The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

At this time, the scholar was in the Buddhist hall, with his back to Fa Cong. Thinking that Fa Cong could not see him, he took a deep breath and felt the aroma pouring into his internal organs and traveling with his blood through the nine meridians. Qiao, it feels so refreshing, and I feel that the heat in my dantian is getting stronger and stronger.

Fa Cong was behind him. Looking at his back, he could tell that he was taking a big breath. He was secretly happy, so he simply stood aside and let him go.

At this moment, the scholar saw a person walking towards the side wall of the back door of the Buddhist hall. The person was a graceful little lady.

The young lady has a beautiful and dignified appearance, her complexion is like jade, but there is a touch of delicate reddish color, her pearl-like eyes are like a clear spring, her apricot eyes are flowing, clear and bright. Under the small and straight nose, there are some pink lips, and behind the delicate chin, a neck like gelatin is exposed.

This young lady was none other than Yingying. She stepped into the Buddhist temple before the matchmaker, and had already caught a glimpse of a man. Judging from the attire, she was a scholar, tall and tall, with an elegant face. She felt something in her heart and couldn't help but take a deep breath. The dense fragrance in the Buddhist temple penetrated into my heart, and my pupils suddenly expanded unconsciously, and I kept blinking. My back couldn't help arching, but I used my right hand to caress my left fingers and nails, and my pace slowed down. He only felt the fragrance, and his heart seemed to long for the scent of the man.

The scholar felt that his mouth was dry, his blood was rising, and his heart was beating loudly in his chest. For a moment, it seemed that there was nothing else in the temple except this little lady. The hand holding the open folding fan was a little numb, trembling slightly and not daring to move before covering the Dantian.

All I thought in my mind was: "Why is there such a beautiful person? Oh my God, she is all in my eyes! What, what, what should I say? Where has my soul gone? Has it flown into the sky? Look, Look at her fragrant shoulders, look at her, look at her smile, she smiles!"

At this time, I even forgot to breathe. It wasn't until I felt suffocated that I took another big breath. I felt my blood surge and my whole body became even hotter.

Then I thought: "Did I really go to heaven? How else could I have such a beautiful little lady? Isn't she a fairy? Yes, yes! Only gods are so beautiful and have such a spring breeze-like style , that’s why I have this golden flower jewelry inlaid with jewels and emeralds!”

The scholar stared at Yingying's curved eyebrows, like a crescent moon, covering her temples slantingly. He was stunned and speechless.

Fa Cong was beside him and saw that the scholar suddenly became stupid. He turned around and saw that it was Cui Xiangguo's daughter who had already entered the Buddhist temple according to the time he had set. He couldn't help but nodded slightly, with a look on his face. The color emerges. All my arrangements are now being realized one by one. Let's see how the scholar performs next. Then he turned to look at the scholar.

The scholar still had an obsessed look on his face, and the young lady's red lips were slightly open, and she exhaled like blue, as if she had said something.

Yingying felt that her face was hot and her feet were soft. It would be disrespectful to speak directly to the scholar, so she turned around and said something to the matchmaker, so that the scholar would pay attention to me after hearing it.

The scholar heard in his ears: "Matchmaker, look: the monk's room is deserted, and the moss on the steps is covered with red flowers."

The scholar's throat moved, and he swallowed with difficulty. He stayed in place, unable to move. He only thought in his mind: "Oh my God! It's so beautiful! Her voice is so beautiful! She, she can also compose poetry! God! Now! I can't stand it anymore! I'm going to die!" I felt like my heart was being hit by a heavy hammer, there was a thumping sound, and my head was buzzing.

There is such a beautiful little lady in the world! Look at her, she looked shy before she spoke, her cherry-like mouth, her red lips, and her creamy neck were exposed to tempt me. After a while, she spoke. Oh my God. Now, how long this moment has been to me!

This little lady is like a cheerful bird singing in circles around the flowers. Every step she takes makes me tempted! Look at her slender waist, delicate and soft, a thousand kinds of lightness and softness, ten thousand kinds of softness and beauty, my God! who I am? where am I? What am I going to do?

The matchmaker listened to what Yingying said and walked into the Buddhist temple with Yingying. She saw a man at a glance and was delighted. This was a man with hair. He was not a monk, but dressed as a scholar. Couldn't he be the novice monk just now? Is the scholar in question a student? Could it be that Cheng is the master who saved my brother? What about Adi? Where is my brother?

Looking around the scholar, he saw that there was no one else except the monk Facong.

Looking at the scholar again, he looked dazed and motionless, his face was red, his eyes were wide open, his pupils seemed to be dilated, and he was looking blankly ahead in the direction of Yingying. The mouth was open and closed, and seemed to be a bit drooling. He's pretty tall, but he's half a head shorter than his brother. His face was fairly straight, but compared with Adi's chiseled handsomeness, it paled in comparison.

I had thought before that if my brother is so handsome, how handsome his master should be. How can a master be less handsome than his servant? It seems that this scholar must not be Adi's master. A scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam was not accompanied by a servant? He seems to be a poor man!

The matchmaker didn't see her brother, and the scholar was just a poor man, and he didn't have any servants accompanying him, so she felt very disappointed. I saw this poor scholar staring at Yingying again, as if no one else was around, and I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous and resentful in my heart, hum, am I not good-looking? Is only Yingying beautiful?

Seizing the opportunity, I came out of the west wing with Yingying, half to play and relax, and half to see if I would have a chance to see my brother. Just now, my heart was beating wildly, my whole body was hot, my mouth was dry, and now I feel like A basin of cold water was poured into my pocket, and the heat in my heart was poured cold. Even the scent of incense in the Buddhist temple that I breathed was no longer sweet.

I wonder what will happen if Yingying meets a stranger? Then he looked forward to Yingying.

And after Yingying said that sentence, she felt like her heart was pounding like a deer, her cheeks were hot, and she just thought: "He, he must have heard it! Is what I said okay? This poem is smooth, rhymed, and counterpointed. Doesn’t he feel bad? He must be a well-educated scholar and well-versed in classics, but don’t make fun of me for not being able to write poetry!”

Then he thought about the scholar he had just glanced at, who was looking at him longingly: "He is so handsome, with a face like a crown jewel, fair complexion, a nose like a gallbladder, and a pair of blurry phoenix eyes. Oh, he, he is looking at me, looking at me Me! But, but, I didn’t dress up well today. It’s this cheap matchmaker who pulled me out in a hurry and didn’t dress me up properly! Humph! No, he, he will definitely see me like this He won’t like it, no, I can’t let him see it, I have to go back and dress up!”

When the matchmaker saw Yingying's shy look, her face turned red, she turned around and lowered her head, thinking that she didn't want to bump into a stranger. Anyway, the scholar was just a poor man, and he didn't look as good as her brother, so that's it, he still looked so lustful. You look silly, but don’t taint Yingying’s eyes. My Yingying is so beautiful, why should I give you another look? So he said: "There is someone over there, let's go back quickly!"

So she quickly picked up the matchmaker and left. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yingying couldn't help it anymore and looked back at the foolish scholar.

At this glance, all kinds of thoughts and feelings were flowing, and it was like a heavy hammer, hitting the scholar's head until his head buzzed, and he felt that blood was about to spurt out from his nose. He stood there blankly, motionless.

Seeing that Yingying seemed to be nostalgic, the matchmaker hesitated for a moment, thinking: "If this scholar is A Di's master, then A Di is nearby. If I wait a little longer, will I be able to see A Di?" "

Just as she was thinking about it, she was pinched and pinched by Yingying. She grinned and endured the pain. Seeing that Yingying went straight to the back door of the Buddhist temple without looking back, she had no choice but to follow Yingying out quickly.

Seeing that the fairy-like little lady suddenly turned around and disappeared, the scholar woke up in a hurry, as if falling from the clouds to the ground. He reached out and grabbed Fa Cong's monk's robe. He was so anxious that he didn't even bother to call him "Master" and asked: " Monk, what a coincidence? Why did Guanshiyin Bodhisattva appear?"