Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

Limingyue wants to sleep with her.

Shen Yanbing did not directly agree, but only asked: "Did you sleep well recently?"

Limingyue hugged the sofa pillow and leaned her head on it, "The lower bunk is too cramped. I don't like the bed board above my head."

This is indeed a problem, Shen Yanbing did not expect to stay with her for so long.

"Our schedule may be different, I slept very late." Shen Yanbing proposed deliberately.

"It's okay, I won't disturb you." Liming Yue pretended not to understand her meaning.

Shen Yanbing had to sigh in his heart, "Bring your quilt over at that time."

Liming Yue jumped up happily, "I'll take a bath first!"

Shen Yanbing smiled off, went back to the study, opened his laptop, put on his glasses, and checked his email.

She has not yet confirmed whether to participate in the title of associate professor this time. The lecturer's qualifications are less than two years, but according to the original meaning of the college, this year's people are small, and her abilities are too outstanding.

But as soon as what happened after that, the voting was suspended.

The editor of the journal sent an email, and Shen Yanbing did not rush to reply after a quick scan.

The storm will always pass, and all she needs to do is to wait patiently.

Limingyue came out of the shower and saw the study door open. Shen Yanbing sat in the seat thoughtfully and knocked on the side of the door.

"Can I come in?" Liming Yue asked, she had hardly stepped into Shen Yanbing's private realm.

Shen Yanbing nodded, "Take off your shoes."

The study room is not big, with a solid square table in the middle, two large bookshelves on the wall, a bay window, a mountain of books on the floor, and a small blanket covering the legs that falls on the ground quite casually. Most of them come in barefoot, and home slippers are placed. At the door.

Liming Yue fell on tiptoe and walked to Shen Yanbing's side without a sound.

"Are you still working?" She bent over and saw the computer screen.

Shen Yanbing didn't avoid it, "No."

Limingyue frowned, looking at the huge headline in the densely packed fine print, "Refute you?"

Shen Yanbing smiled, stretched out his hand to pinch Liming Yue's cheek, "Don't care."

There is only one office swivel chair in the study. Liming Yue put her hands behind her back and looked at the words on the laptop carefully.

"Why do they criticize you?" Liming Yue asked dissatisfiedly, "So being a teacher would be scolded?"

This is very different from Jing Chao.

"There will always be people who disagree with you, whether it's your opinion or you." Shen Yanbing raised his head and didn't go any further, answering her second question, "I am not their teacher. But now the teacher is really not easy to be a teacher."

She turned her head to look at Limingyue and smiled, "Do you still want to be a teacher?"

Liming Yue said something else: "A lot of people scolded me before, but I didn't think I heard it."

"This time, I don't want to be scolded." Liming Yue looked down, "Why don't you agree to say things so badly?"

Shen Yanbing suddenly felt the melancholy of His Royal Highness Princess, as well as a strange feeling of being hurt by herself.

She sighed silently, holding Liming Yue's hanging hand behind her back, "Don't listen to them."

Shen Yanbing could not help feeling a moment of melancholy thinking about the career that Liming Yue would pursue in the future.

Art is a way more easily criticized than academics.

"If someone likes you, someone will hate you. The most important thing is to recognize yourself." Shen Yanbing tried to solve her. "Look at the Chinese painting of Teacher Liu Yu, it's a good one, but when it is put on the market, there are still some people who are picky. Peers criticize the pharaonic old school."

Liming Yue really didn't know, and was surprised, "Why?"

Shen Yanbing smiled and lifted his thin-rimmed glasses, "Art is subjective. Everyone has the right to appreciate it or not, whether it is an amateur or a professional."

"Including your calligraphy, I can appreciate the power and beauty in it, but some people may just look at it, and even can't tell the difference from others-this kind of people also exist in the Calligraphy Association."

Liming Yue frowned subconsciously, but stopped talking.

"Let’s put it this way, in Jingchao, you are surrounded by senior intellectuals who understand calligraphy and appreciation. They can all appreciate your talents, and because of your identity, not many people criticize you face to face, but in modern times, people who learn calligraphy There are also more people who dare to speak up, and the provocation sounds they hear will naturally increase."

Shen Yanbing turned the swivel chair and faced Liming Yue, "I said this is not to make you cater to them, but to calm your mind."

"Good works can stand the test, and those doubts will naturally disappear in time."

Liming Yue's hand was held in her palm by Shen Yanbing, squeezing it gently, soothing her nerves.

"I understand." Limingyue squatted down, leaned her arms on Shen Yanbing's knees, leaned her head, her voice was low.

Shen Yanbing touched her head, "We Mingyue will definitely become a great calligrapher and painter."

Limingyue also laughed, "Yeah."

That night, after washing up, Liming Yue carried her quilt into Shen Yanbing's bedroom.

"I won't go to bed until twelve o'clock." Shen Yanbing put his quilt aside and emphasized again, "Can you adapt to the light?"

"No problem." Liming Yue lay down peacefully. Seeing Shen Yanbing sitting and looking at the electronic paper book seriously, she quickly ignored her completely.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, staring at the ceiling.

Shen Yanbing replied: "Novel."

Limingyue turned sideways, looking at Shen Yanbing, "What novel?"

"A historical novel." Shen Yanbing replied, seeing the other party wriggling towards him, funny, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"...I want to read too." Liming Yue sat up, approached the other party, and read the page clearly.

Shen Yanbing put the electronic paper book a little bit in the middle, "I'm talking about characters from the Qin Dynasty, see if you can keep up."

"Yeah." Limingyue sat side by side with her, leaning against her without a gap. Shen Yanbing was reading fast, and Limingyue, who was not familiar with the plot, had to concentrate on keeping up with the rhythm of page turning.

Turning and turning, Liming Yue was distracted.

Despite being in modern times for so long, Her Royal Highness still has not been able to fully adapt to the life habits of night owls, and can't stand it after a while.

Shen Yanbing noticed the opponent's forbearing yawn early in the morning, and smiled in his heart, and it didn't take long for him to have a heavy head on his shoulders.

Liming Yue closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep.

Shen Yanbing hasn't turned the page for a long time.

Finally, she put down the electronic paper book and slowly put the person down.

Liming Yue squinted his eyes, the light was bright, and he reached out and put his hand on his eyelid naturally, wrapped in the quilt and turned over.

Shen Yanbing chuckled lightly and brushed her messy long hair out to make her more comfortable.

"Good night." She reached out to the bed, leaving only a small night light.

The air-conditioning sound was extremely slight, and the heavy curtains shielded the night view outside the bay window tightly, with no light and no sound coming in.

Shen Yanbing glanced at the phone, then lay down and closed his eyes.

This is the earliest time she has slept this year.

Sleep well all night.

In the early morning, Shen Yanbing woke up under the pressure of Liming Moon.

She returned to her senses, reluctantly moved Liming Yue's arm on her chest, and her calf got out of the entanglement of the opponent's feet.

Shen Yanbing got out of bed and got up, opened the curtains, the sky was faintly bright, and it was only after six o'clock when he touched the phone.

This is probably the first refreshing morning for her in so long.

She didn't know if it was Chenguang or the emptiness around her that awakened Liming Yue. She squinted slightly, buried her head in Shen Yanbing's quilt, and got up half-wake and half-dreamed for a while.

Last night, she fell asleep very late. Her Royal Highness's sleep was longer than ordinary modern people require.

She didn't immediately go out to wash, sat on the edge of the bed, frowning in a daze.

Shen Yanbing's bedroom is very simple, with bay windows, coat racks, bedside tables, and a space with white as the main color, as simple as Shen Yanbing.

Limingyue stepped barefoot on the cold floor and sat on the bay window. The air conditioner had been turned off, but the air-conditioning was still sufficient.

She remembered that when Shen Yanbing returned to Shacheng, she carefully came to this room and sat here in the same way.

At that time, she was upset by Xu Nuo's visit, but now everything has changed drastically.

Liming Yue finally woke up, stood up, folded the two thin quilts, and walked out of the bedroom door.

Shen Yanbing was actually making breakfast seriously.

"Good morning," she said, and Liming Yue returned, "Good morning."

"I won't eat frozen food today." Shen Yan put the noodles under the ice, not surprised by the appearance of Liming Yue, "have you washed it?"

Limingyue nodded, "You can put a little pepper."

"It's okay." Shen Yan said with a smile, she is a person who doesn't like spicy food, but the princess can't eat spicy food.

Both of them got up early today, and there was still some time before they left school. So Liming Yue made a pot of soy milk and sat at the desk, flipping through a book, and slowly waited.

She doesn't like to drink milk, nor does she agree with Shen Yanbing's drinking ice milk every morning.

Shen Yanbing brought out the two bowls of noodles, and the eggs were beaten directly into the soup pot, mixed with the noodles, and the egg white and egg yolk became all scraps.

"I learned this in junior high school." Shen Yanbing said with emotion, "At that time, my parents were often away from home and didn't want to go out, so they fumbled for noodles."

Memories are always easily beautified unconsciously. In fact, when Shen Yanbing was in junior high school, he most often cooked instant noodles. Pour the bagged noodles and seasonings he bought into the pot and ignite them until they were cooked. This is the routine operation of the young girl Shen Yanbing.

Liming Yue naturally didn't know, and his focus went off track: "Did your family be busy when you were young?"

"They have always been very busy." Shen Yanbing thought for a while, "After going to college, I usually can't contact them several times a month, and the relationship is getting colder and colder."

"Then how are your relationships?" Liming Yue couldn't help but explore her past life, "Aren't you lonely?"

Shen Yanbing smiled, "It's all okay."

Fortunately, she understands the career pursuit of her parents. Although there is not much contact, there are not many practical barriers. Ms. Zheng Man and Mr. Shen Tongzhou are both very open and tolerant people.

As for herself, she spent a pretty good childhood with her grandpa and cousin. On the contrary, she had a dull impression of adolescence, not lonely or rich.

Shen Yanbing told Liming Yue about his childhood memories, his cousin's teasing, grandpa's naughty, grandma's worry, fishing and catching shrimp in the country, Liming Yue was stunned.

"Isn't it interesting?" Shen Yanbing missed it very much, "I don't know what the countryside is like now."

Since the death of grandma, their family has rarely returned to their hometown.

Liming Yue paused his chopsticks, "Sounds not modern at all."

Shen Yanbing was amused and sighed, "You are right."

By the generation of Shen Yueran, he had no idea what the countryside was like, and it was hard to say whether it was a pity.

"When I was outside Jingchao's palace, I also had many partners." Liming Yue said, "but there are no ponds for children to fish in the capital, and there are no fruit trees and butterflies."

Later, some of her partners died and some were sold. People in the Prince's Mansion said that those people were not worthy of her company.

Slowly, she also went out less.

Shen Yanbing put down the dishes and looked at the depressed Princess, and reached out and flicked her forehead, "Let's plant some flowers on the balcony."

She looked at Liming Yue: "Plant the flowers you like."

Liming Yue refused, and Shen Yanbing was slightly surprised.

Immediately afterwards, the princess said seriously: "I want to grow vegetables."

Shen Yanbing smiled deep into his eyes: "Okay, I will accompany you."

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