Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

The exhibition hall was brightly lit and empty, with long scrolls hung on the walls, and people who stopped taking photos or talking quietly, moving very slowly.

Limingyue walked briskly in the middle, looking at her phone from time to time, but Shen Yanbing did not reply.

Suddenly, someone patted her shoulder, Liming Yue turned her head, and Shen Yanbing was looking at her with a slight smile.

"Looking for me?"

Limingyue nodded, holding Shen Yanbing, "Where have you been?"

"Lounge." Shen Yanbing led her to the front hall, "Take you to the painting and calligraphy table."

Liming Yue pursed her lips, "Is Mr. Zheng also there?"

"Yes, he wants to see you." Shen Yanbing responded naturally and asked again, "Will you be nervous about writing on the spot?"

Limingyue is very nervous.

Her straight waist was a little stiff, "It's okay without a camera."

"There is no camera." Shen Yanbing gave her a reassurance pill, "Just talk casually, don't be nervous."

She patted Liming Yue's back, rubbed her shoulders with a smile, "Believe in yourself."

There were no people around, Liming Yue paused, opened his arms relaxedly, Shen Yanbing smiled and hugged her.

The two embraced, enjoying this moment of intimacy and comfort.

Hugs can give people strength, Liming Yue stood on tiptoe, and kissed Shen Yanbing's cheek a little, "Don't leave me too far."

Shen Yanbing stroked the long hair behind her, "Okay."

In the hall, several other famous calligraphers were standing at the table of the pen-opening ceremony, obviously showing their skills.

Mr. Zheng stood aside, looked at it cheerfully, and commented seriously.

Those who dared to show their hands in front of the eyes are undoubtedly skilled calligraphers. The few new stars next to them are eager to try, and obviously want to hear Mr. Zheng's comments. By the way, they have gained a wave of fame.

Probably Zheng Ke said hello. There are not many media in this film. Only the official Lanting reporters took pictures of the finished product and recorded comments after writing.

One person stepped down and the table was empty. Zheng Dexing saw Shen Yanbing who had just arrived, smiled, and beckoned to let Liming Yue come over.

Liming Yue looked calm, but the slight trembling of her little fingers betrayed her nervousness.

"Write whatever you want." Zheng Dexing had no pretensions at all, and thought for a while, "How about writing your name?"

This is naturally the best. Her name must have been practiced, and on this occasion, Zheng always deliberately helped her gain a reputation.

There were several pens in the pen holder. Liming Yue changed one, and the ink was polished in the best inkstone. She picked up the pen and wrote a rare cursive script.

With a wave of it, exile, and immediately attracted a lot of people to look over.

Zheng Dexing was also a little surprised, and then he laughed heartily, "The posterity is terrible! If it weren't for the writing, I really don't believe this is a little girl's character!"

Shen Yanbing saw it clearly, and was a little surprised. She hadn't seen Liming Yue's cursive signature yet. She was unique, indulgent, and admirable.

Many people took photos as a souvenir, Liming Yue put aside the pen and was very embarrassed to hear Zheng Lao's comment.

Jing Chao's calligraphy pays more attention to practicality. The regular script that she practiced with the current "book saint" is a must, and cursive script is purely based on the foundation.

This time, she knew that Zheng Lao prefers cursive script, but she actually took it easy.

When she left the desk, several calligraphers next to her chatted with her, apparently approving of her skills on the spot.

"Started practicing at the age of four? Enlightenment is early." The middle-aged man was a little surprised, and was even more emotional when he heard that, "I practice so many hours a day? By comparison, it is no wonder that the professional also has to bow to the wind."

Limingyue only smiled slightly, "The family members are more demanding."

The news that Lanting's new star Limingyue came from the hermit calligraphy family spread like wildfire.

Mr. Zheng looked at the cursive script on the desk carefully. Although Shen Yanbing had already mentioned the other party's preference for running script, he still wanted to give it a try.

He smiled at Liming Yue and asked in front of everyone, "Are you interested in following me to practice?"

The volume was not loud, but it attracted the attention of the entire hall without any surprise.

——Zheng Dexing has confiscated his apprentices for many years, and this time, I am afraid it is really a closed disciple.

Liming Yue was stunned, opened her mouth slightly, and quickly reacted and fell into entanglement.

Countless people stared at her closely, and even became anxious for her-a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, what can we do if we don't agree to Zheng Lao's repentance!

No calligrapher can refuse this temptation.

It is not only the mastery of calligraphy strength and style, but also the unimaginable connections and resources behind it.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Old Zheng still looked at her with a smile.

Liming Yue made up his mind.

The audience was in an uproar.

Shen Yanbing looked at her quietly, Liming Yue also looked at her, Shen Yanbing smiled and comforted her.

Old Zheng just sighed and smiled, "Let’s find your own style! It's not a big deal, the practice is personal--"

The discussion in the hall was much louder, and Liming Yue was truly famous.

The young stars who refused to accept the apprenticeship of Zheng Lao had different thoughts, but they all recalculated the weight of Liming Yue, and her confusing education experience and family background.

Zheng Dexing patted the young man on the shoulder, "Go, don't be impetuous."

Limingyue let go.

Elder Zheng seemed to have feelings, and then said: "Go on with Yan Bing."

After Liming Yue had a meal, he didn't expect the news of the Zheng family to spread so quickly, he was a little embarrassed, stepped down, walked to Shen Yanbing's side, and suddenly understood.

Elder Zheng deliberately chose to propose to accept her as a disciple on such occasions. It also means to create momentum if he wants to come.

Regardless of whether it is successful or not, Liming Yue is almost known to the entire calligraphy circle.

You can really learn a lot from the calligraphy exhibition. In the rest of the time, Liming Yue and Shen Yanbing wandered around and admired. There are many schools of modern calligraphy, each with its own merits, neat and symmetrical, and eclectic.

"I haven't seen this kind of writing yet." Limingyue was referring to a pair of elegant seal scripts. Shen Yanbing saw the original bird and insect seals clearly and laughed, "Aren't you chatting with people first? You can discuss more later." ."

Liming Yue pursed her lips and smiled, "It's not my style, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it."

Although she appreciates it, she has hardly tried Han Jinwen and thin gold body.

When dinner was approaching, Zheng Ke banqueted a group of guests and award-winning winners. Shen Yanbing couldn't help but had to follow them to the table.

"What am I doing this time?" Shen Yanbing sat beside Limingyue, laughing, "Are you family members?"

Taking advantage of the small number of people, Zheng Ke came over to press her back and scolded with a smile: "You know most of you who are here tonight. What's wrong with having a meal together?"

Although Shen Yanbing did not embark on the path of authentic calligraphy, he learned calligraphy in the past but learned from the best of many families and met many famous calligraphy masters.

After so many years, the number of people in the calligraphy world is still those who have barely moved.

During the banquet, the enthusiasm and the middle-aged men dominated the game, even the intellectuals in the literary and artistic circles, could not escape a word of alcohol.

When it comes to the top, I have to use pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write inscriptions, which is quite proud.

Liming Yue participated in a modern dinner for the first time. It was a bit cramped. Shen Yanbing was used to it and he could deal with it easily.

Someone served Limingyue wine, and Shen Yanbing smiled and replaced it with tea, "This is the new tea from Qishan."

Zheng Ke and Shen Yanbing, the girls who looked to grow up, were there. They didn't persuade them to drink, they laughed and talked about each other, and they chatted.

Although the circle is small, there are still not many opportunities to get together. Meeting old friends is indispensable.

Liming Yue sipped his tea and looked at Shen Yanbing, "The taste is very ordinary."

Her Royal Highness is extremely sensitive to such things.

Shen Yanbing smiled helplessly: "I made it casually."

The two of them looked at each other and laughed suddenly.

After the dinner, Zheng Ke finished his work and drove the two back to Shen's house, "Say hello to my auntie for me."

Zheng Ke drove heavily on the brakes, Liming Yue sat a little dizzy, helped Shen Yanbing to get out of the car, and walked into the house vainly.

The nanny has gone home, the living room is lit but there is no one.

The Shen family did not have the habit of watching TV. They had many rooms and did their own things without disturbing each other. After Shen's father was transferred to the capital, the house became even more deserted.

Shen Yanbing has become accustomed to such a life.

"Go upstairs." Shen Yanbing helped Liming Yue take off his coat, put on household slippers, and walked upstairs with his bag.

The suitcase has been put up in advance, coming and going in a hurry at noon, Liming Yue has not yet gone upstairs to see.

This is the place where Shen Yanbing grew up. This is the room she used to live during her school days.

Limingyue is looking forward to it.

In fact, it is more concise than the apartment in Ben Thanh.

Liming Yue was a little disappointed, "You have so few things."

The blank walls, the simple and orderly desks and books, the freshly cleaned floor and the new cushions, there is no smell of fireworks.

Shen Yanbing sat on the swivel chair, very naturally, "Too many things are inconvenient to take care of."

Liming Yue is a nostalgic person.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and Shen Yanbing sat on the chair, stretched her legs to her side, "If you have less things, you will have more space in your heart."

Limingyue put her palm on Shen Yanbing's calf and raised her eyes to look at her, "Then am I in your heart now?"

Shen Yanbing smiled, "Of course."

In the next second, Liming Yueqian leaned back on the swivel chair and kissed him.

Shen Yanbing grabbed her arm, kissed back passionately, and dropped her calf on the ground, slowly stood up, and crushed the person on the bed.

Limingyue could not help panting slightly, and Shen Yanbing brushed her forehead with her hand and kissed it little by little.

From the thin lips to the bridge of the nose, from the cheeks to the forehead, the eyebrows to the corners of the eyes, Liming Yue closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around her neck, enjoying this moment of joy, softly and numbly, making her breathless. Speak out.

Shen Yanbing smiled and raised his head and sat on both sides of her. His bent legs were moved by the other party. When he lowered his head, his nose could be heard, and gradually rushed. Liming Yue probed and kissed with dissatisfaction, his legs curled up around Shen Yanbing's waist, and he was about to turn over. Desire.

Shen Yanbing laughed low, kissed her forehead close to his relatives, raised his elbows and stood up, "It's time to take a bath."

Limingyue hugged the pillow, curled up, glanced at her bitterly, waited for people to close the door, stared at the ceiling, and smiled to herself.