Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

Her Royal Highness's tablet used more and more skillfully.

There is no need to ask about handwriting input, search engines, watching videos, and replying to WeChat. Plants vs. Zombies is an undefeated level, learning more than several times faster than Grandpa Shen Yanbing.

Finally, on this day, Limingyue received a new smart phone.

She curiously fiddled with the reduced version of the tablet, and Shen Yanbing put a memory card on her and said, "Teach you to call."

Limingyue quickly remembered the phone numbers of herself and Shen Yanbing, and she only needed two simple pointers to get her hands on her.

"It's not as difficult as imagined." Her Royal Highness didn't take much effort to download the software from the App Store and log in to her account, as if she couldn't see the appearance of ancient people.

"It's you who learn fast." Shen Yanbing was relieved, "If there is an emergency in the future, I will call this when I'm not around."

Her Royal Highness nodded, and continued to play around with the application software she hadn't touched.

Unlike modern humans, Limingyue is not very dependent on the Internet, and it is a type that will not feel empty and boring even without a mobile phone or tablet.

After eating lunch seriously, she took a short break and then sat down at the desk to study again.

There is so much knowledge that she has left behind, and she can't wait to break it in half every day, lest she is out of place like a modern idiot.

Although Shen Yanbing repeatedly emphasized that he was "not in a hurry", he could not alleviate this feeling of anxiety.

In the afternoon, Shen Yanbing sat cross-legged on the mat in front of the sofa pier, placed on his laptop on the coffee table, and browsed new articles in recent literary journals.

Feeling boring, I suddenly saw a historical drama script, clicked it in and looked at it carefully, and after looking at the ten lines, he retreated after a short while.

She glanced at the author's introduction, and then saw the editor's comments at the back, resisting the urge to question her speech.

According to Shen Yanbing of the Department of Undergraduate History, this drama's disregard for true history is really unacceptable, but it turns out to be in this journal.

She glanced at the series of titles behind the author, and was speechless for a moment.

Pulling his fingers and sliding down a few pages, he finally returned to read the Wu Zetian drama.

Limingyue sits at her desk and reads modern middle school Chinese textbooks, occasionally using lower case writing brushes to silently write the ancient Chinese that she has just studied on her own.

Shen Yanbing couldn't help being envious.

The days of the holiday are just like this. Both of them are people who can bear the boring. No one mentions it and no one goes out.

Everything is developing according to Shen Yanbing's ideal trajectory.

Until one day, the princess, who had always been Xijing, offered to go climbing.

Shen Yanbing raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you like Wuhuang Mountain?"

Limingyue repeatedly unties the red scarf to the Aries doll, without looking up at her: "Yeah."

"Want to see that studio?" Shen Yanbing put down his phone and glanced at her casually, "Do you know how to paint?"

Limingyue nodded and shook his head: "I don't know how to paint in the West."

She put aside her brush in a melancholy manner. These days, she quietly found a lot of information on the Internet and understood that Western sketches, watercolors and oil paintings are the mainstream of modern academies.

These are not what she is good at.

Shen Yanbing is not very worried about this.

Most of the art students who have broken through the modern art test are good at Western painting.

When her grandfather was teaching at the Academy of Fine Arts, he still sighed about the lack of success in traditional Chinese painting.

The sky was clear and the sun was scorching, and Wuhuang Mountain was not far away. After a 20-minute walk, Shen Yanbing struggled for a while, and decided to take Limingyue out.

Sooner or later, the other party must learn to be independent, and it is the best way to go to a strange and safe environment to contact outsiders.

Trouble is trouble, and Shen Yanbing doesn't want to delay the growth of the other party.

The farthest place Liming Yue went to these days was the fresh food supermarket on the ground floor. She didn't think how monotonous this day was. She was simply happy to be able to see the painting.

Since the last time I met He Ye's sketching from life, she has restrained her interest.

—She knows that Shen Yanbing doesn't say it, but she is actually a very troublesome person.

"Put on sunscreen." Shen Yanbing greeted the princess to wash her face first, "remember to use facial cleanser."

"Okay~" The sound of the end of Liming Moon was a little fluttering, came to the wash table, picked out the so-called facial cleanser, and squeezed the bubbles to moisten her face according to what Shen Yanbing taught her a few days ago. She closed her eyes and the fragrance filled her nose. Follow the position of the faucet and sprinkle it on your face, quickly refreshing.

When she opened her eyes, there were still water beads adorning her eyelashes. She drew a washcloth and brushed her face, and looked at her more delicate and smooth skin. Seeing the bottles and jars in front of the sink, she only felt that modern people’s creations were created. Power is always beyond her imagination.

When she came out, Shen Yanbing had already put on sunscreen, and she just put on lipstick, the whole popularity looked a lot better.

To be honest, Limingyue hasn't seen the other person seriously dressing up, and Shen Yanbing who is idle at home is always comfortable and how to come, not to mention makeup, even the cleansing that she just emphasized is often too lazy to do.

Relying on the five senses without makeup.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, Her Royal Highness has a great misunderstanding of modern women's makeup needs and photo filters.

And this misunderstanding finally cracked at the moment when I came to the studio.

As soon as Liming Yue got off the car and walked to the iron fence door of Wuhuangshan Studio, she saw a young girl washing her paintbrush in front of the iron fence sink—dyeing red hair, wearing heavy make-up, and wearing a lolita. The complicated foreign dress.

Liming Yue's complexion was complex, and Shen Yanbing, who was walking behind, gave a chuckle, Liming Yue's thin lips moved slightly and asked, "Classmate, is there a person named He Ye here?"

The girl looked at the two of them, and it took two seconds to react: "Oh, you said Mr. He, she is in the inner room."

With that, she put down the paint bucket that was rushing at the paintbrush, opened the iron fence, and let the two in.

"Teacher He, someone is looking for you—"

The red-haired girl yelled in a drag tone. The middle school students sitting on the bench inside looked up. Liming Yue also looked around. There are various paintings on three sides of the wall. The floor is full of drawing boards and paint buckets. The house has a strange and messy beauty.

They didn't wait long, and He Ye, who was still holding the paintbrush, came out from the inside, surprised and pleasantly surprised to see the people who came, "Hey! I thought you wouldn't be coming."

After that, she explained a few precautions to the students and led them into the studio inside.

"This is my teacher's studio, and I will be a teaching assistant during the holidays."

"This class is just a hobby class. There are not a few art students. It's easy to teach."

As a senior who was admitted to the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, He Ye naturally had a halo in the eyes of a group of middle school students.

While smiling, she showed the two of them the study they were painting.

—This is a painting of flowers and birds.

Limingyue stared intently.

Shen Yanbing looked around, saw the calligraphy works hanging on the wall, and appreciated it carefully.

He Ye noticed, and Yan Yan said with a smile: "This is the handwriting of a master, written in the Spring Festival last year."

Limingyue looked up and saw, nodding with emotion: "Good word."

After speaking, her eyes fell on another framed ink painting and stared for a while, "Is this also your teacher painted?"

"Although my teacher often brings sketching and oil painting classes, his favorite is ink painting." He Ye smiled, "You didn't come by coincidence today. The teacher went to visit and communicate in other places, and you won't be able to return to the studio in a few days."

Shen Yanbing raised his eyebrows invisibly. Liming Yue seemed disappointed when he heard the words, and then asked, "How do you call your teacher?"

"The teacher's surname is Liu, the willow of the willow."

Liming Yue took a note and glanced at Shen Yanbing, then asked, "How can I study here?"

Shen Yanbing was not surprised when he heard the words. Her Royal Highness mentioned it on the way when she came, and she was also happy to see that the other party had more contact with reality.

He Ye laughed grinning after hearing the words: "Does classmate Li really like these? Have you had any foundation? Most of the people here are middle school students. If you want to join, I'm afraid you have to explain to Teacher Liu first."

Limingyue looked at Shen Yanbing who hadn't planned to make a sound, and after a few seconds he said, "I have taught myself a little bit before, and the technique may be different from the mainstream."

He Ye heard that he was a wild way, and he had a certain sense of truth in his heart, "Just correct it slowly, and Teacher Liu will be back in two days. Then you can bring a few sets of your own study work, let the teacher give pointers, and join the studio. It's a matter of course."

"Yeah." Liming Yue came up with confidence and suddenly remembered, "How do I charge?"

He Ye was taken aback and laughed: "Ms. Liu's studio also recruits interested or gifted children during the holidays. It's not a tutoring class. You only need to prepare the materials."

Limingyue was a little surprised, and she was a big rock to let go of her heart. She didn't want to trouble Shen Yanbing too much.

but.

"Where can these pigments of cooked silk be sold?"

When Liming Yue was in Jingchao, she used the best mineral pigments, and she never worried about the materials.

She saw the paint box at the student's feet just now. The color of the box was quite different from the one she had been in contact with.

"For beginners, just pick a big-name foreign brand and use it." He Ye showed her the paint tubes that she often used.

Shen Yanbing didn't say anything. Her grandfather often exchanged gifts with her old friends for homemade paints. Trouble turned to trouble, but the effect was really not comparable to that of chemical paints.

Limingyue looked at her, and Shen Yanbing nodded: "I will go to the bookstore to buy it later."

"Twenty-four colors will do." He Ye pointed to the box he had practiced, "Basically enough."

"good."

Limingyue also felt that the colors were rich enough, and only worried about whether she could be familiar with modern painting methods-she was best at calligraphy.

Shen Yanbing stood by, admiring the framed painting quite comfortably, his eyes suddenly falling on the red seal below.

She fixed her eyes and looked at several calligraphy works next to her. She was a little surprised. She raised her head to look at He Ye: "Mr. Liu you mentioned, is Mr. Liu Yu from the Art Association?"

He Ye was surprised: "Have you heard of Teacher Liu?"

Shen Yanbing smiled: "I heard it slightly."

There are many teachers who teach painting, but Liu Yu from the Artists Association is the only one who is famous.

The last time Shen Yanbing heard that Liu Yu's name was from his grandfather-he was a rare young painter who preferred the traditional way.

Moreover, the painting is quite sensational. She has seen Liu Yu express her gratitude to her grandpa's birthday works, and she is very sincere.

Shen Yanbing didn't expect this young painter to run to the foot of Wuhuang Mountain to open such an inconspicuous studio.

She looked at Liming Yue, and for a moment she wanted to sigh with fate.

The author has something to say: Thanks for reading~

Today I received a column head portrait drawn by a friend, I am very touched, and I hope everyone can collect the new article by the way (I also mentioned that I am sorry that it may be changed.

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