Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

Shen Yanbing had been in Bincheng for so long and encountered such a thing for the first time.

"The power went out," she told Liming Yue, "it looks like the storm outside is stronger than expected."

The phone's illuminator was turned on, illuminating Liming Yue's somewhat uneasy look.

"It should be fine in a while." Shen Yanbing pushed in the dishes that were just finished on the dining table. Liming Yue sat and didn't know what to do-he got used to the modern power supply and returned to the ancient night situation at first glance. , She was a little overwhelmed.

"There are no lights," said the princess.

Shen Yanbing really didn't prepare these at home. She glanced at the battery level of her mobile phone and said, "It's okay. It will be fine after the evening."

The surrounding area was dark, and their eyes had gradually adapted to the environment, and they could clearly see the outline of the surrounding furniture.

The room was extremely quiet, and Shen Yanbing could only hear his own breathing.

Limingyue also learned to use a mobile phone to illuminate, and the two sat on the sofa smoothly.

The remaining air-conditioning stayed indoors, and Shen Yanbing sat on the cold ground, searching for nearby information.

The owners are all arguing about this matter-this community did not receive a power outage notice in advance.

Unexpected accidents in the power system are unpredictable, and the emergency filing is already in preparation.

Shen Yanbing put his heart down, looked at Liming Yue, who was sitting motionless by the side, and laughed: "Why, are you scared?"

Liming Yue heard this and carefully fumbled and sat beside her: "A little bit."

Shen Yanbing was about to make a joke, Liming Yue spoke first, speaking slowly: "The night I came, I was alone in the bathroom, and it was darker than it is now."

These words exceeded Shen Yanbing's expectations. The smile at the corner of her mouth narrowed, and Liming Yue continued: "The clothes I am wearing are heavy and hot."

"But I dare not move, I don't know what will happen."

Limingyue's tone was indifferent, and she didn't go on. It seemed that she had felt it at the moment. One sentence less was not enough emotionally, and one more sentence was suspected of selling miserably.

She looked at Shen Yanbing calmly, and the expression on the other side changed.

She and Shen Yanbing looked at each other slowly. In the night, Shen Yanbing was no longer estranged from the usual, and his face was soft and vivid.

Liming Yue patrolled in a somewhat fascinating manner, and Shen Yanbing's lips pressed down without speaking.

The next second, the light suddenly turned on.

Limingyue resisted subconsciously closing her eyes, and only blinked and looked at each other.

Shen Yanbing covered his eyes with his hand, and after a while he put it down, "There is a call."

It's still obvious nonsense.

Limingyue replied, and sat beside her without moving.

Shen Yanbing responded to the message on his mobile phone and stood up, "wash up and rest early, in case the power and water are cut off later."

In fact, she said this only to get rid of the subtle atmosphere of the two of them, which is considered a mid-to-high-end community anyway, so that the reputation will not be frequently delayed.

But Limingyue only grasped one important point after hearing this: "Will it still turn black?"

Shen Yanbing wanted to withdraw what she had just said. She stood at the door of the bathroom and paused for two seconds: "Maybe."

Sitting in the living room, Limingyue listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and began to think about what to do if there was a sudden power outage later. ——Shen Yanbing is still taking a bath.

She carefully reviewed her performance tonight and silently scored seven points.

The call was too late, she hadn't waited for Shen Yanbing to speak.

——What would she say?

Limingyue sat there as if he was in concentration, but the thoughts in his mind were firmly bound to Hong Chen.

When Shen Yanbing came out, he saw a picture-like person with a smile in his heart, but his face was calm and calm.

She didn't interrupt the contemplation of the princess—of course, if she knew what the other person was thinking, she wouldn't know for sure.

Limingyue took a quick bath this night, her long hair curled up and **** without the usual wet mist.

She was also worried about the power outage, even though Shen Yanbing was only talking about "possibility", a cautious person like her Royal Highness still can't help but speculate on the worst possible.

"What if the power goes out again?"

Shen Yanbing was holding the laptop at the moment, and he didn't even look at her when he heard the words: "Just sleep at ease."

Limingyue sat on the mat under her, weighing her tone: "...I'm afraid."

At Shen Yanbing's position, she could only see her drooping head and arms around her knees. She was probably lacking water. She licked her lips lightly, frowned and got up.

Limingyue's eyes followed her, Shen Yanbing poured a glass of water, and said slightly, "What do you want?"

The comfort that the princess was looking forward to fell through.

She raised her eyes and answered earnestly: "I dare not stay alone."

It was not enough to finish, adding: "I dare not sleep alone."

Shen Yanbing was almost choked. She looked at Liming Yue in a somewhat unbelievable way: "You say it again?"

Limingyue is of course nonsense. She has been in the palace for so many years. She has seen any demons and ghosts before, and she is still afraid of the dark?

But Shen Yanbing's rhetorical question still made her question her performance-she took a step back and said, "...I am afraid."

Shen Yanbing's lips pressed into a straight line, and he said calmly, "There will be no power cut."

Limingyue watched the other party holding the laptop back to the bedroom, opening her mouth without saying anything.

——Shen Yanbing really has no idea about her.

Liming Yue, who realized this, had a reluctant expression.

Since the two talked about his ex-girlfriend Xu Nuo, Shen Yanbing has consciously kept a distance from her.

She still remembered that when they were in the Shen's house by the sea, they slept in the same bed, and no one felt that there was any problem.

Liming Yue couldn't tell what it was like, but vaguely felt that she missed Shen Yanbing before.

She lay on the lower bunk of the second bedroom, looking at the dark top, listening to the squally rain outside the window, and it took a long time before she reluctantly fell asleep.

As an outstanding representative of contemporary young people staying up late, Shen Yanbing still sleeps very late.

So she knew that the power went out again at night.

She turned on the phone lighting, hesitated, fumbled around in the dark, got up, and walked to the door of the second bedroom.

He clicked the door lightly, and there was no movement inside.

Shen Yanbing breathed a sigh of relief, probably asleep.

She did not go in, but stood outside the door, feeling the strange darkness and silence alone.

The air-conditioning had been shut down under the door cracks, and Shen Yanbing thought of the thick quilt under the bunk for no apparent reason, and sighed secretly.

Liming Yue didn't feel anything unusual when she woke up early in the morning.

She turned off the air conditioner in the bedroom and went to the balcony after washing up.

Only the wind was still blowing, and the rain was much smaller. She opened the curtains and daylight illuminated the entire living room.

When Shen Yanbing got up and saw that everything was normal, the princess, who had no doubts, was relieved-thanks to the smart air conditioner that will automatically restart after a power failure.

At night, she was still wondering whether to change the quilt for the other party, and she was really worried.

But not every air conditioner restarts automatically. She glanced at the owners, and sure enough, someone was already vomiting bitterness.

Liming Yue's worries are not unreasonable, because she is too confident.

She put down the phone, swiped the water to wake herself up, took a deep breath, "Keep calm."

The Wuhuang studio continued to be closed today. Liming Yue had to stay at home to practice. She would feel that there was no difference in the past, but at the moment, she always couldn't help but pay attention to Shen Yanbing on the sofa.

Shen Yanbing coughed lightly, and Liming Yue withdrew his distracted attention.

The strokes become crooked as soon as they are applied hard.

At noon, he ordered takeout as usual. Shen Yanbing deliberately avoided the restaurant that Liming Yue had specifically said the other day was not good, and ordered two fried pho.

"It's still the authenticity of Shacheng." She couldn't help sighing after taking a few bites. Looking at Liming Yue who was eating slowly, she introduced, "This is a specialty of Shacheng."

"It doesn't seem to be difficult to do." Her Royal Highness flicked the egg-fried rice noodles, and the major steps have been restored in her heart.

Shen Yanbing choked, drank his mouth water, "No, the simpler it looks, the more test the technique is."

Limingyue looked up at her, somewhat distrustful.

Shen Yanbing had to continue: "...For example, here, only I can handle this difficulty."

Limingyue revealed the long-lost pear vortex, and said every word: "Okay."

Shen Yanbing's new paper was finally delivered.

The editor Fan Nan was a senior she knew when she was studying for a Ph.D. After sending her email, she received a private chat reply that night-which was incredibly fast.

Fan Nan: "Do you want to revise the wording?"

Shen Yanbing frowned slightly. The seniors were experienced in publishing the paper. Since they did not directly reject the manuscript, the quality had passed. As for the wording, she also understood that the revision was for her benefit.

"I'm too lazy to change it." Shen Yanbing blankly sent a bald emoticon, "Thank you, senior."

Fan Nan didn’t insist either—Shen Yanbing’s professional level and writing ability were obvious to all when she was studying. The quality of her publications frequently attracted attention in the liberal arts colleges, and it was inevitable that someone would pick out her family background and use her reputation as a second-generation student or even a master. .

However, as a student who can't postpone under the extreme harshness of the faculty tutor, Shen Yanbing has not only been included in the national excellent doctoral thesis for his graduation thesis, but also published one article after another in the core journal, coupled with a friendly and caring style of behavior. , The voice of doubt was quickly crushed across the board.

At that time, Fan Nan noticed that his school girl, who had graduated with a bachelor's degree in history, rarely did cross-study of ancient literature. On the contrary, she consciously or unconsciously avoided the sub-themes of history and devoted herself mercilessly. The embrace of modern literature.

Therefore, when he received this paper criticizing the industry's major players by discussing historical truth, he could not help but repeatedly confirm the name and title of the first author "Shen Yanbing".

——The level of the article is impeccable, it is still familiar style and rigorous argumentation logic, but what makes him frown is that Shen Yanbing has challenged authority so sharply.

Courageous.

He was not optimistic about the other party's choice this time, and sent the article to other editors in charge for a regular second review.

Shen Yanbing's life and work hours are very flexible, except for class, the rest of the time is at her own disposal-she strongly rejected the position of class teacher and counselor.

Now, she has over-completed the thesis task, which can be regarded as a real opportunity to rest. The specific performance is that she does not need to hold the laptop every day, and stacks of books are also idle.

Limingyue noticed early and asked strangely during lunch, "Why didn't you study?"

Shen Yanbing: "That's not study, that's work."

Limingyue has never worked, and has never had the pressure of grades to enter a higher school, so he can't fully understand the sensory differences between the two.

Shen Yanbing lay on the sofa holding a pillow, watching the exaggerated domestic drama, casually: "You will understand later."

Her Royal Highness felt that she had been perfunctory again.

The author has something to say: Too many sad things have happened today... tribute.

The codeword progress was also interrupted, and I didn't want to write anything.

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