The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Yingying heard Zheng Heng's words inside, stamped her feet angrily, and rushed out.

She pointed at Zheng Heng and cursed: "How can you have any skin-to-skin relationship with this silver wax gun? If you do, you must have the qualities of a man! You are not good at all!"

Zheng Heng was scolded so much that his face turned red and white. He looked at Zhang Gong guiltily, then at Yingying, and said forcefully: "I, I can do it, why can't I do it! I, I, I am a man! I have the capital!"

"Bah! You are not a man at all!" Cui Yingying's face turned red and she yelled angrily.

The matchmaker rushed over, grabbed Yingying, and whispered: "Sister! How can you respond to him!"

Zheng Heng's face changed drastically, and he suddenly held his head and shouted loudly: "I, I am a man, I am a man!"

When the piano boy saw this, he simply added fuel to the fire and cursed loudly: "You are not! You are not! You, the love between children and heroes is short! The weapon is the murder weapon! No, bah, bah, bah! You are simply a Eunuch! By the way, don’t you want to be an official? Isn’t this ready? You are just a eunuch!”

Zheng Heng screamed strangely, turned pale, and said softly: "No, I'm not a eunuch, I'm not! I'm just a little bit, no, no, it's not that I can't do it! I can do it, I can do it, I'm very strong! Look, My head is very hard, my head is very hard!”

The voice got louder and louder. He staggered out and saw a big tree in the yard. He shouted, "I'm so hard! I, I... I can break the tree!" The tree hit.

The trunk of the big tree did not move at all, only the branches at the top swayed slightly, and some leaves fell, falling on Zheng Heng's body who fell next to the tree.

Everyone rushed out of the door. Du Que took a breath, snorted and said, "I'm out of breath. I'm dead!"

Elder Dharmamoto shouted the Buddha's name with sadness in his heart: "Amitabha, just now I was saying that today's precepts are broken for sexual misconduct and lying. Now, even killing is a violation, and the person killed is still a human being!"

Monk Facong was shocked. In this pure land of Buddhism, murder has actually been committed. What a sin! Sin!

Du Que said loudly: "This kid committed suicide out of fear of crime. He deserves it! Who else is with him?" As he spoke, he looked around with wide eyes.

Zheng Heng's men who came with Zheng Heng saw that something bad was going on and dispersed long ago.

The matchmaker supported Cui Yingying to prevent her from seeing the tragic situation in front of her. At the same time, she and Cui Yingying looked at each other, and they both looked at Zhang Gong in unison.

Zhang Gong frowned when he saw Zheng Heng lying under the tree, as if there were still many unanswered questions in his heart.

Qintong stood next to Zhang Gong, watching Zhang Gong's expression, and thought to himself: "This Gong, don't let your wild thoughts ruin the good thing of the matchmaker's sister getting rid of her slave status."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo was angry and anxious. She fell beside Zheng Heng and cried bitterly. At first, she was really grieving for her nephew who accidentally committed suicide. But he suddenly thought: "In this way, the entanglement between Heng'er and Yingying will be unconfirmed, which will be a good thing for our Cui family. The Cui family's reputation can be saved."

Thinking of this, he stood up, wiped his tears, and said, "I never forced him to death. I am his biological aunt, and he has no parents. I will be the one to bury him."

Everyone nodded silently, and monk Fa Cong said knowingly: "Madam, don't worry, I will make arrangements for myself." Then he quickly ordered the monks to carry out Zheng Heng's body.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo nodded, wiped away her tears, and entered the room, thinking: "We must understand what happened today as soon as possible to avoid a long night and many dreams!"

So he said: "Then call Yingying out, let's have a festive tea and dinner today, and let the number one scholar and Yingying get married. Let's celebrate."

Elder Faben and Monk Fa Cong claimed that it was true, and Du Que also said: "Yes, it should be like this!"

Cui Yingying looked at the matchmaker, secretly saying she was lucky, and thought: "Fortunately, Zhang Gong didn't doubt it too much, so he just took this opportunity to strike while the iron is hot and get married!"

Seeing Cui Yingying's expression of color, the matchmaker understood her intentions and thought to herself: "Of course it's better to get married as soon as possible. In this way, I can become the concubine of the number one scholar as soon as possible and get rid of my slave status!"

So both of them were beaming and unmoved by Zheng Heng's death.

Qintong has been quietly watching the matchmaker's every move. When he saw the matchmaker's face smiling after hearing Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's instructions to get married, he was silently happy for the matchmaker in his heart, but felt a faint pain for no reason.

At this moment, Zhang Gong was heard whispering coldly: "Humph, let's just forget it?"

Everyone was shocked and looked at Zhang Gong.

Zhang Gong was seen looking at Cui Yingying, his eyes full of suspicion.

Cui Yingying was so frightened by what he saw that she lowered her head and hid behind the matchmaker in panic.

The matchmaker was also at a loss and hesitated, then Cui Yingying pinched her arm suddenly.

"Ah, no!" The matchmaker cried out in pain.

Zhang Gong glared at the matchmaker and said, "No, what? Is this what Zheng Heng said?"

Cui Yingying quickly whispered: "No, no! How can this happen!"

"Yes, yes!" The matchmaker quickly helped Cui Yingying and said, "Sir, don't you still have the Xiangluo? If so, where did the peach blossoms on your Xiangluo white handkerchief come from?"

When Zhang Gong heard this, he couldn't help but take out the square Xiangluo white handkerchief that he kept close to his body. He unfolded it and took a closer look.

Zhang Gong's brows relaxed slightly, but he was worried and said: "Humph, this Zheng Heng would rather die to prove that he is a strong man. Why is this? He said that there is skin contact, and you said He is a silver wax-headed spear. How did you know about such a secret thing?"

Elder Faben lowered his head and recited Buddhist scriptures silently. Monk Facong scratched his bald head and was at a loss for what to do.

Du Que felt a little disdainful and thought: "Hey, Zhang Gong, a scholar, loves to get into trouble, so what? As long as it doesn't affect our joint control of the court, what's the point? Woman, are you still afraid of not having one? A virgin? You Zhang Are there not many people who can break it? Only you can break it? No one else can break it?"

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's face was ashen and she said nothing. She didn't know how to speak.

Seeing Zhang Gong's gloomy face, Cui Yingying knew that he was really angry, and thought to herself: "It seems that if we don't make it clear today, we won't be able to escape. If this happens, Zhang Gong can completely regret the marriage. Now that Zheng Heng is dead, from now on, If the news spreads, how can I get married? What's more, Zhang Gong is now the number one scholar in the new science and the governor of Hezhong, how can I let him go? "

Thinking of this, he walked up to Zhang Gong and said softly: "Husband! Zheng Heng is a silver-like wax-tipped gun. This is not an empty lie. There is a reason for it."

After hearing this, the matchmaker cried secretly in her heart and thought: "It's over. If Cui Yingying admits it, Zhang Gong will have reason to regret the marriage. Then how can I get rid of my slave status for a while?"

Zhang Gong said coldly: "You already know this, it's really extraordinary!"

Qin Tong was shocked and thought: "It seems that this matter is strange. If this happens, Sister Matchmaker's wish will be very bad!"

Sure enough, Cui Yingying said: "Husband, I'm telling you the truth, this is what the matchmaker told me."

"What!" The matchmaker was shocked and said in horror: "Sister, you can't talk nonsense!"

Cui Yingying stretched out her hand, pinched the matchmaker's arm tightly, and said angrily: "Why, why didn't you say it? If you didn't know Zheng Heng, how would you know?"

The matchmaker looked at Cui Yingying in horror, but she saw Cui Yingying turned her back to the crowd and winked at the matchmaker.

In the blink of an eye, the matchmaker's mind was filled with thoughts, and she thought: "Cui Yingying clearly wants me to take the blame. Otherwise, let alone me being Zhang Gong's concubine, even Cui Yingying herself might not be able to do it. Zhang Gong’s first wife.”

Then he thought: "If this happens, when will I be able to get rid of my slavery?"

"But if you don't agree, if Zhang Gong really breaks off the engagement, then Cui Yingying will definitely be angry with me." The matchmaker then thought about it, "Even if you get married in the future, you don't have to take me as a dowry, and then I will be free from slavery. No time limit!"

He raised his head and looked at Cui Yingying, eyes wide open. Cui Yingying understood and nodded slightly.

The matchmaker's heart skipped a beat, and she turned to Zhang Gong and said, "Yes, I told my sister! This Zheng Heng is a silver-like wax-tipped gun!"