The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

In the west chamber, there was a hint of worry between the Madam's brows. She held her son Huanlang's hand, and her voice contained an imperceptible anxiety: "Huanlang, have you noticed that in the past month, your sister Yingying has... She seems to have changed a lot? Her speech and behavior are sometimes in a trance and sometimes extremely excited. This is not like her usual appearance. Moreover, her posture seems to be very different from usual. I am worried that she is suffering from some disease. .”

Huanlang was still a child, how could he know so much? He tilted his head and thought for a while, recalling the scene of the previous few days with some doubts in his tone: "That night, Aniang, you had fallen asleep. I saw my sister and The matchmaker quietly went out and went to the garden to burn incense. After waiting for a long time, they didn't come back, so I went back to the room to sleep."

After hearing this, the lady frowned and decided to find out. She said coldly: "It all started with the matchmaker. Call her over!"

Huanlang went to call the matchmaker: "Matchmaker! Matchmaker!"

The matchmaker hurriedly came out and asked with a puzzled look on her face: "Brother, what do you want from me?"

There was a hint of sympathy in Huanlang's clear eyes: "Aniang knows that you and your sister went to the garden, and now I want to ask you."

The matchmaker was startled, with a look of fear on her face, and thought to herself: "Ah, this is bad, miss, you have implicated me!"

He quickly said to Huanlang: "Brother, you go first, and I will come."

After sending Huanlang away, she turned around and hurried to Cui Yingying's boudoir, calling Yingying: "Sister, the matter has been exposed. The old lady asked me to come over. What should I do?"

Cui Yingying's face changed color, she stretched out her hand and twisted the matchmaker's arm, and said angrily: "You must be the one who said this, little bitch, I will strangle you to death!"

The matchmaker was stunned, holding back the pain and shouting: "Sister! It's none of my business! I didn't say that!"

Cui Yingying was tired of squeezing, panting and stopped, her expression became solemn, and she thought to herself: "This is really troublesome. It seems that the matchmaker didn't leak it. It would only be worse. I wonder how my mother-in-law knew? what do I do?"

So he gently rubbed the sore spot on the matchmaker's arm and said eagerly: "Good matchmaker, you are my sister. Good sister, you have to help me find a way!"

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the matchmaker's mouth, and she thought in her heart: "How can I protect Yingying? I am also in dire straits."

He could only say to Cui Yingying: "Mom, I thought you were fully prepared, but I didn't expect that you still showed a flaw."

Yingying sighed softly: "Everything in the world is unpredictable, just like the bright moon will be covered by dark clouds, and the flowers need rain to nourish them. I thought I could carefully hide my secret, but it was discovered after all."

A trace of panic flashed in the matchmaker's eyes, and she said: "I thought you would just go out to admire the moon at night and come home early in the morning, so that you can keep the secret for a long time. I didn't expect you to stay out all night, which made me worried. If you just wear a It's just the stars and the moon, who asked you to stay all night? The old lady is extremely smart and has a bad temper; how can I turn nothing into something with my clever words and colors?"

She thought sadly in her heart: "The old lady guessed that the poor scholar became the new son-in-law, the young lady became the beloved wife, and I, the little bitch, became the matchmaker. My young lady's face is full of energy at these times, her eyes are filled with autumn water, and she doesn't want anything else. Now. Try to pull up the strings of your skirt and buckle the buttons, and compare your fatness and thinness with yours before. You will look more energetic and charming in a different way. Anyone can see that something is wrong."

Cui Yingying had an indifferent face and a cold look in her eyes. She said to the matchmaker: "Matchmaker, be careful what you answer when you get there!" Such a warning was full of threats, making the entire boudoir seem to fall into a tense atmosphere.

The matchmaker looked a little nervous, but still tried to stay calm. She responded with some clever words: "When I go to my wife, she will definitely ask: 'This little bitch, I asked you to guard everywhere, who asked you to seduce Yingying and walk around randomly?' If you ask about this section How should I explain it? Then charge him with the crime of 'knowing what I knew but not reporting it'." Her tone was firm, as if she had been prepared for it, and she had given a thorough response to Madam's question.

Cui Yingying smiled slightly. She understood the matchmaker's response, but the indifference in her eyes did not melt.

The matchmaker continued: "Sister, you deserve to be punished. Why should I do it?" There was a hint of sadness in her tone.

When Cui Yingying heard this, she couldn't help but lower her head. A blush rushed to her cheeks, as if she had been invisiblely blamed. She tried her best to avoid looking directly into the matchmaker's eyes, but deep down she was worried about the Madam's accusation.

"You were in love in the embroidered tent, and you did everything. When did I cough slightly outside the window to disturb you?" The matchmaker's voice was sarcastic, as if she was exposing Cui Yingying's privacy. , filling the entire boudoir with an awkward atmosphere.

However, the matchmaker spoke righteously, but her heart was full of sweetness. For the past month, although Cui Yingying and Zhang Sheng played in the study every night, at the same time, the matchmaker also spent sleepless nights with the piano boy.

The two couples are inseparable and affectionate, and they have a long-lasting love that is hard to separate. However, both Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying were determined to get married; the matchmaker had already expressed her feelings to Qin Tong, and she could belong to Qin Tong both physically and mentally, but she had to be Zhang Sheng's concubine in order to get rid of her slave status as soon as possible. Although Qintong was helpless, as a slave, he was content with having someone in his heart.

Thinking of this, the matchmaker continued: "I stood on the mossy place to freeze the embroidered shoes. Today, my tender skin will be beaten by the madam's thick stick. Sister, what is the reason for my diligence?" " There was a deep grievance in her voice, as if she was questioning the meaning of Cui Yingying's actions.

Cui Yingying lowered her head, unable to answer the matchmaker's question, and she fell into silence. At this time, there was an atmosphere of tension and embarrassment in the boudoir, like the calm before the storm.

The matchmaker's face suddenly became filled with emotion, and she said calmly: "Sister, wait here, I'll go over. It's over, don't be too happy, and don't be upset if you can't explain it."

The matchmaker came to Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's room to see Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and just called "Madam".

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo then said sternly: "You little bitch, why don't you kneel down! Do you know what crime you have committed?"

The matchmaker quickly bowed her head and knelt down. She seemed a little trembling, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she didn't care about the madam's accusation. She replied: "The matchmaker doesn't know she is guilty." Although her voice was calm, it revealed a sense of calmness and disdain.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo sneered: "You are always stubborn! If you tell the truth, I will spare you; if you don't tell the truth, I will beat you bitch to death! Who asked you and the lady to go to the garden?" Cui Mrs. Xiangguo became increasingly angry, and she showed no mercy to the matchmaker's words.

The matchmaker gritted her teeth, with a hint of struggle in her voice: "I didn't go, who saw me going?" She tried to defend herself while avoiding being hurt by the madam's anger.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo was unmoved: "Huanlang saw you going there, but you are still trying to shirk it!" Mrs. Cui Xiangguo waved her hand towards the matchmaker. A crisp slap echoed in the room, accompanied by the matchmaker's low moans, and a sad atmosphere filled the air.

Immediately, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo picked up a thick stick and hit the matchmaker mindlessly.

The matchmaker covered her beaten cheek, avoiding Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's blow, trying to calm her inner anger. Not to be outdone, she said: "Madam, don't flinch, don't be angry first, listen to the matchmaker." Her eyes flashed with determination, as if she was defending herself.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo was panting from the beating. She stopped with her hands on her hips and glared at the matchmaker without saying a word.

The matchmaker began to narrate: "When I was sitting in the evening, I stopped my sewing and chatted with my sister. I said that brother Zhang Sheng had been ill for a long time. The two of us carried my wife on our backs and went to the study to greet him." There was a clever tone in her tone. Weaving, trying to defend herself and Cui Yingying.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo threw away the thick stick and asked coldly: "Greetings, what did he say?" Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, forcing the matchmaker to tell the truth.

The matchmaker smiled slightly, and she immediately replied: "He said: 'The old lady's matter has passed. She turned kindness into hatred, and made the young man's joy turn into sorrow.' He said: 'Matchmaker, please take a step first, let me The little lady is left behind for now.'"

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo fell into a rage and asked: "Yingying is still a child, what will happen if she is left behind?" Her tone revealed concern for Yingying.

The matchmaker said helplessly: "I thought they were using magical acupuncture to treat illnesses, but I didn't expect it to be Yingying Yanyan. The two of them have been sleeping together for more than a month now!"