Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

After more than an hour's drive, Liming Yueyan leaned on the front passenger seat, listening to modern pop music that I can't appreciate, while leaning on her hands and drowsy in the sun.

Shen Yanbing drove very steadily, but couldn't bear the sluggish traffic, and stopped and stopped.

There was another red light. She turned her head to look. Liming Yue had a fight with her eyelids, and she had entered a half-dream and half-awake state.

The small villa is in the suburbs, and the road will be much smoother when it arrives. If Liming Yue is energetic, you can still see the corner of the bay behind the greenway outside the window.

"Wake up?" Shen Yanbing did not squint, felt the movement of the co-pilot, and glanced at it.

Limingyue was still a little awake, and after a while she dullly responded, looking out the window in a daze.

"How long will we be there?"

Asking this, Shen Yanbing had already transferred to a community, and the security guard made a gesture to let the car in.

She was not here for the first time. She often came to live for a few days during the holidays, found the location of the villa without many obstacles, and drove into the private underground garage.

Shen Yueran hopped down to look for her, and saw the familiar beautiful sister who was pretending to be shy, and immediately shouted "sister" at Limingyue.

"Sister, is this my birthday right away?" She leaned close to the other side holding the large blue whale doll, joyously: "I like it so much~"

Shen Yanbing looked at this obviously double-standard niece and couldn't laugh or cry.

"You have to call Auntie." Although Shen Yuan's wife Deng Yan was talking to her daughter, she winked at Shen Yanbing and smiled deeply.

Liming Yue was sensitive to sensitive, but apparently failed to get the real meaning of the other party, and said with a polite smile: "It doesn't matter, you can call it whatever you want."

She is less than twenty years old in modern times. If it weren't for she was a friend brought by Shen Yanbing, it would be normal to call her sister.

Shen Yanbing said that it didn't matter even more. She was never big or small. The relatives in the family shouted out of preference, and even Shen Yueran also contracted this problem. The queen shouted at her along with the name "Shen Yanbing Shen Yanbing".

Several people returned to the main hall. The decoration of the villa was no better than that of the apartment, especially this is the handwriting of Aunt Shen Yanbing. It must reflect the four words of magnificence and the combination of Chinese and European style.

Limingyue has an excellent aesthetic, and she has a natural acumen for this type of architecture under the influence of a real aristocratic education. Of course, the honed emotional intelligence and self-cultivation will not allow her to point to these.

However, more deadly than the decoration style of the fifty-year-old aunt is the destructive power of the five-year-old.

In the living room’s European-style leather sofa, all kinds of things were thrown in a mess, and the ground nearby was even more horrible. Among the debris, a Labrador poked its head out and its tail shook frantically.

"..." Shen Yanbing raised his eyebrows and hummed softly, "Where can I stay here."

Shen Yueran rolled into the doghouse and laughed: "Sit down!"

Deng Yan helped her forehead, and Labrador looked at the group with her tongue obediently.

Only the dog in the family does not dislike Shen Yueran.

Finally, with the help of the housekeeper, several people found a place to sit.

"Your brother is still working and can only come back at night." Deng Yan turned on the large-screen LCD TV, "What do you want to eat at noon, I will do it. I booked a box in the evening and went out to eat together."

Shen Yueran hugged Labrador's head, "I want to eat a birthday cake!"

Shen Yanbing was looking for a film and television program, and upon hearing this, he replies casually: "Look at Yueran, I will do whatever you want."

After speaking, she remembered her Royal Highness, and added: "I want some light ones."

Limingyue came to a stranger's house for the first time, still pursuing the tenet of saying less and seeing more, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"The girl is called Limingyue, isn't it?" Deng Yan has a great affection for the shy and introverted girl, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

The words had already been asked to her, Liming Yue had to speak: "It's okay."

"There are not many people who are not picky eaters now. Our family Yueran doesn't eat this or that all day long. It's harder to serve than the princess!"

Deng Yan sighed with emotion, and did not notice the slightly embarrassed and smile of Shen Yanbing.

His Royal Highness Princess Limingyue does not eat all kinds of spicy, beef, animal offal, and non-green vegetables—this is only Shen Yanbing's preliminary observation.

Deng Yan chatted with Shen Yanbing and went back to the kitchen with the housekeeping aunt to continue cooking, leaving three people and one dog in the living room staring at them.

"Which show do you want to watch?" Shen Yanbing flipped through the menu, introduced each district to Liming Yue, and handed the remote control to her to continue thinking about it.

Shen Yueran sat on the ground tired of playing, staring at Shen Yanbing with watery eyes: "Sister, don't you give gifts to your relatives, nieces, and daughters."

Shen Yanbing pointed to the box brought up aside: "Take it yourself."

"The music box, it's so small." Shen Yueran opened the gift box and turned the clockwork skillfully. He shuddered when he heard the music, "Why is this song again? Our kindergarten lunch bell will also play this!"

"..." Shen Yanbing became obsessed, and Liming Yue found this tune beautiful and curious: "What is it called?"

"To Alice." Shen Yanbing replied, putting the music box away and putting it on the table, "I have already sent it anyway, do you want it?"

The fact that the classic songs appear insincere because of the bad street is completely out of her consideration-Shen Yueran is a habitual fault.

Fortunately, this child is exquisite and well-behaved, otherwise her parents may not be able to protect her under-beating level.

"Didn't you say you wanted to learn the piano last year?" Shen Yanbing helped Liming Yue choose a domestic hit movie to play, and casually asked the pouting little pitiful person next to him.

Little poor bought the piano for a while, practiced the piano in the crematorium.

"It's too difficult." Shen Yueran knew what was wrong, and glanced at the upright piano behind the wall of the hall that I didn't know how long he hadn't touched. If he didn't know which adult he was learning, he said, "Children should have fun."

Limingyue followed her eyes and was curious about this instrument from the West. Shen Yanbing had been paying attention to her. Seeing that she was not interested in movies, she paused and took her to see the piano.

At this moment, Shen Yueran eagerly followed up again.

Shen Yanbing leaned against the wall to look at her, and Labrador followed him, following Liming Yue's feet in circles.

Shen Yanbing teased and yelled twice. Her Royal Highness stiffened and tried her best to maintain her composure.

Shen Yueran lifted the piano cover, sat on the piano stool in a hurry, turned his head to see the movement, and knocked on the piano keys and shouted, "Labb must not scare my sister!"

Labrador was angry and looked like a close person. Hearing the little master's voice, he lay on the ground obediently.

"Okay, I'm going to perform "Little Star" for my sister." She had actually forgotten a lot, but the unique confidence of the Shen family made her not guilty, and a pair of short hands pressed the white button in a stuttered manner.

Thousands of years ago, the princess had never heard of "Little Star". Of course, even if she had heard it, she might not recognize it at this moment.

After going over again, Shen Yueran turned his head hopefully to look at the two of them.

Shen Yanbing applauded: "Not bad, not bad."

Liming Yue applauded in every way: "It sounds good."

With that said, Shen Yanbing carried her down, sat on the piano stool, and pulled out a not-so-turned sheet of music from the side.

She is not good at vocal music, but solo piano is still barely-somehow she has learned so many years.

Liming Yue was looking at her in surprise, and she beckoned the other party to come closer, "Try it?"

Her Royal Highness exposed the pear vortex, bent over and stretched out her hand to press it, and she couldn't return to the sound of this object for a long time.

Shen Yueran squatted on the ground to play with Labrador, not paying attention to them.

"Sit down." Shen Yanbing moved aside, vacating half of her seat for her to sit down.

"Have you learned any musical instruments before?" While familiarizing herself with the music scores that she hadn't touched since her work, she asked Liming Yuejingchao's musical instrument learning situation-a thousand years ago musical instruments, not to mention whether it has been lost, it must have been passed down to now. A lot of changes have taken place.

Limingyue pressed her fingers aimlessly on the piano keys. In the clean and completely different tone, she recalled the past and slowly said: "Lyre."

"Lyrie? Yaoqin?" Shen Yanbing was not surprised. He put down the piano sheet and looked at her carefully, and said with emotion, "There are also in modern times, but it's just a small group. I might be able to listen to you when I have a chance in the future."

Limingyue reaped the unexpected joy, and the alienated expression was much closer to him, "Yeah."

After the chat, Shen Yanbing smiled soothingly and said softly, "I'll play a song for you."

Limingyue was pressing her fingers in full joy, and when she heard the words, she wanted to get up and stand up. Shen Yanbing pressed the back of her hand, "It's okay, it doesn't affect."

The princess retracted her hand and waited nervously for her to start.

Shen Yanbing put her hands on her hands naturally, a long-lost but familiar feeling struck her, her expression was happy and her limbs relaxed.

Limingyue saw her left hand leaping up on the piano keys, leaning down with a gentle melody, and her other hand also came to the stage, flying on the peculiar black and white keys without hurries.

The childlike and warm tone can easily take away the worries. The fresh and charming tune is different from any tone she has heard in Jing Chao. At this moment, even if it is Xianle, I would believe it.

She seemed to see the sun’s gentle lingering, the creatures in the forest frolicking, and someone looked back and smiled at her—

She returned to her senses, and what was in her eyes was Shen Yanbing who turned her head to look at her.

"Does Your Royal Highness like it?" Shen Yanbing's tone was brisk, as if he had the summer taste of the music just now.

Liming Yue's eyes moved slightly, and she felt strangely flowing from the tip of her heart. She did not nod her head, but only softly responded.

Shen Yanbing chuckled lightly, looking at Shen Yueran, who stood by the piano and listened carefully for a long time: "How is it?"

Shen Yueran raised her head, her mouth stiff: "I will play better than you in the future!"

"What's better than me, I'm just an incompetent lover." Shen Yanbing got up, closed the piano cover, and Shen Yueran leaned in to stop him, "I want to play with my sister."

She sat down and didn't let Limingyue go, so Limingyue had to accompany her to play with the piano keys indiscriminately.

A large and a small two people sitting in front of the piano, both pressing it seriously and casually, they also have a strange sense of fit.

Shen Yanbing treated Her Royal Highness Princess as a child, and simply let the two of them have fun, and went back to rest on the sofa in the living room.

Limingyue has never had such close contact with modern children.

It's probably the living environment. How precocious are Jing Chao's children? It's rare to see this kind of spoiled and unscrupulous grown-up.

But obviously she still underestimated the precociousness of modern children.

While pressing the piano keys, Shen Yueran asked seemingly casually: "Why does my sister call my sister Princess Princess?"

Liming Moon: "..."