Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

After the freshmen enrolled in school, Limingyue gradually got used to Shen Yanbing's getting up early and getting used to getting hotter early.

"I will pick you up in the studio at noon today."

"good."

Liming Yue has been eating rice recently. Although Liu Yu is extremely welcome, it is not a long-term solution. When Shen Yanbing finally took the initiative to mention it, she was relieved.

But to her surprise, Shen Yanbing picked her up that day and did not return to the apartment, but drove directly to the school.

"Are we eating here?"

Limingyue looked confused when she saw the school buildings and the young men wearing dark green military uniforms.

Shen Yanbing parked the car near a canteen, and when he got off the car, it was not yet the time for the freshmen to go for training. "Let's go to the canteen."

Limingyue obviously has no concept of "canteen".

"It's where everyone eats." Shen Yanbing smiled and showed her the campus card, "After filling in, swipe the card to consume."

Liming Yue became very interested, and students of her age kept passing by. She held back her look and went to the second floor of the cafeteria with Shen Yanbing.

"I prefer the food on the second floor." Shen Yanbing explained, "When I get busy in the future, you can take this card to eat by yourself."

"Okay." Limingyue looked at the long dining cabinet window, a little dazzled, learning Shen Yanbing's meal, and pointed to the auntie in the cafeteria for the delicious dishes.

There were soft seats next to the glass door, and the two found an empty place to sit down, and Shen Yanbing briefly introduced the partitions of the canteen with her.

"I like to eat like this." Liming Yue looked very happy, half-jokingly said, "The emperor of Jing Dynasty didn't have so many choices for a meal."

Shen Yanbing smiled, "This is modern."

The canteen at Ben Thanh University has always been good, with a wide variety of dishes, from the simplest rice to rice bowl, dumplings, chaotic noodles, and various snacks, which can be eaten for a week without heavy samples.

Liming Yue has always paid attention to the price, "It's much cheaper than takeaway."

"And healthier." Shen Yanbing laughed. She used to order takeaways casually. After Liming Yue came, she had to choose carefully for fear of stepping on thunder-there is no scientific basis, but she always felt that the ancients' stomachs were weaker.

Limingyue was full of affection for the cafeteria: "Can you come here to eat every day?"

"If the door is not closed, you can just swipe the campus card." Shen Yanbing paused with his chopsticks and smiled, "As long as you don't get tired of eating."

Liming Yue didn't understand why she was tired: "It's delicious."

"It's fine if you like it." Shen Yanbing, as a child of college faculty and staff, gets the most snacks from the cafeteria, not to mention boring, but boring.

Liming Moon is not the same. The ancients who have just arrived, must succumb to modern seasonings and cooking methods.

Halfway through the meal, the canteen suddenly swarmed into many new students wearing military uniforms, and the canteen soon became noisy. The seats around it were quickly filled, and there were long queues in various windows.

Where did Limingyue have seen this kind of battle, and looked at this large group of people dressed in the same way: "What are they doing?"

"Military training." Shen Yanbing thought about how to explain, "You must participate when you enter school to exercise your physical fitness and enhance collective cohesion."

"Have you also participated?" Liming Yue saw many people who were hot enough to take off their hats and undress. "It looks very hard."

"It happened a long time ago." Shen Yanbing's physical fitness is acceptable, but he still feels cruel when he recalls the month-long military training of Beijing University. The duration of Bincheng University is not as long as Beijing University, but the scorching sun and high temperature in Bincheng are more tormenting.

Not long after it started, she had already heard that someone had heat stroke.

Her Royal Highness was full of interest in everything on the campus. After dinner, she went to the office building with Shen Yanbing. Seeing the students and teachers coming and going, her yearning grew spontaneously.

Shen Yanbing had brought Limingyue to the office before, but now he moved to the office as a class teacher, sharing a room with the class teacher of another class of Chinese Language and Literature.

At this point, there are no other people in the office, and the class teacher does not have much work. The trouble is that you always have to stay in the school.

"Sit." Shen Yanbing pointed to the leather sofa where he was meeting, and poured a glass of water for Liming Yue, "I will send you back later."

Limingyue sat aside and waited without noisy, without looking at her mobile phone, looking around the new office.

Shen Yanbing sat in front of the desktop computer and submitted the information. After a while someone knocked on the door, she rubbed her eyebrows, "Please come in."

Liming Yue's eyes flickered, and Shen Yanbing's eyes left from the computer. He was a little surprised to see the person coming: "Sheng Zhuo?"

"Hello, Mr. Shen, it took a while to find out that you have changed offices." Sheng Zhuo paused, "Our team went to the field for an inspection of the project submitted before the holiday and sorted out some problems. I don’t know if you have any problems. No time to take a look?"

Shen Yanbing nodded: "Just send me the mailbox, why do you still have to run?"

Sheng Zhuo touched his nose and smiled plainly: "I just came over from the counselor's office and just heard that you are the head teacher."

"Thank you." He said, he couldn't help but glanced at Liming Yue who was sitting on the sofa. Shen Yanbing was busy looking at the computer and didn't answer the conversation. Sheng Zhuo stopped talking, "Then I'll go first, thank you, Teacher Shen."

Shen Yanbing nodded, waited for the door to close, looked at Limingyue, and chuckled: "He saw you from the window, right?"

"We haven't touched since that day." Liming Yue also noticed Sheng Zhuo's frequent gazes just now, frowning, "He is a bit strange."

Shen Yanbing is silent. Actually, she doesn't have much contact with Sheng Zhuo, but she can still easily see that the other party is a typical type of people who get mixed up in various school organizations. They have a good relationship with teachers and receive major honors. All over again.

It is not uncommon for Sheng Zhuo like this to come to the office to say hello to her.

Shen Yanbing turned off the computer and got up: "Let's go, take you home."

Limingyue was sleepy a long time ago. After getting in the car, the car didn't go far, so she squinted and went to sleep.

Shen Yanbing thought that the other party would have to struggle for a long time when he saw Sheng Zhuohui.

Her Royal Highness didn't sleep deep, so she woke up naturally when she went to the underground garage, got up dimly, but was fastened tightly by the seat belt.

Shen Yanbing was amused and leaned over, her hair dangling against Liming Yue's skin, her eyelids trembled, and she slowly woke up.

The tension in front of her was loosened, and Shen Yanbing helped her unfasten her seat belt.

"Are you going up?" Limingyue's voice just woke up a bit astringent, and she swept the other party's hair behind her ears without thinking.

Shen Yanbing looked up at her, slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect her actions.

Limingyue herself did not expect that the roots of her ears became thin red, and she blurted out, "Your hair is a bit curly."

Shen Yanbing laughed out loud, "Yes."

Her black hair is shoulder-length, and the ends of her hair are naturally curly. She hasn't bothered about it either.

Not everyone has hair like dawn and moon from ancient times, and can bear the words "black, long and straight".

Shen Yanbing went upstairs with her, busying himself in the study, and instructed the other party to take a good lunch break.

Limingyue should be well, lying on the lower bunk of the second bedroom, staring at the bed board, there is no sleepiness at all.

Shen Yanbing's hair was not only a little curly, but also very soft. She tucked her long hair to the pillow, and for the first time the idea of ​​cutting her hair came up.

It doesn't need to be too long or too short, as Shen Yanbing is just right.

By the end of August, the Wuhuang studio gradually became deserted, and the students in the summer class returned to school one after another. On the last day it closed, Shen Yanbing came over and stayed for a long time.

"I heard Mingyue say that Miss Shen is a teacher at Bin University?" He Ye looked at Shen Yanbing, who was helping to clean up the studio, with some surprise, "You look too young."

And how difficult it is to enter colleges and universities now, He Ye, as a member of the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, has heard a little if he doesn't pay attention to it.

"Speaking of which, we are still alumni." The two laughed. Because of family studies, Shen Yanbing often paid attention to the Academy of Fine Arts when he was in college. He Ye reported several famous seniors and senior sisters, and Shen Yanbing basically heard about it. pass.

He Ye quietly glanced at Liming Yue, who was still in the inner room, and asked Shen Yanbing in a low voice, "Actually, I haven't dared to ask, why didn't Mingyue go to school?"

She looked at the two of them, really did not seem to have any difficulties or difficulties.

"Her family members are extremely traditional and repel school education. They only believe in family education." Shen Yanbing knew that she would face this problem sooner or later, and continued nonsense. "She also knows that this is abnormal. She has become an adult this year, so she came to me on purpose. ."

In the story compiled by Shen Yanbing, the two are still sisters of distant relatives.

"There are no wonders in the big world." He Ye sighed and did not ask, "It's not easy. No wonder she can't play anything with her mobile phone. She has been restricted since she was a child?"

Shen Yanbing: "Yes, they are also quite backward."

Limingyue didn't know that she had become a runaway girl who was persecuted by tradition, and she was still seriously discussing the structure of a few words with Liu Yu.

Liu Yu frowned as he looked at the works he planned to exhibit.

Limingyue pursed her lips and wrote on the checkered paper from time to time, "The center here may not be heavy enough."

She spoke euphemistically, but she awakened Liu Yu with a single word, relaxed her mind and wrote the post again, but she couldn't finish the writing coherently, and she broke off in the middle.

Liu Yu slowly shook his head and sighed, "I still lack some feeling."

Limingyue frowned, dipped his ink down, and tried to challenge this famous post. The suspended wrist was extremely stable, and the large characters were well-balanced and the image was natural.

Liu Yu stared for a long time, then looked up at her, "How about you go and participate?"

Limingyue blinked and put down the brush, "...I am too junior to suit."

The Lanting Exhibition that Liu Yu is preparing has a high reputation in the industry, and the threshold for submission is that he has experience in other calligraphy exhibitions or a background in calligraphy.

"Oh, this rule." Strictly speaking, the Lanting Exhibition does not stipulate the exhibition level, which is not a harsh threshold.

Limingyue smiled indifferently: "The teacher's handwriting has improved a lot. If you practice more and find the status, you will definitely get your favorite ranking."

"..." Liu Yu couldn't smile. She never expected that she accepted an apprentice at the foot of the mountain, but the other party was the teacher.

She was still convinced.

Liming Yue's tone is sincere and humble. Although the teacher's calligraphy level is not top-notch, her Chinese painting has convinced her. In these days, under the guidance of the other party, her fine brushwork has obviously improved.

But Liu Yu didn't dare to take such a big credit. "I have taught many students, but you are the only one who can get started so quickly."

Even He Ye, who was admitted to the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, couldn't match this talent.

Moreover, Limingyue's diligence is equally breathtaking.

"If you can go to the capital and visit the door of a real famous family, the future achievements are unimaginable." Liu Yu felt in his heart countless times, this time parting, and finally couldn't help but say it.

She already believes that with Limingyue's heart, she will never become complacent or mourn herself.

"Are you really not thinking about going to the capital with me?" Liu Yu asked again. Bincheng's business is prosperous, but literature and art are far behind the capital. Liming Yue staying here without better training is a great loss.

The conversation between He Ye and Shen Yanbing came faintly outside, and she shook her head: "I like Bincheng."

"Bincheng can't satisfy your development." Liu Yu sighed, feeling regretful again.

Limingyue raised her head and stared at her, her eyes deep: "Here is someone I like."

—She can't imagine what to do if she leaves Shen Yanbing.

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