The Snail Princess and Her Benefactor

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Yang Shilin was so frightened by the lady in the painting that he sat down on the ground, not daring to look at the lady in the painting again. For a moment, he didn't know what to do, so he could only sit there in a daze.

As the sun set and dusk approached, an autumn breeze blew and Yang Shilin couldn't help but shiver. His mind suddenly became clear and he stood up in a panic and turned around and ran away.

Although the woman in the painting was beautiful, she called him husband with her lips slightly parted, which was really too scary. He ran while muttering: "Encountering such a strange thing by the river in broad daylight, it must be a ghost."

Yang Shilin ran around in panic, suddenly remembering that he had worked hard to chop firewood for a whole morning to get the painting. It would be a pity to just leave it there and let others pick it up and exchange it for money. At worst, he could just take it back and exchange it for a bowl of porridge.

He turned his head to look at the painting, but he couldn't bear to throw it away. Frightened, Yang Xiucai slowly moved forward, stood at a distance and secretly watched.

I saw the painting hanging on the willow tree, swaying quietly in the wind, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Yang Shilin took a few more steps closer with courage. The lady in the painting didn't change at all in his eyes. She was still so graceful, with a flower basket in her hand and a gentle smile.

He heaved a long sigh: "I must have been dazzled just now. How could the people in the painting talk? I must have been dizzy and dazed by hunger, so I mistook the movement of the painting for the movement of the people in the painting. What a joke, what a joke."

After saying this, he bowed deeply to the lady in the painting and said, "Princess, please don't blame me. I was just very hungry and blamed you for something. It is my fault. I will go home with you now."

He rolled up the scroll and happily took it home, completely forgetting how frightened he was.

When he got home, Yang Xiucai prepared meals for his old mother and helped her to sleep.

Then he took out the painting of a beautiful lady and hung it on the headboard of his shabby bed. In the dim moonlight, Yang Shilin looked at the beauty in the painting and could not help but feel stupid again.

"Princess, thank you for your hard work! I, Yang Shilin, am honored to be here. This is my humble cottage. I am sorry to have to stay here. When I pass the imperial examination, I will find a boudoir for you so that you and I can stay together all day long.

As he spoke, he could not help but reach out to touch the princess in the painting, and caressed her body with his fingertips: "Princess, how about reading with me tonight? With the princess by my side, I can definitely read all night long."

As the night deepened, Yang Shilin buried his head in his study under the moonlight. In a cheerful mood, he read until midnight. He was exhausted from a day of chopping wood. No matter how hard he tried at night, he could not resist the fatigue. His head was dizzy and began to shake. After a while, Yang Shilin fell to the ground with his head tilted to one side and fell asleep.

The moonlight fell on the silent thatched hut. In the hut, there was only a tattered wooden bed and a tattered desk, on which lay Yang Shilin, who was sleeping soundly.

However, he couldn't see at all that the painting of the lady that he had paid for with a day's sweat was now emitting a dazzling purple light, which made the thatched hut look extremely eerie.

The autumn wind outside the window blew the corners of Yang Shilin's clothes, and the papers on the desk were rustling, as if trying to wake up the sleeping Yang Shilin. But the silly young man didn't notice it at all, and his snoring drowned out the sound of turning pages.

The purple light in the painting became brighter and brighter. A puff of black smoke slowly came in from outside the thatched cottage, lingering and circling inside the house, and then wisps of it entered the painting of the lady hanging in front of Yang Shilin's bed.

The lady in the painting opened her eyes slowly and inhaled all the black smoke. Her pupils trembled and a black and purple light shone in her eyes. Her lips suddenly turned scarlet and a drop of blood fell from the corner of her slightly curled lips.

"Hahahaha... Today I met this boy with extraordinary spiritual awareness, but he is still missing a soul. If this rare spiritual awareness is refined into a pill, it can help this king's spiritual power increase greatly. Haha..." The charming laughter of a soft and charming woman sounded slowly in the hut. There was endless charm in the voice, which could make the listener lose his mind in an instant.

The figure of the lady in the painting flashed, and she actually slowly stepped out of the painting, and with a flash of spiritual light, she landed steadily in the thatched cottage.

The lady raised her wrist and the flower basket in her hand turned into a plate of delicious cakes.

She waved her jade hand again and held the teapot in her hand. She took light lotus steps and slowly approached behind Yang Shilin. She lowered her head and sniffed the body of the young man in the room and called softly, "Husband, wake up, husband, wake up!"

Yang Shilin heard a woman calling him in his sleepy eyes. He raised his eyes in a daze and took a closer look. He saw that the woman had a charming figure and looked very familiar. He couldn't remember who she was or why she appeared in his thatched hut so late at night.

He quickly stood up and saluted: "Miss, are you calling me? I can't remember which family you are from, and I don't know why you are visiting me so late at night."

The beautiful woman opened her cherry lips slightly, her white teeth were like the moon, and her slender peach blossom eyes looked around slightly. Suddenly, a dark purple light shot out of her peach blossom eyes and rushed straight into Yang Shilin's eyes.

Yang Shilin's whole body immediately began to tremble violently, his pupils trembling rapidly, and he stared blankly at the beautiful woman in front of him. He had actually lost all his mind, and only a dangling empty shell remained.

The fox demon's slender fingers gently stroked the lips of the dazed Yang Shilin: "Have you forgotten who I am so quickly, sir? Didn't you just ask me to accompany you to study at night? Now I am standing in front of you, and you don't know who I am. You...you are also a liar!"

As she spoke, she twisted her slender waist and turned her head to get angry. Yang Shilin was a good young man, but he had lost his mind and was just an empty shell. He could only let the fox demon do whatever it wanted.

The swaying of her slender waist, the soft humming of her voice, and the sweet smile of the pretty lady immediately made the mindless Young Master Yang feel numb and comfortable all over. He no longer cared about where she came from, as long as he could be by her side.

"Ah! Could it be that the young lady is the person in the painting?" He pointed lightly at the picture of the lady hanging on the head of the bed and asked tentatively.

The beauty just nodded gently and didn't say another word to him. Yang Shilin raised his eyes and looked at the painting of the lady in front of the bed.

The painting was still hanging in front of the bed intact, but the beauty in the painting was nowhere to be seen. Yang Shilin hurried forward to take a closer look, and sure enough, the beauty looked exactly like the woman in the painting, with the same figure and dress.

Yang Shilin couldn't help but be overjoyed: "It's really the princess. The princess is here to show me courtesy. The princess must be sincere in her admiration for me and came to meet me tonight."

The beautiful woman tilted her head and chuckled: "You're still calling me princess? Didn't my husband just call me my wife?"

Yang Shilin hurriedly bowed and said, "You and I are not married yet, how can I call you Madam Princess? That is really disrespectful to the princess, it's not right."

The beauty swayed her waist and took a step closer: "My lord, what are you talking about? I am willing to marry you. I don't want the superficial ceremony for outsiders to see. As long as my lord is sincere to me, I will serve you tonight and sleep peacefully. How about that!"

Without waiting for Yang Shilin to speak, the beauty had already rubbed her soft fingers on his cheeks. Her face, as pink as the bright moon, pressed against Yang Shilin. Her cherry lips exhaled a faint orchid fragrance, and she hummed softly in Yang Shilin's ear: "My husband, please look at me! Am I beautiful? Hmm... Hmm... Look at me!"

How could Yang Shilin, who had lost his mind, resist such temptation? His body softened and he let the woman pull him to make love with her on the broken hut.

Yang Shilin didn't know how long he and the beautiful woman had been in love that night. It was not until noon that he slowly opened his dazed eyes.

Everything was normal in the shabby hut. In a trance, Yang Shilin got up from the bed, and as soon as he got out of bed, he saw that he was completely naked. He was so embarrassed that he hurriedly pulled his clothes over and put them on. Then he looked up at the picture of a lady hanging in front of the bed.

The painting of the lady was still hanging high in front of the bed, unchanged as always. Yang Shilin walked forward to take a closer look and found that the beauty in the painting had not changed at all and was still as graceful as ever.

But it was obvious that the person in my dream last night was the woman in the painting.

Yang Shilin stood stupidly in front of the painting with joy, reaching out his hand to stroke the lady's figure, his eyes full of reluctance, and he smiled foolishly.

"My lady, did you pull all my bones out last night? I slept soundly until this hour. Look, if I go out now, how can I get good firewood? I'd rather not go up the mountain to chop firewood during the day and just sleep until midnight. My lady, please come and meet me early!"

After saying that, he turned around and fell asleep on the broken bed, not caring whether the blind old woman in the broken house was hungry or not.