Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

Ms. Zheng Man’s birthday falls on the second day.

Shen Yanbing used to spend some time in Shacheng during summer vacations, and every year his mother's birthday would naturally be carefully prepared.

-Ms. Zheng Man doesn't like fanfare, but there are too many relatives, friends and students in Shacheng.

The birthday banquet was booked on the first floor of the downtown hotel. Shen Yanbing sat at the table in the middle, watching the students or teachers who came forward to congratulate and give gifts, and took a sip of the freshly filled drink.

It was the orange juice preferred by Her Royal Highness. Shen Yanbing, who had been wandering, suddenly had this idea in his mind, and it quickly dissipated in response to a circle of people's greetings.

Probably because of the more experience in the past few years, Zheng Ke has been mixed up in this kind of dinner. Many people learned of her identity and immediately started talking.

Most of the people sitting at this table were relatives and friends, and Shen Yueran was also at the table, watching the adults with those round eyes, while eating all kinds of desserts quickly.

"grandfather!"

Zheng Ke called out, making Shen Yanbing, who was playing with the mobile phone, immediately raised his head, got up and pulled out the seat beside him.

"Grandpa." She also called out.

Elder Zheng is in his eighties, gray-haired but still vigorous, "Oh, when did Yan Bing come back?"

"Yesterday." Shen Yanbing poured a cup of tea for the old man, and said with a smile, "How are you eating recently?"

Grandpa Zheng laughed: "Very good!"

"Pay attention to the stomach and intestines." As soon as Shen Yanbing's voice fell, someone approached him immediately, with a boastful tone: "I have heard of Mr. Zheng's name for a long time.

Grandpa Zheng smiled and said, "Hello, hello."

Grandpa Zheng, whose name is Zheng Dexing, is a well-known calligrapher and Chinese painter in the contemporary art circle.

More and more people came to hear the news, and occasionally some people tentatively asked about the recent Lanting Cup judging, and some people attacked the quota of the annual exhibition, all of them were haha ​​vaguely passed over:

"I'm an old man, how can I worry so much?"

Sitting next to him, Shen Yanbing had to collect a lot of business cards for his grandfather. Those who came were all human beings. After a few casual conversations, he knew in his heart, and quickly left with an eager and persevering tone.

"Where did they come to the birthday party?" Shen Yanbing folded his business card and asked, "Sister Ke?"

"Yeah." Grandpa Zheng nodded, "Now these all-in-law Xiao Ke takes care of it."

Zheng Ke was chatting with a few rookies, and seeing the sight cast by Shen Yanbing, he smiled and toasted a glass of wine in the air.

Shen Yanbing chuckled lightly and asked his grandfather: "What activities have you been doing recently? The people here are so active."

"It's like this every year." Old man Zheng sighed, thinking of the entries in the past few years.

The protagonist of the birthday party, Ms. Zheng Man, was talking to the students one by one, and from time to time, new teachers in the profession came over to make arrangements.

Shen Yanbing has become accustomed year by year, sitting with Elder Zheng to eat with a lack of interest-in this way, few people can eat calmly and well.

I was struggling to find someone to bring in for the banquet, for fear that I would miss some "personal resources" without paying attention, so I had to look around with my neck up and my heart beaten repeatedly, and eating became the least important thing.

On the birthdays of Ms. Zheng Man and Father Zheng Dexing, it must be so every five days, and they cannot be easily controlled by themselves.

Shen Yanbing noticed that the opposite Shen Yueran was clamoring to go back to watch the cartoon. Her grandmother greeted Ms. Zheng Man and took the child away spoilingly.

Father Zheng chewed slowly, looked at the junior of the Shen family, and smiled: "Looks like you when you were a kid."

Shen Yanbing was speechless, "I'm not so noisy."

"Indeed." Father Zheng suddenly asked, "Has Tongzhou contacted you recently?"

Shen Tongzhou is the father of Shen Yanbing. He was transferred to the Beijing Institute of Biological Sciences a few years ago.

As a well-known professor of the Academy of Biological Sciences, Shen Tongzhou is much busier than Zheng Man, a celebrity in the history department, and Shen Yanbing has been used to a deserted home since he was a child.

Unlike his mother, who makes regular phone calls every month, his father Shen Tongzhou's time is quite variable. Sometimes he may not say a word in a few months, and sometimes he can greet him continuously for three days, showing his fatherly mentality.

Although there is a bonus for the thoughtful and humorous tall image of childhood, and the name of the national project leader is fooled, Shen Yanbing is far past the age of worship.

She downplayed: "Mother contacted before her birthday."

Shen Tongzhou, the person in charge who said that he was the only one, still had to worry about his wife's birthday gift internally-all that can be given has been given away after so many years.

At this point, Shen Yanbing extremely agreed with her father, and she took great pains to pick a gift.

She told her grandpa, and Father Zheng laughed heartily: "He, coming back is the greatest gift."

"As for you, of course it is to bring someone back to let her rest assured!"

Shen Yanbing helplessly: "What age is this, you are also an intellectual..."

"Intellectuals don't talk about love, don't you get married?" Grandpa Zheng retorted, thinking of the situation of the granddaughter he had heard of, and said with emotion, "You bring a baby girl back, I have no problem."

Shen Yanbing helped his forehead: "...who told you."

"Can't I know?" Elder Zheng was serious, "I think they all know."

Shen Yanbing: "..." She was careless. Zheng Ke didn't speak at all when talking to her family.

But it happened to save her the trouble of explaining.

The birthday banquet is still lively until one o'clock in the afternoon, and many people are reluctant to leave, and there is a tendency to drink until the evening.

Shen Yanbing didn't move much, but still couldn't escape the fate of being constantly greeted and toasted.

"Hello, Auntie." She hung up a smile and exchanged greetings with the teachers of Shacheng University. A group of wise people sighed unexpectedly. After asking about their resumes and asking about marriage and love, Shen Yanbing's polite expression was finally relieved by a phone call.

"Sorry." She stretched out her hand to fend off people who were too close, and walked out of the corridor.

Calling is not Liming Yue.

Shen Yanbing listened to the sales pitch of the customer service, and looked at the people coming and going, "Thank you, no need."

She hung up the phone and exhaled.

Liming Yue's challenge of living alone seemed to go well. She glanced at the phone and got the takeaway for her.

She clicked on the dialog between the two, typed a line of words, thought about it, and deleted them one by one.

And at the next moment she hesitated, Liming Yue suddenly sent a photo over.

—It’s a takeaway just opened and ready to eat.

Shen Yanbing smiled, and the other party sent another voice. She tapped it and turned down the volume. The clear voice of the princess leaned against her ears, which was quite intimacy.

She said: "Takeaway doesn't seem as good as it used to be."

Shen Yanbing subconsciously felt that the other party had deep meaning, and typed: "Don't be picky eaters."

After typing, she thought about it again, deleted everything, and pressed the voice: "Next time, change the house."

She sent it out, and Liming Yue quickly replied with a one-second voice: "Okay."

Her Royal Highness's handwriting input is always very slow, Shen Yanbing subconsciously excuses, anyway, not specifically to talk to himself.

The chat records of the two were broken here, and Shen Yanbing returned to the main table, carrying a bag and leaving with his grandfather.

The flowers and plants outside the duplex building were very well taken care of, and the interior was very deserted. When Zheng Ke sent Ms. Zheng Man back, the house barely became lively.

"gift."

Shen Yanbing showed the stack of out-of-print books, and Zheng Man was very happy, "You still remember it."

"There is a great bookstore in the center of Bincheng." Shen Yanbing put it aside. Zheng Man received all kinds of gifts every year during the New Year's Day. These are not rare.

She took out another gift box.

"Why, there's more?"

Father Zheng also looked over, and Zheng Ke joked: "It's different after work."

"From a friend." Shen Yanbing unrolled the scroll. The pages were not large. The "Shou" in a seal script and two lines of blessings beside it. The bottom note was "Dawn Moon" and the calendar date without a seal.

Ms. Zheng Man looked at it for a while, then said: "Good word."

She turned this work in front of Mr. Zheng and smiled: "Dad, come and take a look."

"Dare to give you a word on your birthday, that must be a bit emboldened." Father Zheng smiled and looked carefully, "Ooo, this level."

Father Zheng looked up at Shen Yanbing who had sent the painting, "Which emerging calligrapher do I know?"

He took a closer look at the inscription, and admired: "Liming Yue, where is the legacy of the sea?"

"A friend I met in Bincheng." Shen Yanbing chuckled lightly, and the big rock in his heart fell to the ground.

Zheng Ke leaned in, "When did you have such a powerful calligrapher by your side?"

After all, Shen Yanbing was basically insulated from art since he was in high school.

"The master is in the folk." Shen Yanbing replied casually, "I was just a young adult girl who didn't go to the Academy of Fine Arts."

This is amazing.

Ms. Zheng Man looked at her: "Which family is this descendant?"

Elder Zheng and Shen Yanbing shook their heads at the same time, and said calmly: "No, it doesn't look like it, it's a bit old-fashioned, and it doesn't look like any other one."

"It doesn't matter, just come to the exhibition!" Zheng Ke has tasted the calligraphy practice, but now spares no effort to do traditional promotion, "In the second half of this year, I will plan the Shacheng Lanting Exhibition."

Shen Yanbing was also interested, "How to vote, how to select?"

"I will send you the official website information later." Zheng Ke sternly said, "Don't worry, there is absolutely no default decision. I do this for fairness and justice."

Shen Yanbing laughed lightly, "Let's talk about it then, my friend is more introverted."

"You must come! The current trend is like this. The introverted and timid are starved to death. Those who dare to vote and dare to operate." Zheng Ke lifted his eyelids. "You can't believe it. What are they."

Ms. Zheng Man is obviously not surprising, "Don't promise to mix up."

"Of course." Zheng Ke got up and walked to the old Zheng who was still tasting the word seriously, "How can I move people without works?"

Zheng Ke and Shen Yanbing had a superior life since they were young, and they have ample artistic influence. The literati's arrogance has learned more than ten percent, and it is a fantasy to want to impress them.

Ms. Zheng Man hung up the handwriting, and the old man was still slapped, "Is this really written by a little girl?"

"What do you lie to." Shen Yanbing smiled, "If you have a chance in the future, you can meet."

Father Zheng made an exaggerated expression: "Okay."

Shen Yanbing mentioned that Limingyue was studying Chinese painting, and Master Zheng was fooled by saying that he would accept a disciple in the future.

Ms. Zheng Man looked at Shen Yanbing, who had become lively, and suddenly said, "Why don't you see this girl surnamed Li?"

The living room was silent for two seconds, and Shen Yanbing replied, "...you think too much."

"It's okay, you can appreciate it!" Zheng Ke said haha, "Isn't it normal to like the work to like the person."

Shen Yanbing was speechless: "Did you say that."

Elder Zheng seemed to understand something, "We are not staid people."

Shen Yanbing broke his defenses, "...whatever."

The author has something to say: 520, an ordinary day.

I wish you all a happy day and meet your beloved early!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Tiana;

Thanks to the little angel who threw landmines: four, two and one;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Longqiao Wobo; 2 bottles of Kleinlunemoon and Baijugai;

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