Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

After Wuhuang Studio closed, Liming Yue began to frequent Bencheng University.

"The other teacher in the office is Zhou Ying. You have seen it. You can find her when I'm away." Shen Yanbing took her to the campus. The military training is nearing the end, and the courses in various colleges are gradually getting on track.

Limingyue looked at the same age in groups or alone on the road without leaving a trace, observing the looks, makeup and clothing of the crowd.

Shen Yanbing stopped, "It's here."

Directly opposite is a pool of fountains, behind which stands a very modern building, located in the center of the campus, covering a large area, and students are constantly coming and going.

"This is the library." Shen Yanbing led her to check in. "You can come here by yourself with my card in the future."

Limingyue nodded, still in the shock of countless books-she thought the modern bookstores she had visited before were exaggerated enough.

The bookshelf is connected to the self-study area, and there are immersed students everywhere, typing on the keyboard or rustling, and no one speaks.

——This is a modern university. Her Royal Highness held her breath and walked quietly between the bookshelves.

Shen Yanbing smiled in his heart, thinking about buying school bags and stationery for Liming Yue.

It's like sending a family child to school.

"Can I take it out?" Liming Yue pointed to a certain book on the shelf, and carefully pulled it out after receiving Shen Yanbing's affirmation.

She was holding a thin constitution booklet.

Shen Yanbing was a little surprised, chuckled lightly, and whispered, "Interested in this?"

Limingyue nodded, leaning closer and lowering her voice: "People on the Internet say it's important."

"Yes." Shen Yanbing smiled even more. Even though he had expected it, Dang did not expect His Royal Highness to learn online so quickly.

She Ren Limingyue walked around and looked around, flipping through this book and looking at the other. There was no sense of fatigue, and she felt like she couldn't stop for a whole afternoon.

"You can pick five books to take home, and come back later." Shen Yanbing reminded her that he went to the ancient books area on the third floor.

It is said that they are ancient books, but in fact they are mostly photocopies. Shen Yanbing shuttled through them, corresponding to the codes previously found, and quickly found the few books he needed.

When she went downstairs, she saw Liming Yue sitting at an empty desk, turning the pages of the book very slowly.

Shen Yanbing walked over, pulled the adjacent wooden chair away, and sat down.

Limingyue turned his head and saw her and laughed.

Most of the self-study areas here bring professional textbooks to study, but it is rare to see Limingyue seriously reading extracurricular books in the library.

The desk is near the window, and the windows of Binda University are mostly floor-to-ceiling arches, with excellent lighting, and the translucent sunlight shining in, falling on the dawn and moon, like dusted with gold, and the side looks as if it is shining.

It's too quiet.

Limingyue noticed the other's sight and did not dare to speak. The words on the pages of the book seemed to be dancing, unable to turn for a long time.

Shen Yanbing also noticed her distraction, turned her head amusedly, and covered the smile at the corner of her mouth.

Limingyue's lips pressed tighter, and her eyes blinked several times before finally reading the words in the book. When she turned the page, she felt unspeakable regret.

——Shen Yanbing didn't look at her anymore.

Shen Yanbing brought Liming Yue to once again, and led her to figure out the layout of the library. After going through the process of borrowing and returning books, he completely let Liming Yue explore on his own.

Her Royal Highness did not make any moths-except that there are a lot of people who strike up a conversation.

"I don't even know them." Liming Yue said of this puzzling face, "But as soon as I went out, they followed."

In the office, Zhou Ying laughed unceremoniously when he heard this.

"Sister, this is chasing you." Zhou Ying tilted Erlang's legs, "What does it matter if I don't know it? If you just say a few more words and add a WeChat, you won't know it."

Shen Yanbing was also a little bit unexpected. He looked at Liming Yue twice and had to admit that the other party had such a charm.

The key seems to be easy to talk.

Although she also had many suitors at Jingcheng University, such open and bold strike-ups were rare - her temperament that she was not close to anyone was enough to dissuade most of them.

"How did you get back to them?"

"I didn't return." Limingyue looked at Shen Yanbing, "They are so strange."

"Puff!" Zhou Ying smiled even harder, "Well, my sister succeeded in hitting their fragile self-confidence."

Liming Yue frowned slightly, still looking at Shen Yanbing.

Shen Yanbing smiled: "You can also try to make friends."

Her Royal Highness is going to be independent after all.

"Just don't be fooled," she added.

Limingyue didn't answer, and looked down at the phone when someone sent her a WeChat message.

In a few days, it was true that she met someone to strike up a conversation, but no reply at all was false.

The layout of the library is complicated. Once she got lost while looking for the water room. Fortunately, she met a girl who took her to find the location.

The two seats approached, and their contact information was added when they left.

"Hey, are you free to have dinner together, a cafeteria."

She looked at the news that the other party had just sent, and refused without hesitation.

"It's okay to make an appointment next time." The girl Cheng Guoli then sent a cute emoji package, and Liming Yue also learned to return one-these are the emoji packages she picked up in the group chat in the studio.

Limingyue couldn't help but glanced at Shen Yanbing. Zhou Ying leaned her arm against the other's desk. Shen Yanbing pointed at the computer screen. The two were very close, discussing something.

Every time like this, Liming Moon, the only one sitting on the office sofa, feels far away from them.

Just like Shen Yanbing never used memes to talk to her WeChat.

As usual for dinner, the three of them go to the cafeteria to eat together, and occasionally go to the outside restaurant, mainly by Zhou Ying.

At the four-person table, Zhou Ying always faced Shen Yanbing. She sat next to Shen Yanbing and listened to the conversation quietly.

—— Mainly Zhou Ying said that gossip in the school and rumors in the industry are omnipresent.

Shen Yanbing admired her well-informed level, "You are really a stubborn talent to stay here."

"Hey, aren't you here." Zhou Ying waved his hand with a humble expression. "Speaking of so many people in your house, I don't believe you know less than me."

"It's not a circle anymore." Shen Yanbing chuckled, "There is nothing to say."

Zhou Ying also knew that she was very tight, and she usually listened to her babblings, and Shen Yanbing would correct a few words only if she was outrageous. Other jokes that were only innocent and elegant, she didn't take it to heart.

Zhou Ying stopped talking about these melons and looked at Liming Yue: "What will my sister do in the future? Are you going to study?"

Shen Yanbing was also talking about He Ye's rhetoric. Zhou Ying knew that her mother's family had many traditional scholars, and she had a great understanding of a distant sister who had not received popular education.

Limingyue raised her head and tilted her head: "I want to practice calligraphy and paint."

"Artist." Zhou Ying admired, earnestly, "Can this support myself?"

Liming Yue: "...should?"

Although she already has a certain understanding of modern calligraphy and the style of Chinese painting, she knows nothing when it comes to the market.

Shen Yanbing gave a light cough, and Zhou Ying patted his head, "It's okay sister, then tell me what you have drawn, and you will definitely join in."

"..." Shen Yanbing glanced at her, "I'm afraid you love money."

Zhou Ying was from a wealthy family and did not live on this salary at all. He was unwilling to hear that, "You look down on people."

"You look down on people." Shen Yanbing chuckled, "Her handwriting is still good."

Liming Yue received the praise outside and started the modest mode: "I am still a long way from it. If you don't mind, you can send a picture to sister Zhou Ying at that time."

With a cry of "Sister Zhou Ying", she almost choked on Shen Yanbing, while Zhou Ying was ecstatic: "Yes, talking about money hurts feelings. When the time comes, my sister will invite you to a big meal!"

Limingyue nodded shyly, smiling.

Shen Yanbing raised his brow slightly, and a subtle feeling passed through his heart.

Compared with the instructor, the head teacher still has a lot of free time. For example, there is no such thing as a night shift.

But Shen Yanbing is not idle either. After the school officially started, her condition was much tighter than that during the holidays, and she was much more lazy and restrained. Recently, she even ran to the gym in the community frequently in the evening.

——She used to go often, and only on vacation would she deliberately forget about it.

The gym is formal and equipped with all kinds of equipment, but Shen Yanbing usually just moves on a treadmill. He doesn't look for coaches and chats with people. He will come back on time when he arrives.

Limingyue doesn't like sports, and naturally it is difficult to understand the meaning of the gym. After going there once with Shen Yanbing, after satisfying her curiosity, she refused to step in.

"The people inside are very poorly dressed." Her Royal Highness was lying on the sofa with her long hair spreading over her bent knees, like a delicate and beautiful porcelain doll. "I don't like sweating."

Shen Yanbing was helpless, "You really moved too little. From now on, you will go downstairs for a walk every night and go around the community a few times."

Liming Yue reluctantly, "Okay."

"Don't be lazy." Shen Yanbing bounced her forehead naturally, "This is for your health."

Limingyue raised her head, her lips moved, and did not speak any more.

Shen Yanbing hasn't touched her so intimately for a long time.

But this kind of action made her feel short, like a child who hadn't grown up.

The Academy of Fine Arts at Bin University was not a challenge. Shen Yanbing found several professors from the Academy of Fine Arts, and finally obtained Liming Yue the qualifications to observe and use the studio.

Limingyue opened the newly bought schoolbag, put the used paintbrush in it, and put the schoolbag on his back for the first time.

Shen Yanbing helped her draw her long hair out of her back. Liming Yue felt the touch and fragrance of the other person's approach. The ends of her slightly curly hair swayed in her eyes, and she suddenly said, "I want to cut my hair."

"What?" Shen Yan Bing stopped, and then smiled, "Is it inconvenient?"

Limingyue picked up the red headband of Qixi Festival from the dressing table in the living room and tied a knot that was not very skilled to herself.

"It's too long." She gestured, her long hair was already faster than her hips, and she felt that most people were attracted to her because of the out-of-match long hair.

She has not seen anyone with hair as long as hers.

"You like it." Shen Yanbing doesn't think this is a big problem, "Just don't regret it."

Limingyue nodded, and saw the other party approaching again, and helped her untie the red headband and hair band, and tied a bow again, which was very beautiful.

"Okay." Shen Yanbing was satisfied, "you can go out."

Liming Yue was slightly in a daze, Shen Yanbing's beautiful technique seemed to be still in front of her eyes, and her soft and light touch affected her nerves - she suddenly remembered the first time the other party gave her long hair a bubble shampoo, and picked up a hairdryer to trouble her Scene of her long hair blow-dry.

She was a little reluctant to bear this long hair again.

The author has something to say: the plot is a bit messy, the tragedy of rushing to the draft.

I have time to refine, I love you.

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 232 bottles at the reception desk of the Civil Affairs Bureau (surprised, thank Ort

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