Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

Her Royal Highness likes to play Plants vs. Zombies.

When Shen Yanbing found out, the other party was already skilled at picking up sun-growing pea shooters.

"The level is unlocked very quickly..." Shen Yanbing had never played the mobile game version before, looking at the very different background, "Is it difficult?"

Limingyue shook his head and nodded: "Very challenging."

Shen Yanbing couldn't help but laugh, "It's true."

She cleared all the desktop version at that time when she was adolescent, and in the end only the infinite mode was left to play.

She got up from the sofa and reminded before returning to the study: "Remember to study."

Limingyue blinked, as if she didn't understand why this game icon was drawn out of the scope of learning.

But Her Royal Highness closed the tablet obediently and opened the newly received middle school textbook.

--Shen Yanbing said that all children in the modern country must learn these things. She can't imagine what a prosperous world this is.

In Jingchao, learning is a luxury in itself.

Not to mention the textbook papers, the teachers and the university buildings I saw last time.

Shen Yanbing has not been as leisurely as he has imagined recently.

Since the last time she wrote a historically adapted novel by editors of well-known publishing houses in the industry, there have been countless manuscripts.

But she has no desire to write a pen recently.

Ben Thanh University has very high requirements for young teachers. She has been avoiding the news of the paper selection, and the dust has finally landed today. With the addition of the journal published last year, this summer vacation is finally easy.

She glanced at the list, and Zhou Ying might have lost a lot of hair.

Just thinking about it, Zhou Ying sent a WeChat to invite her to drink and sorrow.

Shen Yanbing replied: "After drinking, the judges are still waiting for you."

Zhou Ying sent a crying expression, "I'm broken in love!"

Shen Yanbing had no sympathy: "You lose love once a week on average."

Zhou Ying: "Song still dumped her boyfriend!"

Shen Yanbing finally paused. After the last party, she still sent Song to WeChat, briefly stating the facts she knew, and Song still only replied "I know" at that time.

She thought the girl would not look back if she hit the south wall.

Shen Yanbing smiled, "Isn't this a good thing."

Zhou Ying directly sent a voice message over: "Song still said that Qiu Feng's goal has always been you—"

"..." Shen Yanbing listened to the other party's shout, and swallowed speechlessly, "Don't drag me into this kind of **** drama, thank you."

Zhou Ying sent a bunch of laughs again, "The scumbag is not too ambitious, but fortunately, he is still not really in love, so he directly stepped back on him."

She still doesn't know the relationship between Qiu Feng and Xu Nuo, and only regards each other as the sea king who wants to raise fish.

Shen Yanbing didn't say anything, these coincidences were awkwardly awkward.

Like a big fly that can't slap to death, it buzzes around to remind, exhausting the last patience.

On the bay window of the study, in front of the iron bars, the ceramic bookmark wind chime shook, but there was no sound.

Shen Yanbing seldom noticed this little trinket.

She suddenly remembered that this was given by Xu Nuo, "Hang it on the bay window in the study. I specially removed the bell. I will definitely not disturb you."

Xu Nuo would always put away the eldest lady's temper in front of her, causing her to forget the other person's nature.

Shen Yanbing laughed lightly, got up and untied the bookmark wind chime, and threw it into the trash can.

Limingyue's historical notes have been memorized for more than half of them.

The handwriting has progressed rapidly from the crookedness and discomfort at the beginning to the neat and graceful handwriting.

"I haven't held a writing brush for a long time." The princess couldn't conceal her sorrow when she talked about it. The lower-case writing brush that Shen Yanbing promised to buy for her had arrived a long time ago, but she was not used to practicing calligraphy on a coffee table that could not be used.

There are too many clutter on the coffee table, even the felt cannot be spread out.

"All right, I'm going to buy another table."

The next day, the princess was surprised to see that someone had sent a folding white table upstairs, enough for her to sit upright and practice writing.

"Why is the table made so fast?" Liming Yue learned to fold it up, "and it was delivered so soon."

"...It has been made for a long, long time." Shen Yanbing sorted out the paper shell used for packaging. "It's because there are stock points nearby."

Limingyue has only seen takeaways, and has not touched on the concepts of e-commerce logistics, so she has a little understanding.

Shen Yanbing explained the operation of this system to her as vividly as possible.

"Why are they willing to do this kind of work?" Her Royal Highness has a rather one-sided understanding of this bustling world, "Isn't it tiring to run around?"

She thought for a while, sincere and confused: "Why don't you see people farming here? Where does the food come from?"

"..." Shen Yanbing was tired of the series of questions, "Pan, ask yourself."

Limingyue had to ask one by one, and Shen Yanbing sat aside and watched, searching for her from time to time—the speed of the handwriting input by Her Royal Highness seemed worrying.

"This is a society of division of labor and cooperation. Some people are farming, some are in the factory, and some are in the service industry, such as those who have just delivered express delivery." Shen Yanbing saw that she was embarrassed to search. "All labor is glorious, although the remuneration is different. But they are all an indispensable part of the operation of society."

Her Royal Highness is very savvy and understands, "Then how do you become a cleaning aunt, a courier, or you?"

"...I have an ID card first." Shen Yanbing hit the center directly, "You have no past, no education, and it will be very difficult to gain a foothold in this society."

Liming Yue's lips pressed into a straight line: "Yeah."

Shen Yanbing has been thinking about this issue these days.

In the second half of this year, I heard that China is going to do a census. She asked a lot of people and got ambiguous answers to the issue of household registration.

The most difficult point is that someone has to be a security guard—Shen Yanbing, who is not a public security officer, doesn’t work. He has to find his cousin Shen Yuan if he thinks about it.

She sighed in her heart, opened the calendar, and it was just a few days before Shen Yueran's birthday.

According to habit, she who is also in Bencheng must go to celebrate.

Limingyue didn't know Shen Yanbing's thoughts, and was sitting at the new table, padding it with felt, writing with a pen.

To be honest, she is not very used to modern methods—without inkstones, Shen Yanbing perfunctorily took a ceramic plate to hold ink for her to use.

She was holding a pen for writing large characters, her expression was dignified, she was attentively writing something, pausing from time to time, and wiping out ink from time to time, but her face was calm.

When Shen Yanbing came out, he didn't see a pair of words that could be read.

The character of the ancients can only be vaguely seen from the alteration. This feeling is very special. Even if Shen Yanbing is just an ordinary calligraphy lover, he can see the difference between this character and the brush writing written by modern people.

It has nothing to do with the brushwork, it is the difference of the bottom line.

No matter how much Shen Yanbing practiced, it was nothing more than one hour a day, but a true ancient scholar would not be that simple.

Limingyue didn't like someone watching her write.

As soon as Shen Yanbing stood beside her, he refused to write.

"I'm afraid I will steal the teacher and learn skills?" Shen Yanbing raised his eyebrows, "Why are you so stingy."

"No." Her Royal Highness was unwilling to listen to this, "I...someone is here, I'm nervous."

"Okay." Shen Yanbing smiled, modern master inscriptions are mostly performed under a group of people or even countless shots. I am afraid that Liming Yue will never get used to it.

Shen Yanbing walked away a bit, opened the refrigerator, and saw that he had purchased the dishes that he hadn't made last time, he hesitated, and finally planned to cook again.

She threw the raw chicken drumsticks into a pan over an open fire based on her feelings. She added water when she felt something was going to be battered, put in the temporarily cut seasoning, flipped the fried chicken drumsticks in the water, and picked them up one by one when they were about to boil dry.

"It's not very simple." Shen Yanbing looked at the tasteless chicken drumsticks, picked up the chopsticks and tried one first—

"Perhaps, unfamiliar?" She muttered to herself, looking at the red flesh after the burnt skin with some surprise, after a two-second pause, all the remaining chicken legs were poured into the pot again, and water was added over the surface, and the fire continued Cook.

She covered the glass lid and looked at the time. "Small question."

Liming Yue didn't notice the movement of the kitchen at all, and was immersed in her own world.

She doesn't write and stroke very fluently, and she seems to be dissatisfied no matter what.

"I didn't see the ancients before", she paused, pressing heavily to obliterate the word "ancients".

"Looking at the leisure of heaven and earth", the princess did not write again for a long time, rubbed the wet rice paper into a ball and threw it aside.

After an hour, she put her pen back tiredly and sat back in front of the coffee table.

She has almost finished watching the documentary. The dynasties of this world have changed from ancient to modern, and she has a general context in her heart.

She turned over a collection of Tang Dynasty poems in her hand, and occasionally read it out in a low voice.

Shen Yanbing calmly cooked the dishes in the kitchen, feeling that the time was almost up, and took out the chicken legs one by one. After putting it in the plate, he remembered that there seemed to be no more seasoning, so he mixed soy sauce light soy sauce and poured it onto the plate.

She put the dish on the table, Liming Yue didn't seem to smell the fragrance, and didn't look back at all.

Shen Yanbing only thought she was too focused, and then took the raw vegetables, boiled them in boiling water, and poured them out with soy sauce.

Liming Yue's face looked a little strange when she sat over.

"Challenge for the first time." Shen Yanbing was a little proud, "Try chicken drumsticks, Jing Chao probably didn't do this."

"...Really not." Palace dishes really can't make this appearance.

Her Royal Highness has eaten so many meals in modern times, and she is no longer the foolish little cute.

But she still squeezed a relatively unscorched one into the bowl quite cooperatively, lowered her head and took a bite.

Miraculously not bad.

Shen Yanbing looked at the person who stopped, and turned his head to look at her: "I'm not familiar with it?"

She tried it herself and nodded: "It's okay, but it's a bit cold."

As a cook who is not picky about eating, Shen Yanbing's purpose in cooking may really only be "cooked and eaten".

Whether it tastes good or not depends on God's will.

"It's delicious." Liming Yue suddenly gained confidence, even this way, she cooks more carefully, is it natural to get Shen Yanbing's approval?

So she took the initiative to make a request to cook again.

The shadow of Shen Yanbing last time is vivid, but it can't match the hopeful eyes when the other party looks at her.

"Well, this time I will watch you do it all the way."

Then, Shen Yanbing once again paid the price for her decision.

"I don't understand why so many accidents can happen by following the recipe."

Shen Yanbing was shocked by the tragedy of egg white liquid all over the stove. What's more terrifying is that the entire pot caught fire—

The orange glow shone brightly, and the black smoke swayed from the outer circle. If this was not her kitchen, perhaps Shen Yanbing could still feel some kind of artistic beauty.

But even so, Her Royal Highness actually brought out a plate of fried eggs that looked very good.

What is negatively related to the selling phase is taste.

Limingyue was brooding about her second failure: "Why?"

Shen Yanbing pondered: "I also want to ask why."

Maybe the natural magnetic fields of ancients and modern kitchens are not compatible? Shen Yanbing just wants to put this to an end now, thinking in his heart: Isn't it good to have a good takeaway?

Limingyue buried her head in her arms, and Shen Yanbing was forced to turn around when she said, "It's okay, there will be a chance in the future."

The princess looked at her and answered melancholy.

Shen Yanbing: There will be no more chance.