details."

Qintong snorted angrily: "You really want to listen to her! This Yingying is thinking about spring."

The matchmaker smiled and said: "Yingying is 19 years old, and it is only human nature to miss her."

"At your age, shouldn't you be getting married?"

"Yes, Yingying has long promised to be the wife of Zheng Heng, the nephew of Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and the eldest son of Zheng Shangshu. Because Yingying's father has not yet died, the marriage has not been completed. But, but..."

"But how?" Qintong asked puzzled.

The matchmaker was helpless and said: "But for some reason, Yingying just doesn't like this husband of the Zheng family."

"Oh! This happened!" Qintong said.

"That's right." The matchmaker shook her head and said, "Yingying is a needle-pointed female worker who can do anything in poetry, calligraphy, and arithmetic. She has always had a very high vision. If she is not a dragon or a phoenix among people, how can she fall into her eyes."

The two of them chatted, and as they walked along, they approached Pujiu Temple. The yellow wall and mountain gate of Pujiu Temple could be seen in the distance.

The matchmaker turned to look at Qintong, looking at the handsome face, and said with nostalgia: "Brother, I, I'm going in."

"Sister, if you had a family, would you still be willing to go?"

The matchmaker sighed quietly and said: "Of course it won't go away, but, but, hey, brother, you should take more care when following your master. The injuries on your body are all caused by me. But I can't help you take care of yourself anymore, you have to take care of yourself. I'm leaving now, and I don't know when I will see you again." After saying that, his eye circles turned red again.

Qintong looked at Pujiu Temple in the distance, lowered his head to look at the matchmaker's charming face, took the matchmaker's hand, and said with a smile: "Sister, we are so destined, maybe we will meet soon. "

The matchmaker thought that this was the piano boy trying to comfort her. The fate of the slaves was in the hands of the master, and she could not decide. However, she could not bear to offend the young man who exuded vitality. She also held back her tears, nodded and said with a smile: "Well, ah I believe it, I’m waiting to meet you!"

After a pause, he then said: "Brother, you saved me twice today. If my sister has trouble in the temple, she must go to the bell tower and ring the bell twice, first to save the souls of the dead, and secondly, secondly..."

Qintong asked curiously: "Sister, what's next?"

"Secondly, to show that my matchmaker is thinking of you, brother." The matchmaker's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and she whispered, and she secretly glanced at the handsome face of the brother.

After saying that, he couldn't bear to let go, and simply broke away from the piano boy's hand, turned around and ran towards Pujiu Temple. He didn't dare to look back at the piano boy again, for fear that if he looked back, he would never be able to move again.

The matchmaker ran farther and farther, getting closer and closer to Pujiu Temple. She ran to the door of the west wing and knocked on the door. She couldn't help it anymore. She turned back and looked towards the way she came from, but she could not see that person anywhere. A handsome figure.

At this time, the door to the west wing opened, and the matchmaker was reluctant to leave. Finally, she turned back and entered the west wing.

After the door to the west wing was closed, a young man slowly emerged from behind the tree on the roadside. He was the piano boy.

Qintong looked at the west wing in despair, took a long breath, and nodded sharply. He turned around and strode towards Fucheng in the middle of the river.

When he arrived in the city, Qintong first went to the market to price all the birds and small animals he had hunted and sold them. Then he walked through the streets and alleys, knocking on doors and selling small packages of things he carried with him to households. . After getting a lot of money, I went to the cabinet shop to exchange it for gold and hid it close to my body.

Then he went to an inn, found the doctor, and said, "I will bring my husband to stay at the inn later. My husband will definitely ask me what is good about this place. How do you answer?"

The doctor smiled and said: "If your husband wants to be young, handsome, charming and heroic, he should naturally go to a brothel in the city. There are many young and beautiful ladies there, and they are all so tender. If you like actresses, , go to Goulan to watch a play, there are so many famous actors, you are bound to be happy. If you like drinking, go to a wine shop. If you like gambling, there are gambling houses. It is no worse than the capital, I guarantee that your husband will be satisfied! "

"What about Pujiu Temple?" Qintong reminded.

The doctor shook his head and said: "If you are not a good man and a believer, why should you go to the monk's temple? Look at the clay and wood sculptures that cannot move? Or admire the craftsmanship of the carved beams and painted buildings? When you are old, you go there to pray for the whole family, in front of the young husband. Go? Either adultery or robbery!"

"Doctor, I think you will be rewarded for all these tricks, right? This monk of Pujiu Temple is definitely not like this!"

The doctor smiled and said: "Where is it? Where is it?"

The piano boy took out a handful of copper coins, weighed them in his hand, stared at the coins and said, "If Pujiu Temple gives you this reward, I wonder if my husband will ask me where you can play?"