Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

Her Royal Highness began to run to the Wuhuang studio every day.

Get up early to practice calligraphy, study mathematics, physics and chemistry in the morning, practice in the studio in the afternoon, and read extracurricular books in the evening.

An extremely regular life.

"Do you feel tired?" Shen Yanbing went downstairs to send her to the studio. Liming Yue was sitting in the passenger seat. She was a little erratic just after the lunch break. She leaned her head by the car window: "Not tired."

Shen Yanbing laughed, and then asked, "Is it boring?"

Liming Yue's spirit is better: "It's not boring."

Shen Yanbing chatted with her a few more words, and the dullness that Liming Yue had just awakened finally faded, and her complexion improved.

"The people in the studio are very nice." Her Royal Highness looked at the scenery of the road passing by outside the window, "It's just occasional trouble."

Art lovers who don't have much pressure on art exams sit on the bench holding the drawing board, and talk and talk while drawing, without stopping.

Shen Yanbing was very positive about this, "It's good to have a happy learning."

Limingyue usually writes and draws in the inner room, but also writes and draws surrounded by a group of energetic children, and then leaves with exaggerated praise.

He Ye did not stop this, and often encouraged Liming Yue, who was not talkative, to interact with them.

"Don't even look at them as professional, but they paint very well."

"I haven't learned that kind of painting." Limingyue is very interested in the sketches, watercolors and even cartoons they often draw.

"It's very simple. You have such a good foundation, and you can learn it soon." Liu Panyou came over and said vowedly, "I can teach you."

Liming Yue smiled, before He Ye spoke: "Okay."

Liu Yu doesn't care about students. He Ye greets the studio most of the time. With her level at the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, she is more than enough to deal with amateurs.

However, Liu Yu was very interested in learning Chinese painting by Liming Yue, and he looked at almost every picture. Starting from the sketches, he pointed and corrected them with extreme sternness. Rarely is the word of generosity when he looked at the students in the studio.

"Ms. Liu is not so harsh to me." He Ye quietly told Liming Yue, smiling expectantly, "Come on, I'll rely on you to take the flight."

Limingyue chuckled. In the past few days, she has had more contact with the young people in the studio, and she has gradually understood these modern terms.

"Senior sister's paintings are very good, especially watercolor, which feels very different from freehand painting."

As soon as she finished being humble, He Ye immediately followed up as expected: "The junior sister helped me inscribe a word~"

Liu Panyou, who was drawing anime on the side, came over when he heard the words and said, "Sister Li, ignore her!"

The two quarreled again, and the entire studio was in a mess, the paint and ink flew together, and their respective drawing boards became shields, making the noise more irritable than the summer sun.

Limingyue sat near the air conditioner, forming a small world on her own.

When Shen Yanbing came to pick her up, Liming Yue took the initiative to talk about these interesting things, and poured out all the things that she didn't say in the studio and complained about it.

"It seems that you have adapted well." Shen Yanbing was driving and wearing sunglasses, Liming Yue could only judge that the other party was in a good mood based on the voice of the other party and the curvature of the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah." Limingyue was happy about her new friends-she grew up so old that she hadn't had any friends yet.

She is like an ordinary modern girl and can't help sharing it with her best friend. Shen Yanbing is also happy for her, as if she doubled her happiness.

Studying and chatting in the studio made her feel fulfilled, and sharing and communicating with Shen Yanbing on the back and forth drive also made her feel at ease.

——Every time before getting in the car, she couldn't help but organize her language, thinking about what to talk about later, almost becoming a subconscious thought.

This seems to have made her motion sickness much better.

Shen Yanbing has a special feeling.

In the past, she would go out to pick up people in the afternoon every day, especially in midsummer. She wouldn't do much good.

In the past, people who kept chatting and chatting would only consume her patience for no reason-including Xu Nuo's so-called couple sharing.

But at this moment, Liming Yue was sitting next to her, the summer sun fell on them, and the dryness was cleared by the air in the car. She listened to each other's sharing and complaining from time to time, the voice was clear and not sweet, there was a strange comfort calm.

——There is even an illusion that this road is shorter than before.

The car stopped in front of the gardening iron gate, Liming Yue took off his seat belt, and Shen Yanbing buckled her sun hat on her head, but did not send her in.

"Bye." Liming Yue looked at her from the car window, waved at her, and Shen Yanbing smiled.

In modern times, transliteration words that are not normal enough, there is always a different feeling from the mouth of the princess.

After returning home, Shen Yanbing, looking at the bookshelves and desks he had purchased, and the signs of cohabitation everywhere, a more complicated feeling came to his mind.

Sitting on the ground in front of the coffee table, she saw half a cup of unfinished orange juice and the Aries doll lying sideways on the ground. She had the illusion that all of this would disappear in the next second.

She smiled in her heart, turned on the laptop, put on some soft music, and continued to edit the paper.

That night, she received news from Shen Yuan, asking about going back to Shacheng.

Limingyue was flipping through the paper book at the new desk and taking notes from time to time. Shen Yanbing glanced at her and responded with one hand: "Airplane, about this week."

Shen Yuan and Deng Yan are not free, so please ask her to send Shen Yueran back. Shen Yanbing said, "I am not responsible for losing it."

Shen Yuan sent a bunch of laughs, "She can't throw it away."

Shen Yanbing was only joking, and agreed to go to pick up his little niece.

"That girl, too?" Shen Yuan asked Liming Yue.

Shen Yanbing had struggled before, but now he has made up his mind: "Don't go."

She couldn't get on the plane without her ID card. She was too tired to drive home by herself. Her Royal Highness should be able to support herself by going back for three days at most.

When she said this to Limingyue, the other party tried to suppress her surprised expression.

Shen Yanbing raised his eyebrows, full of suspicion: "No?"

Liming Yue hesitated and was forced to nod: "Yes."

After agreeing, she tried to reveal her difficulties, but Shen Yanbing had already listed one, two, three to dozens of tips.

"1. Buy food: in the fresh supermarket on the first floor, the shopping card has been recharged, and it is in the third drawer on the bottom right of the TV cabinet in the living room. Note: You can buy fruits, etc., don’t cook by yourself, in the box in the storage room There are a variety of snacks and fast food products. The refrigerator has quick-frozen dumplings and wontons. Meal reminds me to order takeaways for you."

"2. Going out: I learned to use my mobile phone to navigate within two days. You can also refer to the following sketches: (omitted), don’t go in the wrong direction, pay more attention to the road signs, and walk about 20 minutes from the community to the studio. Don’t be unfamiliar on the road. People communicate, call me if you have any questions."

"3..."

Limingyue raised her head, but stopped talking.

Shen Yanbing: "Let's see if there are any problems. If you encounter a situation that you haven't taken into consideration, call me directly or make a video."

Liming Yue: "...good."

She felt an uncomfortable feeling of being at home alone for three days.

But she cannot reveal that this is an important step for her independence in modern society.

Shen Yanbing sat next to reply to the news, Liming Yue was upside down on her mobile phone-she had added the WeChat of many people in the studio, and now she has learned to like her circle of friends.

Limingyue looked absent-minded and couldn't help asking: "When are you leaving?"

"The morning after the day after tomorrow." Shen Yanbing said as he got up to cut the fruit.

Limingyue didn't pay attention to her movements, and only gave an "Oh", picked up the tablet, and idly played Plants vs. Zombies.

She is almost cleared.

Shen Yanbing brought the cut ice watermelon over, handed her a fork, and sat down at the coffee table.

The TV in the living room is showing a recent hot costume drama.

Liming Yue has always been puzzled by this kind of TV series, especially the plot and characters, even if she has never studied the history of this world, she still feels outrageous.

But the students in the studio often mentioned this play, which slightly broke her filter of modern society.

She looked at Shen Yanbing-she didn't watch the drama seriously, so why did she broadcast this?

The princess sat next to the opponent, crossed a piece of watermelon, and asked hesitantly: "Is this show good-looking?"

"It's okay." Shen Yanbing didn't pay much attention to the plot. Most of the time, he just listened to the sound, so as not to derail too much from the mass entertainment.

When Limingyue asked her, she raised her head to pay attention to the title of the show, saw the scene of the heroine passing by, and said casually: "The heroine is very beautiful."

Liming Yue, who received an unexpected answer, fell into deep thought.

She paused the game and couldn't help but seriously look at the female lead of this costume drama.

Wearing a pink blue dress, her small round face is sweet and soft, without aggressiveness, and her eyes smile like crescents, which makes people feel good.

Limingyue: ...just a little bit better.

Shen Yanbing also looked up at the TV screen now, and remembered something: "Are you used to watching costume dramas?"

I couldn't understand it at all, Liming Yue replied silently in her heart, most of the girls with this kind of appearance and character in ancient times had a bad life.

But she still said: "It's okay."

Shen Yanbing smiled: "You can change programs by yourself."

Limingyue didn't change, she looked at each other seriously: "Do you like the appearance of the heroine?"

She was brooding about Shen Yanbing's "good-looking" sentence.

"Like it." Shen Yanbing blurted out, not feeling any problem, "It's very sweet."

Limingyue barely understood the meaning of "sweet", and continued to watch the play somewhat subtly.

The heroine has long hair, and she also has long hair; the heroine has a long skirt, and the Jing Chao skirt she wears occasionally hits the floor; the heroine has a small round face, she...

Limingyue suddenly touched her cheek and gave up the contrast.

She felt that there was a problem with her mentality.

Shen Yanbing was not thinking about chatting, and he didn't pay attention to the worries he brought to the princess. The types she likes are gone, as long as they are pleasing to the eye, they can be classified as her favorite.

She got up and went back to the study. Liming Yue turned off the TV and sat back at the desk.

Without reading two pages of the book, his thoughts drifted to the day after tomorrow—Shen Yanbing would go home for three days.

Limingyue only met Shen Yuan's family, and hardly heard Shen Yanbing mention her parents, let alone her family status, just as Shen Yanbing knew nothing about her past.

She was distracted, and suddenly turned out the atlas and found Shacheng, which was only a few fingers away from Bencheng.

Every piece of land on the map is so closely connected, but she knows that the actual distance is so far away, and Shen Yanbing said that she would take a plane—she once marveled at this type of transportation in the video.

"when……"

Limingyue whispered to herself, and began to look forward to the day when she truly became a member of modern society.

The author has something to say: thanks to the little angel who threw landmines: two, five and one;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: nickname 015 bottles; 11.2 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!