Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

Liming Yue rarely sees in a daze.

"Homesick?" Shen Yanbing suddenly said.

She shook her head, still silent.

"It's only natural to be homesick." Shen Yanbing couldn't see the frowning face, turned the computer to her, "Let me show you the ancient folk life."

What she chose was a partial painting of "A Picture of Shanghe on the Qingming Festival". Although it is not the so-called "Jing Dynasty", it is full of ancient customs and charm.

Limingyue looked at this detailed picture of the people in surprise, and then she said aloud for a while, with a smile at the corner of her mouth: "It's not like Jing Chao."

"After all, it's not the same time and space."

Shen Yanbing smiled, "This is just a painting, modern and popular photography, which is exactly the same as a real person. I will give you a try."

After speaking, she raised her phone, turned on the built-in camera and pressed the shutter at her.

Limingyue looked at the phone pointed at her curiously.

Shen Yanbing was not very good at taking portraits, and his skills were fairly average, but Liming Yue was unexpectedly on the camera.

She looked over, saw herself, her eyes widened in surprise.

Shen Yanbing smiled: "How is it, does it look like?"

"Yeah." Liming Yue didn't know what to say, "It's exactly the same, and it's so fast."

After speaking, she thought for a while, "Like a person on the screen."

Shen Yanbing understood what she meant, and was pleased that the other party's analogy, "Yes, it's just that the TV is a video, it shoots coherent action, and the camera is like a portrait, it's a still picture."

Limingyue nodded, looking at the phone photo with nostalgia.

Shen Yanbing smiled: "You can wash it out later."

Liming Yue didn't understand what this meant, so she only nodded her head obediently.

Not long after the door rang, Shen Yanbing got up and opened the door, thanked the takeaway boy, and brought in the lunch.

She greeted Limingyue to come over while unpacking the bag.

Liming Yue sniffed the scent of the food, surprised: "Who was that just now?"

"Brother takeaway." Shen Yanbing opened the lunch box's hand, "I pay for the food, and they will deliver it, and then get my own payment from the platform."

"Money? Remuneration?"

Shen Yanbing explained, "You can understand it as ancient silver and copper coins, but we all use paper money and digital currency now. Remuneration is the money someone else gets after doing things."

Limingyue didn't understand the previous words very well, but at the moment, she was attracted by the fragrance all over her body and suppressed the problem.

Shen Yan's ice-cold is a bowl of rice for two people, and the side dishes are beef and greens drenched in sauce.

But Limingyue first eats white rice that doesn't stick to anything.

"It's so fragrant, is this really rice?"

They are plump, soft and delicious, with fragrance on the lips and teeth.

Shen Yanbing was surprised by this question and smiled: "Yes."

Thank science and technology, thank the people.

Limingyue was hungry a long time ago, scooped a piece of meat, chewed slowly, and jumped for joy: "What kind of dish is this?"

"Beef jerky."

"..." She did not speak suddenly, and after a few seconds, she asked, "Beef?"

After Shen Yanbing realized that cattle farming was an important labor force in ancient times—the consumption of beef was forbidden in most dynasties.

"Modern is different from Jing Dynasty." Shen Yanbing had to explain, "Beef is one of the most widely eaten meats. Nowadays, cattle are not used for farming. You can eat it with confidence."

Liming Yue said in a dumb manner that even though the beef slices were very fragrant, she was hesitant to try again.

Shen Yanbing was surprised that farm cattle were of high value in ancient times, and the law usually stipulated that they were not allowed to eat, but as far as she knew, there were not a few high-ranking officials who ate quickly.

The princess of Jingchao was different from what she had imagined.

But no matter what, you still have to eat.

"Beef has a high nutritional value. Eat a little bit. If you don't eat it, you can only throw it away."

Liming Yue frowned, "Throw it away?"

"Yes." Shen Yanbing deserved it naturally.

Although the Jing Dynasty was in its heyday, the palace adhered to the precepts of the ancestors and practiced frugality.

Liming Yuezheng said, "Although modern times are richer than I thought, frugality is the long-term solution."

After all, she picked up the beef in her box neatly and put it into each other's box piece by piece.

Shen Yanbing raised his eyebrows, a little surprised at her sudden boldness: "You are a diversion of contradiction."

Limingyue raised her head, her eyes curled, her thin lips straightened, "But I really don't want to eat cows."

Shen Yanbing looked away and coughed, "Don't eat if you don't want to eat it."

Liming Yue revealed a shallow pear vortex, "Yes."

The table was quiet, Liming Yue was also very focused on eating, Shen Yanbing swiped his phone, taking a few mouthfuls from time to time.

"What are you looking at?"

Limingyue hasn't seen anyone eat with one heart and two purposes.

Ever since she came into this world, the slap-slapped mobile phone has been stealing the spotlight all the time.

"News and information." Shen Yanbing pulled out his gaze on the phone, looking at Liming Yue, "In modern times, everyone has a mobile phone, and you will have it in the future."

She began to wonder how to hand her over to the police again.

It's not appropriate to keep it in her house all the time.

Limingyue looked at her, and then spoke after several seconds: "What is news?"

The word "information" at the back was too difficult for her, so she didn't even remember it.

Shen Yanbing explained to her laboriously that in ancient times there were small-scale printed miscellaneous newspapers, but the quality was low, and they were basically only circulated in the market.

She chose two easy-to-understand news to read to her as a preliminary way to understand modern times.

Sure enough, Liming Yue was stunned by the concepts of "foreign", "infrastructure" and "tourism", but she was not discouraged, but she was more eager to learn.

—Shen Yanbing was deeply moved by this spirit of seeking knowledge.

In the afternoon, Limingyue lay in front of the coffee table, watching documentaries, taking notes and practicing calligraphy with a gel pen.

She has a very good Chinese background, and now she has even guessed and understood a lot of simplified characters.

Shen Yanbing was not doing nothing. After checking Jingchao online, he found nothing.

She even tried to search for the keyword "travel through the ancients" in the input box, and the information she got was undoubtedly spam.

What matters right now is the issue of identity.

Shen Yanbing sighed, then asked how to register an adult who had no previous records, and the answers he got were all frustrating.

"How can I prove that her biological parents are Chinese and that she was born in China?"

Shen Yanbing said to himself and fell silent.

Let the police worry about it.

This idea has lingered so many times, it can be considered determined to practice.

Shen Yanbing found the nearest branch telephone number and dialed directly:

"Hello, Bincheng West District Police Station, please say!"

"I picked up a princess who claimed to be from ancient times last night. Now she knows nothing and does not have a household registration. What should I do?"

"...Sorry, can you repeat it?"

"I found a traverser, should I send it to the police station?"

"...Your family, I suggest they take you to a psychiatric or brain examination."

"I'm not kidding."

"Your behavior has seriously disrupted the normal work of the police station. Please don't make calls at will, otherwise you will be punished in accordance with the law."

"Du—" expected and reasonable.

"...You don't know what you have lost!" Shen Yanbing heard a hang up from the other side. Although he shouted a hard word, he was inexplicably relieved.

Fortunately, there is no real madness in this world.

Before she called, she also imagined whether she would be transferred to a special department for processing.

Life continues, and the problem will not disappear.

"Next time, I will take someone to the police directly." Shen Yanbing sighed, thinking of Liming Yue's learning speed, dressed in a modern dress, I'm afraid no one will believe her reason.

"What if I believe it? According to the current regulations, it is still impossible to solve the identity problem." Shen Yanbing feels overwhelmed by this key issue. Without a registered permanent residence, no identity, work and study cannot start, and everything is restricted.

Unable to think of a good way, Shen Yanbing had to put it behind his head and get up to business.

The so-called business is to review the final exam papers of the students, and then record the scores one by one.

Modern literature is considered unpopular, she now only takes courses with undergraduates, two or three classes a week, very easy.

Of course, it would be better if you don't need to write a paper on the subject.

As a young teacher who seems to have a limitless future, but whose actual academic pursuits are dying out, Shen Yanbing feels a little melancholy.

But the things that should be done are still to be done, such as returning to school to give students an emergency signature.

Shen Yanbing looked helplessly at the WeChat that the student had just sent.

Fortunately, the apartment was not far from the school, she sighed, got up and went into the bedroom to change clothes, and simply washed her face and put on lipstick to go out.

Limingyue paused the documentary and looked at her suddenly radiant.

"I want to go out temporarily." Shen Yanbing explained, hesitating whether to take the other party out to get in touch with modern society.

"Do you want to take a look outside?"

Liming Yue hesitated for two seconds and nodded.

"Then prepare to change clothes." Shen Yanbing didn't worry that she was at home alone, and went back to the bedroom to pull out a set of light green chiffon waist skirt and handed it to the other party.

Liming Yue went into the bathroom and quickly changed. When she came out, she was full of youth, quiet and graceful, and she looked like a modern little fairy.

Her arms were hanging down uncomfortably, Rumo's long hair was scattered because of the change just now, Shen Yanbing turned out a hairband, walked behind the opponent, gently stroked the hair with his fingers, and skillfully tied her a beautiful and playful one. High ponytail.

"Okay." Shen Yanbing said, Liming Yue looked at herself in the mirror, a little unrecognizable for a while.

"This is called a ponytail. Try it yourself in the future."

To be honest, this is also the only hairstyle that Shen Yanbing can tie, and a slightly more advanced ball head will not work at all.

Liming Yue tilted her head slightly: "Just go out like this?"

In Jingchao, this is just uncut, and it's no different from going out in single clothes. It's all dressed up with a secret smile.

Shen Yanbing's eyes fell on her feet, took a pair of long-distance Velcro sandals from the shoe cabinet, squatted down and taught her to put them on, "It's okay."

When she was ready, she picked up her shoulder bag, and while making sure to bring everything together, she emphasized to her, "No matter what you see later, you are not allowed to talk casually, and you are not allowed to do strange things."

"If you have any questions, write them down in your heart and come back and explain them later."

"Follow me, don't get lost, can it be done?"

Liming Yue nodded his head heavily, with a solemn expression, as if he was going to attend the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens: "It can be done."

Shen Yanbing smiled at her, and occasionally caught a glimpse of the broken hair on the other side's temples, and naturally brushed it behind her ears.

Limingyue blinked as she felt the approach of the other party.

Shen Yanbing regretted that he owed his hand and looked like a okay person, and said, "Let's go."