Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

Limingyue didn't know what "okay" meant, but she could see that Shen Yanbing was not so good now.

"You are all wet." She rinsed her mouth and took out the other's bath towel. Seeing people-motionless, she had to wipe it up by herself.

She tried to keep her movements as light as possible. It is rare to see Shen Yanbing lost consciousness, and she said carefully: "What's the matter with you?"

Shen Yanbing suddenly held down the hand that the other party had wiped her off, and took the bath towel, "...nothing."

Liming Yue pulled her hand back uncomfortably, sniffed and frowned, "You drank alcohol."

Shen Yanbing smiled slightly, she didn't drink much, she couldn't smell it, but-opened her mouth, the princess could immediately notice when she got close.

"—Just a cocktail." She returned to get a change of clothes and took a shower in the bathroom. Liming Yue stood by the sofa, listening to the sound of water, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, only to realize that the rain outside was stronger than she had imagined. It's still big.

Fortunately, nothing was hanging on the balcony right now.

Liming Yue took the tablet before seeing the message sent by Shen Yanbing ten minutes ago.

She came to the search page and hesitated to type in the "cocktail" in the other party's mouth by handwriting. After changing a few words, she confirmed that it was the word "cocktail" which was unknown.

The colorful pictures of the wine body came into view. She followed the direction and looked at it—Yes, and crossed off the page with little interest.

When Shen Yanbing came out, he saw Liming Yue sitting at the desk and writing with a brush.

Since the new desk was purchased, and the rice paper with a brush that is worthy of the hand was added, the frequency of Her Royal Highness's calligraphy has also increased.

She dried her hair, turned out a newly bought hair dryer and blew it. The black hair that only reached her shoulders was quickly dried under the strong air flow at a suitable temperature. The slightly curly hair tips were draped at will, and the complexion was fair, with a kind of charm. .

Shen Yanbing poured a glass of water and approached Limingyue, only to see her study.

I practiced a famous poem. The handwriting is not like the Liu style that Shen Yanbing has learned, nor the common Yan style. Instead, it is self-contained, with an obvious simple style, and an expert.

Shen Yanbing is not an expert, but at any rate he has studied as a hobby for a long time, and coupled with his family background, he can see many ways.

"You're a good word." She slurped softly, "It's not like what you can write at your age."

After all, it is rare for Shen Yanbing to find himself funny. The ancients used brushes to practice calligraphy during the day. Naturally, Liming Yue's calligraphy age cannot be compared with modern peers.

But Limingyue didn't think there was any problem with this, "People around me often say that."

The emperor and the courtiers around him who can comment on the handwriting of the princess are nothing but the emperor.

Although many ancient people practice calligraphy, there are still few who can afford the title of calligrapher. Princess Zhaoyue, who was taught by the pilgrim sage since childhood, was naturally not ordinary with her talent and diligence.

Her father first noticed her because of an amazing running script, and sighed in public: "I never thought it was a little girl."

With this title, the unnamed ordinary princess in the harem was formally given the name "Zhaoyue", jumping over the obstacle of the Queen Mother.

-Time, the fact that Princess Zhaoyue was spoiled by calligraphy and painting was passed down as a beautiful talk, and the style of calligraphy reached its peak again in Beijing.

Shen Yanbing naturally didn't know the past of this Jing Dynasty, and with a decent appreciation ability, he estimated the value of the calligraphy of the other party.

"Have you seen a masterpiece of calligraphy in this world?"

Limingyue's wrist was very steady, and after finishing the last stroke, she raised her head: "No."

She is busy studying history, geography and mathematics, and has not had time to understand the art of this world.

If the other party didn't mention it, she would never have thought that there are so many calligraphy works circulating in this world.

Shen Yanbing smiled slightly, and searched for a few high-definition pictures of Wang Xizhi and Yan Zhenqing's works on the tablet, "Look."

Liming Yue can be regarded as encountering her area of ​​expertise. When she saw the kind words, her eyes were slightly bright, and she was fascinated by the time when she carefully studied these adverbs in a way of thinking that modern people can't imagine.

Seeing this, Shen Yanbing couldn't help but mumble: "There is a calligraphy exhibition during the Bencheng holiday, and I can take you to see modern works in a few days."

Liming Yue returned to her senses and couldn't help but nod in joy.

In the next few days, except for the daily homework study of mathematics and history, the princess was in the frenzy of practicing calligraphy all the time-it was not obvious, but the enthusiasm had to make people look at it.

Every time like this, Shen Yanbing could deeply feel the big difference between his attitude and Liming Yue's attitude towards things.

-She has had countless hobbies and specialties since she was a child, from calligraphy to painting to piano to vocal music. She has no problems with concentration or perseverance when she is admitted to the top domestic schools. The reason for giving up is simply "no interest anymore." ".

These are not the careers she really loves, and they are destined to only become her leisure activities.

Shen Yanbing saw the missing "love" in Limingyue's eyes.

Limingyue took the initiative to download many calligraphy pictures, and even learned to download copybook software without a teacher, and her copying speed was faster than this.

Probably from the accumulation of skills in the first half of his life, Liming Yue—you can see through each character's brushstroke characteristics, and it didn't take long for him to behave like that, even bluffing Shen Yanbing, who is not too amateur.

"It's terrible." Shen Yanbing looked at the charming characters on the rice paper, with a lot of emotion, "You should be able to talk to my grandpa well."

Shen Yanbing was born in a scholarly family, and his grandfather was a well-known painter and calligrapher in China, with the style of an ancient celebrity.

At the beginning, Shen Yanbing was quite talented, but he suddenly stopped learning when he was about to practice the famous hall, but he didn't blow his beard and stare with anger.

Limingyue focused on writing, but she was still unfinished after finishing her pen. She raised her head and asked with some uncertainty: "Did you just say anything?"

Shen Yanbing smiled, "Praise you for writing well."

In the heart of the princess-taking it for granted,-trying to remain humble: "I still have many shortcomings."

Shen Yanbing suppressed his laughter and said, "You can."

Liming Yue became a demon by practicing calligraphy. The house had piled up a lot of drafts of study work, and the wastebasket was full every day. Shen Yanbing was worried about her eyes and finally took people out on a refreshing evening.

"There is Wuhuang Mountain near here." Shen Yanbing said, "The altitude is not high, and the surrounding residents often go for walks."

The surrounding residents also include Shen Yanbing.

Before Liming Moon appeared, she would climb the mountain every week to get close to nature and relax.

Limingyue was naturally curious about the mountains and forests in this modern city.

Wuhuang Mountain does not require tickets and is completely open to the public. It is one of the most famous parks in the area.

The two set off after dinner, the sky was still bright, and the foot of the mountain was full of parents with children or middle-aged and elderly people.

Limingyue watched the children running around, and watched in amazement as the colorful bubbles they waved and floated up and down, floating around in all sizes, no-and then gently falling apart.

She followed Shen Yanbing up the stone steps. Although she was mentally prepared, she was still a little surprised.

In the Jing Dynasty, most of the stone steps built for climbing were used for royal sacrifices.

Wuhuang Mountain is much more lively than expected.

The winding stone-brick road is decorated with pavilions and benches from time to time. Under the dense forest, old people and children sit sporadically.

It's not too late, the setting sun is hanging down, and all the brightness you see is dyed with a thin layer of sunlight.

Limingyue-has been negligent to exercise, has poor physical strength, and his legs in sneakers are soon as tired as lead-filled.

Shen Yanbing walked in front, stopping to wait for her to follow every time-after a while, he waited more often, and simply sat on the bench to rest.

"You're too bad." Shen Yanbing took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack and gave her a bottle of mineral water.

Limingyue walked with heat all over her body, her face was a little red, and she was puzzled: "Is the school going to take a mountain climbing test?"

Shen Yanbing smiled and shook his head, "Testing sports, running, long jump and so on."

Her Royal Highness is obviously completely ignorant of the modern sports system, and sportsmanship is an empty concept.

The two of them had almost rested and then continued walking. Shen Yanbing and her popular science modern sports project, from the campus sports meeting to the highly anticipated Olympic Games, greatly broadened Liming Moon's horizons.

"The most important thing is that life lies in exercise." Shen Yanbing looked at the quiet princess, "You can exercise more in the community in the future."

Her Royal Highness should also try to get in touch with the crowd on her own. Just reading textbooks and watching TV is just a matter of fact.

As we approached the top of the mountain, the blue-purple sunset was the most beautiful time, with rosy clouds and scaly scales, and a young man holding a drawing board and sketching on the high platform—was sitting in front of a pavilion.

It is not uncommon for people to come to Wuhuang Mountain to sketch from life, but there are not many who are still at this time.

Limingyue-came up and noticed the drawing board that the young girl was holding and the hands that were constantly drawing, her eyes looked towards that side unconsciously, but she also pretended that she didn't care in front of Shen Yanbing.

Shen Yanbing sometimes couldn't tell whether the other party's expression was unintentional or intentional. He always tempted her to ask questions naturally like this:

"Want to go see it?"

Liming Yue nodded with restraint.

Shen Yanbing was amused, and felt that such a princess was difficult and easy to serve.

The girl painting the sunset looks beautiful, constantly changing the brushes in her hand, focusing on the sunset on the horizon and the drawing paper, without telling anyone else.

This is very similar to Liming Yue.

The girl drew watercolors, the colors used changed from warm to cold, the transition was natural, rose red and ultramarine were expertly dyed on the drawing paper.

The sunset was sinking, and the scenery she had outlined began to dissipate quietly from the horizon.

The girl bowed her head for the final finishing touch. The daylight on the top of the pavilion illuminates her—Fang Xiaotiandi. She put the paintbrush down, but noticed—the person who was watching patiently.

Shen Yanbing naturally greeted each other's gaze sincerely: "It's not easy to paint a sunset with watercolors. Is the classmate majoring in art?"

The girl relaxed, looked up at these two attractive young women, smiled and nodded: "Well, my name is He Ye, and I live near the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts."

Seeing the other party unsuspectingly exposed the information, Shen Yanbing had a complicated taste, introduced himself with a smile, and turned to Liming Yueshi and said, "This is my sister."

Limingyue reported her name without hesitation.

He Ye couldn't help but look at her a few more times. Under the street lamp, the young girl with long hair had a lovely temperament, and she had an indescribable elegance.

Limingyue didn't pay attention to the other's gaze, staring curiously at the watercolor painting—before that, she had only seen ink painting.

Although she has been in contact with art history roughly during this time, she is still amazed by the real contact.

He Ye's sunset sketch is not so exquisite, but it is natural and simple, bright in color, skillful in technique, and quite chic and fresh.

Under Shen Yanbing's start, Liming Yue quickly chatted with art student He Ye, and the other party even took out a sketchbook for her to try to play with it.

"This summer vacation, I will spend the day in the Wuhuang studio at the foot of the mountain." Before leaving, He Ye packed up his things and blinked at Limingyue, who was unable to add WeChat. "Welcome to come and play with me."

Limingyue looked at Shen Yanbing and said with a smile: "If there is a chance."

When He Ye left, Shen Yanbing chuckled, "Want to learn painting?"

Liming Yue tilted her head and looked at the night sky, thinking for a moment: "- little bit."

On the high platform at the top of Wuhuang Mountain, Xia Feng swept across in a spacious and unimpeded manner. In the dark night, a few stars flickered faintly, and only the bright moon couldn't hide it.

In the evening breeze, Her Royal Highness suddenly remembered the song of Shuitiao Song that Shen Yanbing had sung.

She suddenly read the phrase: "I want to go home by the wind."

Shen Yanbing stood by the stone wall of the roof guardrail, turning his head to look at her, her flowing hair was brushed behind her ears by her slender hands, and under the dim yellow street lamp, she seemed to be innocent.

She smiled deep into her eyes, turned her head to look at the night view of the bright lights lit in the distance, and sang softly—

"When is the Mingyue there? Ask Qingtian about the wine..."

Limingyue leaned against the stone fence with her arms folded, her eyes deep, and she listened.

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