Princess Promotion

After saying goodbye to Chef Wang, Yao Chuguang walked back with the steamed buns and the lantern.

There were no electric lights in this era. At night, every household would only light a dim oil lamp, which could hardly illuminate the small house, let alone the darkness outside.

Looking up at the sky, the stars dotted the night sky like a silver belt, and below was the courtyard in the moonlight, with ancient trees rustling in the wind.

Yao Chuguang couldn't help but sigh that when she looked up, she saw the romantic and beautiful starry sky, and when she looked down, she saw ancient trees, dry wells, and white clothes. It was a scene from a horror movie, so similar to her current situation.

After taking a few steps forward, Yao Chuguang suddenly froze in place, and kept recalling the white clothes... the dry well...

Was she dazzled and seeing things?

She must be dazzled and seeing things!

Yao Chuguang kept comforting himself that he must have seen it wrong, and raised the lantern in his hand and looked towards the ancient well staggeringly.

As the dim candlelight flickered in the night wind, a man in a white dress wore knee-length hair.

Yao Chuguang withdrew his hand tremblingly, and a thought flashed through his mind: Is this the legendary Sadako?

If it were in the past, she would never have believed in ghosts, but now she has traveled through time, so ghosts are not impossible.

Could it be that the script she got was not a palace fighting script, but a fairy tale script, so next she will embark on the path of becoming a disciple to cultivate immortality and then fight between immortals and demons?

Yao Chuguang stood there stiffly, waiting for the female ghost to catch up with her, or for the Taoist priest to show up to exorcise ghosts, but all that awaited her was the sound of leaves blowing in the wind and the flickering candlelight.

When Yao Chuguang calmed down a little, he found that the female ghost had a shadow in the moonlight.

The presence of a shadow means it's a human, not a ghost. The girl is not sleeping and is hanging around the ancient well in the middle of the night. Could it be that she has sleepwalking?

Yao Chuguang, who suffers from sleepwalking, dares not make a sound easily for fear of being frightened. If she falls into the well, she won't be able to pull her out.

Before he got close to her, the girl had already stepped over and sat down on the edge of the well. If he pushed harder with his elbow, he would fall into the well.

Yao Chuguang immediately realized that he was not sleepwalking but trying to commit suicide, and hurriedly said, "Miss, have you eaten?"

The girl seemed to have not expected that there was someone behind her. Her body stiffened but she didn't react much.

Yao Chuguang immediately said, "Miss, are you looking for death? I heard that if a person is hungry before death, he will also be hungry after death."

Seeing that the girl didn't react, Yao Chuguang didn't dare to approach casually. If she ran over and provoked the girl, she would jump immediately. She had to speak to distract her, "Think about it, you think life is boring and too painful, then it would be too uncomfortable to be hungry after death. Anyway, it won't take long. Eat your fill first, then at least you won't be hungry all the time in the other world."

I don’t know what words touched the girl, but she turned around and looked at Yao Chuguang.

Only then did Yao Chuguang see the girl's appearance clearly. He could tell she was a beauty just from the back. She was indeed bright and charming from the front. Although she looked pale, her beauty remained.

This girl is different from the delicate and slender type in today's aesthetic taste. Instead, she is bright and beautiful with a proud figure. Her narrow and long eyes are empty and lifeless, like a withered peony, without the proud spirit that stood tall among the flowers on the branch.

Yao Chuguang couldn't help but sigh. It was really heartbreaking to see such a beauty. She had been standing here for so long, but she was so stubborn that she didn't shed a single tear. If she hadn't encountered an insurmountable obstacle, she wouldn't have chosen this road of no return.

Yao Chuguang handed over a steamed bun and said softly, "Let's go inside and eat. I cooked some delicious braised pork. It's salty, fragrant, soft, and sticky, and the aroma spreads from ten miles away. I guarantee it's the best braised pork you've ever had."

The girl still didn't react, just like a hollow puppet that had lost its soul, allowing Yao Chuguang to lead her away.

When I returned to the small firewood room and opened the lid of the pot, a strong aroma of meat hit me in the face. What was particularly strange was that the aroma of meat was mixed with a hint of the fragrance of Chinese medicine.

Yao Chuguang picked up the elbow and placed it on the chopping board. Slices of meat wrapped in thick paste opened up under Yao Chuguang's hands.