Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

When driving to the underground parking lot of the apartment, Shen Yanbing did not rush to get off the car and leave.

She looked faint, with a rare sullen air between her eyebrows and eyes.

People's minds are always changeable and hard to guess, and she is not so hard-hearted towards Xu Nuo.

In the final analysis, neither of them is much wrong, just not suitable.

A decent breakup can preserve the good old days better than a senseless entanglement.

Under the bright sunshine, Shen Yanbing was not too bright and took lunch home.

Limingyue still lays on the coffee table and writes—this is actually not a comfortable posture, because her legs are prone to numbness.

She heard the sound of the door and raised her head. Shen Yanbing lifted the lunch box in her handle. When she saw her, she suddenly thought that it was time to add a small desk.

Unconsciously, there are more and more things to add to the originally empty home.

"Did you eat something to cushion your stomach?" Shen Yanbing put the packed lunch on the table and walked over.

"I'm not hungry." Liming Yue couldn't help holding her arms when she put down the pen, and the cold air facing her made her a little cold.

Shen Yanbing noticed her movement and entered the room and threw a shawl blanket onto the sofa, and exhorted: "Put on a blanket next time."

"Don't catch a cold, you are an ancient person, in case you can't survive these..."

She didn't finish speaking, Liming Yue had already sat at the dining table and looked at her with her chin supported.

"...Pay more attention." Shen Yanbing also sat down.

What happened in the morning made her less interested, and the weather was hot, so she didn't have much appetite, so she just casually scooped up a bowl of soup to cushion her stomach.

Limingyue took a small bite and looked at Shen Yanbing, who was absent-minded by turning the page of her phone from time to time, and said, "Are you unhappy?"

"No." Shen Yanbing denied categorically, replying to the news with one hand without raising his head.

Limingyue realized that the other party didn't want to speak, and ate silently.

Maybe she was too hungry, she had a bad appetite, didn't eat much and ended up in a hurry, and she packed the leftovers into the refrigerator according to the post-it instructions.

After the meal, Shen Yanbing sat on the mat in front of the coffee table, flipping through the words and notes written by Liming Yue in the morning, "Well written."

She skipped the question that the other party wrote down, "I'll talk to you again when I have time."

Limingyue nodded and spoke for a while: "Are you tired?"

Shen Yanbing rubbed his eyebrows, and Liming Yue asked and answered: "It turns out that work is so hard."

"..." Shen Yanbing had been exhausted and laughed, "Not all."

Although she doesn't like going to work very much, her current job is already an enviable slack.

Liming Yue didn't know so much, and thought for a while: "When can I work?"

There are so many things to learn, and she is worried that she will be a burden for a long time.

—She is no longer the princess of Jing Chao.

Even when she is a princess, she must personally take care of the financial and various issues of the princess mansion, and be prepared for danger in times of peace.

Shen Yanbing was surprised at the question raised by Liming Yue, but didn't take it seriously, and laughed at the forehead of the princess: "You should study hard first."

"Wait until you have an ID card."

Liming Yue was disappointed.

After a while, she cheered up again: "I am learning to cook dinner today."

Shen Yanbing lay back on the sofa holding the pillow, and responded at will: "okay."

Liming Yue didn't understand and looked at her intently.

Shen Yanbing felt that his head was really dizzy, and explained: "This is English, which means it's okay."

"English?" Liming Yue touched the blind spot of knowledge, and asked to learn more.

Shen Yanbing paused for a long time, I don't know what he thought of, "A foreign language, this is the most popular language in the world right now, so let's learn it again when I have a chance."

It is too difficult for an ancient person to learn English.

Although she has been talking about studying, she didn't really want to transform Liming Yue into a modern talent proficient in arts and science.

As for English, she hasn't spent too much time on her own since she specialized in modern Chinese literature.

When was the last time I checked English seriously?

It is not a document, but Xu Nuo wrote her a love poem in English.

Shen Yanbing laughed in his heart, thinking of the few original English books in his study that had not been returned to the other party, and couldn't help feeling bored.

Things are wrong, and that's probably the case.

The summer sun always makes people drowsy. Liming Yue went back to her second bedroom and took a nap, and when she got up she saw Shen Yanbing still in the living room.

"Are you still working this afternoon?"

Shen Yanbing sat on the ground mat looking at the laptop, "I want it, but don't go out."

The matter of Ben Thanh University has officially come to an end. She is a fledgling green pepper, and she has no projects to do. She simply writes some literary commentary articles based on her interest.

Limingyue sat down beside her, quietly and patiently writing and stopping to the atlas on the coffee table.

Shen Yanbing was envious of this kind of immersive concentration.

She was in school, too, but it's getting worse and worse in the past few years.

"looking at what?"

"City." Liming Yue raised her head, the light in her eyes flickered, "Many cities."

She even learned to count them one by one with Arabic numerals.

Shen Yanbing closed the laptop, chuckled, and looked over: "Which city do you want to go to?"

Liming Yue paused, slowly slid across the map, and finally stopped in the capital.

She has seen the topographic map of the capital and the introduction of ancient culture, and it looks like the capital of Jing Dynasty.

Jing Chao does not exist in the history of this world, but the homeland she came to is so real.

Everything in modern times is like a fantasy bubble fantasy to her.

She has a natural yearning for the so-called "ancient capital".

Shen Yanbing looked at the city pointed by his wispy hand, without an unexpected smile.

"if it is possible."

She also felt a little weak when the words were spoken-she had said this sentence too many times.

Fortunately, Liming Yue did not dwell on this, but just nodded obediently, and even added: "Wait for my ID card."

Shen Yanbing nodded with great relief, and looked at the gentle and pleasant little princess with her long hair gathered, feeling a burst of sadness for no reason.

If she met Limingyue on the night, calling the police to send her away, it might be another situation.

Her Royal Highness, who has no such person, may be taken over by the upper level of the public security and has become a national key protection object. It is not a question of what to learn and what identity.

Of course, that is the best case.

There is no regret medicine in the world, and Shen Yanbing is not regretful, but she always feels uneasy when thinking deeply, and even apologizes-her reckless choice determines the path of the princess for a long time.

And she didn't know which step this path would take.

Limingyue watched Shen Yanbing's frequent loss of consciousness today, tilted her head and said, "Shen... Teacher?"

The princess hadn't called the other party much before, and the name that came out temporarily at this moment was stumbling.

Shen Yanbing waved his hand, put down the computer, and lay down weakly, "Too tired, squint for a while."

Limingyue carefully flipped through the book, trying his best to act lightly.

No matter how insensitive she is, she can find that Shen Yanbing's emotional changes after returning are completely different from the feeling of being tired from shopping last night.

This is Liming Yue's intuition—but she can't do anything.

A little bit of time passed, Liming Yue turned over the book page by page, occasionally leaving an ink mark—her hard pen writing is much better than before.

Shen Yanbing was lying on the sofa, with a pillow under his head, curled up with a square pillow in his arms, and fell asleep deeply.

The thin curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were pulled, and the light from the outside penetrated, and the warmth fell on all the objects large and small.

In the cold air, Liming Yue turned around, turned her back to the coffee table, and approached Shen Yanbing.

She gently put the shawl blanket on each other.

Shen Yanbing frowned slightly, and his limbs moved.

Immediately afterwards, as if to be right, some vibrating bell rang suddenly, scared Liming Yue immediately retracted his hand, removed the sight that fell on the opponent's face, turned around and held the pen casually.

"Om—Om—"

Shen Yanbing, who hadn't opened his eyes, touched the phone irritably, and barely swiped the screen to get the call.

She was still half asleep and half awake.

The heartbreaking howl on the other side of the phone instantly exploded in her ears, and the symphony of clinking glasses was crisp, Shen Yanbing's eyelids trembled, his doze was swept away, and his eyes were clear: "What the **** are you doing!"

She overturned the blanket and pillow she had just put on the floor.

Limingyue quietly pricked up her ears.