The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

The matchmaker accepted Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's order with a heavy heart. She understood that this was a task full of challenges and risks. She said: "My lady is so concerned and asked me to send greetings and deliver prescriptions. His illness may become more serious. I have to go there quickly. It is easy to suffer from divorce in a foreign land, and magic medicine cannot cure a heartbroken person." .”

Her heart was full of worries because she understood the complicated feelings between Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying. But she also knows that this is her duty, and she must fulfill it no matter how many emotional entanglements are involved.

Before leaving, she also fell into guilt for Cui Yingying. She thought: "I asked Yingying like this last night: Yingying, don't just lean against the door and wait for the moon, write poems, and listen to the piano. You tell so many lies when you see Zhang Sheng. When you are angry, drive the scholar out, happy Then he asked me to visit him again. He forced me, the concubine, to do things. I am like a sewing thread, never leaving the needle."

She understands Cui Yingying's inner conflict, but she also understands that her Cui Yingying has a complicated fate and responsibility.

The matchmaker hurried to Zhang Sheng's residence and came to the door of the study. She saw Qintong waiting outside the door and stepped forward and said, "Brother, is your husband better?"

When the piano boy saw that it was the matchmaker, his heart felt as if a heavy drum was being beaten. He was startled and then said: "Sister, you are here."

The matchmaker nodded. She knew the sadness in Qin Tong's heart, but how could it be compared to getting rid of her slave status? She said cruelly: "Qin Tong, I have been ordered by my wife and young lady to come to visit your home. Langjun."

Hearing the matchmaker's official words, the piano boy felt sad and said, "Okay, sister, please come in!" He stretched out his hand to open the study door, invited the matchmaker to come in, then gently closed the door, and went to the window to moisturize. Looking inside through the broken window paper.

I saw the matchmaker walking to the bed and seeing Zhang Sheng lying there with exhaustion and helplessness in her eyes. She asked: "Brother, how is your condition?"

Qintong felt a pain in his heart and thought: "Okay, if you don't call me brother when you meet me, you will call me brother when you meet Zhang Junrui. Okay! Okay!"

I saw Zhang Sheng smile slightly, but there was a bitterness in the smile: "I am so sick that I am going to die! If I die, you will not be able to escape responsibility from the King of Hell."

The matchmaker sighed and thought to herself: "There is no lovesick person in the world as stupid as you."

She then asked: "If you don't care about learning and don't dream of a better future, just do those stealing and cheating things with your heart. But you haven't got any good results, from the time when the begonia flowers bloom until now. Why would you? Are you so sick?" There was deep concern in her eyes.

Zhang Sheng looked worried and angry. He looked at the matchmaker and said, "It's all because of you - I don't want to lie - it's because you didn't treat me well. I almost died in the study at night. I saved others, but instead It’s harming yourself. From ancient times to the present, it’s been said that “an infatuated woman has a heart-broken man”, but now it’s the other way around.”

Qin Tong felt very painful in his heart and thought: "You are a scumbag. It's obvious that your internal fire is rising and you have no place to vent it. It's all your fault on my sister." It doesn't matter that my sister doesn't call her Adi. The matchmaker regards her as a sister.

But through the hole in the window paper, I saw the matchmaker standing there with a calm expression, listening to Zhang Sheng's vent. She understood that this was the resentment in Zhang Sheng's heart, but she also knew that it was not entirely responsible.

The matchmaker responded: "I see, this disease is caused by unclean things; it is like being possessed by a ghost. Some scholars are like this, always troubled by love. The pursuit of fame and fame is unsatisfactory, and marriage is full of troubles."

Qin Tong couldn't help but nodded. It was indeed true. Junrui's flirting with women along the way was too smooth. Once things went wrong, his energy and blood would stagnate.

Then, I heard the matchmaker say: "The old lady asked me to see what medicine you need. The lady was very concerned and sent a prescription to sir."

After hearing this, Zhang Sheng sat up and asked hurriedly: "Where is it?"

Qintong stood outside the window with contempt in his heart and thought: "Hmph, I see that your disease doesn't need any decoction at all!"

But seeing that the matchmaker was still calm, she told him: "The prescription uses several kinds of medicine, each with a special formula. Let me tell you: the osmanthus is swaying in the middle of the night, and the angelica is soaked in sour vinegar."

Zhang Sheng asked: "Osmanthus fragrans is mild and Angelica sinensis activates blood circulation. How to prepare it?"

The matchmaker continued: "The prescription is hidden in a cool place. It is difficult to find. One or two doses will have an effect."

The uneasiness in Zhang Sheng's heart gradually subsided, and he asked with a smile: "What are the taboos?"

The matchmaker told him: "It is taboo that 'Anemarrhena' did not sleep well, and she was worried that 'matchmaker' would be upset. After taking the medicine, the mood will be stable. Use 'Shi Junzi' and a little 'ginseng'. This prescription was written by the lady herself."

Zhang Sheng laughed after hearing this, with a hint of relaxation in his words: "If I had known it was my sister who sent the letter, I would have come out to greet it from a distance. Little lady——"

The matchmaker interrupted him: "So what? You are always like this."

Zhang Sheng deliberately teased her: "You don't know the meaning of this poem. The little lady wants to 'hey hoo hey hoo' with me! Hahaha!"

When the piano boy outside the window heard what Zhang Sheng said, he couldn't help but shake his head and thought to himself: "This dandy boy only knows these things!" Thinking of a matchmaker, hearing this would stain his ears. Then he looked at the matchmaker.

But the matchmaker smiled coldly and said: "Didn't you miss something? Really, don't pretend to be stupid. Laughing at you, this crazy Hanlin, who has nowhere to ask for good news, and cares about this letter. If you get a note like this with a needle hidden in it, if What will you do when you see Yu Tianxian? That little lady of yours is so ungrateful and heartless. What is written in the letter? Read it to me."

Zhang Sheng sat on the bed, his expression revealing anxiety and expectation. He recited the poem softly, and the words in the poem revealed his inner struggle, not only because of his illness, but also because of his feelings for Cui Yingying.

"Don't dwell on the pain of leisurely affairs and destroy your talents. Unexpectedly, if you fulfill my concubine's life at that time, how can you prevent the disaster of being a king today? It is hard to follow the etiquette of being virtuous, so I would like to offer you a new poem as a guide. Send a message to Xiu in the Gaotang Dynasty, and the rain will fall tonight The clouds are coming." Zhang Sheng read softly.

The piano boy heard it outside the window and secretly applauded in his heart: "Well, this Cui Yingying is also quite talented. She wrote an erotic poem with hidden emotions, but it was quite explicit!"

But he saw the matchmaker still frowning at the side, seeming to understand but not understanding.

Zhang Sheng laughed and said: "This poem is not like before. The lady will definitely come."

The matchmaker stood in front of his bed, her eyes gentle and thoughtful. She knew that Zhang Sheng had deep feelings for Cui Yingying, but she also understood that this relationship might bring more troubles. She said: "What will you do when she comes? You lie on the bed with the piano on your pillow. How can you sleep with her when she comes? How can you talk about a close friend when you are shivering from the cold? If you really have a heart, she also has a heart. Last night in The scene in the swing garden is very profound; with the shadow of the flowers and the light of the moon, a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so why bother writing poems to express your feelings?"

Zhang Sheng nodded, looked at his bed, and said to the matchmaker: "Good sister, I have ten taels of silver, and you can lend me a set of beautiful bedding that Yingying likes."

The matchmaker sighed softly and said: "I have a mandarin duck pillow and an emerald quilt, which can fulfill your wish. How can you borrow it? What are you more afraid of if you don't take off your clothes? It's better to act directly. If you get married, you will have good luck in the future. .”

Zhang Sheng smiled awkwardly: "I look so sick because of Miss Yingying. Could it be that Miss Yingying would also lose weight because of Xiaosheng?"

Qintong listened to Zhang Sheng's words outside the window and thought to himself: "Haha, you are quite conceited!"

The matchmaker nodded approvingly. She knew Cui Yingying's characteristics very well: "Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like autumn water, her body is soft, her waist is slim, her face is handsome, her heart is pretty, her body is gentle, and her personality is calm. She is beautiful and smart, Although he does not know medical skills, he is better than Guanyin Bodhisattva."

Zhang Sheng's expectations and the matchmaker's teasing formed a relaxed and warm picture, which made Zhang Sheng laugh out loud, as if he had forgotten his illness and all the troubles. "If tonight happens, I'll never forget it," he said.

The matchmaker reminded him: "You speak slowly and think hard in your dreams. The past has passed, only the present is important. Let everything go as it comes when we meet tonight. I don't want your white jade and gold." , as long as you bloom beautifully."

Zhang Sheng nodded, and then showed some worry: "I'm worried that the madam will restrict the little lady from coming out."

The matchmaker responded softly: "I'm afraid the lady is not willing. If you really have this wish, even if the old lady guards the door day and night, I will try my best to satisfy you no matter what."

When Qintong heard what the matchmaker said, he felt quite sad in his heart: "Sister, sister, is it really so important to get rid of your slave status?"

Then a voice sounded in his heart: "Of course! Of course it's important!" He nodded slightly.

Just listen to Zhang Sheng say with a little worry: "Don't be as unwilling as last night."

The matchmaker gently advised: "You have to work hard! It's up to her whether she wants to be with you when the season comes, and it's up to you whether you want to kiss her or not when the season comes."