Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

A week's time is not long or short. A few days ago, Shen Yanbing felt that time was exceptionally slow. When there were more trivial things later, time passed away like an arrow.

Within a few days, Limingyue had already made friends with Mr. Zhang Qing, and formally worshipped Mr. Zhang and became a closed disciple of Mr. Zhang.

When Shen Yanbing received the news, he happened to be chatting with Zheng Ke. Hearing this, his hands on the keyboard paused, and he replied "OK".

Zheng Ke knew that he was a little surprised, and then smiled: "I thought it was a little white rabbit, but my ambition was not small."

Shen Yanbing replied: "It is a good thing to have ideals."

On the day Limingyue came back, Shen Yanbing drove to the airport to pick her up.

Waiting for someone outside, Liu Yu followed in the car, sighing: "Ms. Shen is still busy lately?"

Shen Yanbing is really busy recently, but smiled back: "It's okay."

"This trip is very rewarding." Liu Yu patted Liming Yue, "It's a pity that this trip is too short, and Master Zhang's guidance is limited."

Limingyue explained with a smile: "The teacher's mobile phone is so easy to use, we can use voice or video, and the teacher asked me to send him a few works every week."

Shen Yanbing was a little surprised. Her grandfather hardly used a smartphone and liked to communicate face-to-face in everything.

"That's pretty convenient." She replied, and Limingyue nodded happily.

Shen Yanbing sent Liu Yu home, only two of them were left in the carriage.

Limingyue glanced at the eyes in the reflector and leaned her head against the car window.

Shen Yanbing asked: "Have fun?"

"He Ye took me to a lot of places." Liming Yue replied, "She rented a house outside the school and was very free."

Just never mention the mood.

This trip was very rewarding, and Liming Yue also gained a lot of knowledge, but most of it was a learning mentality. Pure entertainment only made her feel empty.

If Shen Yanbing was there, she could laugh wantonly.

But Shen Yanbing would not want to hear this answer.

The traffic was moving slowly, and the street outside was a familiar scenery.

Shen Yanbing just glanced at her faintly, and did not answer any more.

That night, Limingyue cleaned the luggage for this round trip, folded Liu Yu's newly picked clothes for her into the closet, and hung the scrolls in the living room.

"Wrong." Shen Yanbing helped her adjust her position. The walls at home were very empty, but she never thought of decorating.

Liming Yue pursed her lips and smiled: "You can fill this place with my calligraphy and painting."

Shen Yanbing should be fine, bending his eyebrows: "When you become famous, these will be worth a thousand dollars."

The sunshine in Bincheng is much warmer than that in Beijing. There is a golden stream of light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Limingyue looked at Shen Yanbing, holding her hand on her face, her eyes moved slightly: "What about me?"

Shen Yanbing gently held her face with sincere eyes: "You are a priceless treasure."

A smile slowly appeared from the corner of Limingyue's mouth, and she tiptoed and kissed the other's lips.

In the silent breeze, the astringency and melancholy drifted away quietly, and the words that had been brewing on the cusp for a long time finally came out——

"I miss you so much."

Shen Yanbing leaned over to press the person on the sofa, hair scattered, tears flickered at the corner of Liming Yue's eyes, and was quickly licked and dried. The two were entangled in the autumn sun, only hating time for eternity.

That night, Shen Yanbing made a serious meal, and Liming Yue ate while sharing with her the things of the week. New friends, senior sister, teacher Liu’s student, He Ye’s boyfriend, and the most important Zhang Qing teacher.

"I'm a very open-minded old man, and he likes to surf the Internet very much." Liming Yue laughed, "He asked me to practice Chinese painting more."

Now there is an ink painting on the wall of the apartment, which is the result of Limingyue in Beijing.

"The teacher said that I learned quickly." Liming Yue was a little proud. "Senior sister said that I will catch up with her soon."

Shen Yanbing smiled: "Now that we believe in Bincheng, we all praise you sincerely?"

Limingyue glanced at her angrily, "This is different."

Recognition from peers that you admire is the most exciting.

Of course she was also happy with Shen Yanbing's praise - but they were two different kinds of joy.

Liming Yue's application for a member of the Calligraphy Association was quickly approved, and from then on, he can justifyly say that he is a calligrapher.

Bencheng University vacated a calligraphy and calligraphy room for her on the condition that a calligraphy class is given to the students of the Academy of Fine Arts every week, and the task is not difficult.

Limingyue was happy: "Am I a teacher too?"

Shen Yanbing did not defeat her interest, smiling: "Yes."

To be honest, Bin University abducted the future master of painting and calligraphy by relying on an empty classroom. It was really bullying Liming Yue's young age and insufficient qualifications, as well as his lack of space.

Any calligrapher of the same strength who is a little older will never make such an appointment.

Limingyue was only grateful to Bin University for allowing her to observe for half a semester.

Fortunately, the calligraphy class in the Academy of Fine Arts is easy to teach. Liming Yue is very interested in being a teacher and communicates smoothly with students of the same age.

In addition, the communication with Mr. Zhang Qing went smoothly. Liming Yue took pictures of her new landscape paintings. The paint and painting materials in the painting and calligraphy room were a bit messy, but she was completely forgetful and plunged into the feast.

She learned little by little the techniques of famous ancient masters. Teacher Zhang has done a lot of research in this area and almost taught each other. The two talked for a few hours.

If it weren't for the old gentlemen who couldn't face the screen for too long and couldn't see the details, they could still chat all day long.

Liming Yue grew up in the Prince’s Mansion since he was a child. The prince does not ask about political affairs. It is these art folks who visit most frequently at home. Talking about these, Zhang Qing and Limingyue are simply strangers who met in other places-modern times have deep research and understanding of these. There are fewer and fewer interested young people.

Shen Yanbing laughed that she was too sleepy and forgetful of food these days, even when she returned home, she was still in front of her desk.

Limingyue blinked to look at her: "You are also in the study every night."

Shen Yanbing was dumb, the two careers collided violently, and no one could say who.

However, she reminded Liming Yue, "Pay attention to your eyes, don't be nearsighted."

Limingyue looked up and Shen Yanbing was looking at her with glasses. Limingyue had always been a little curious about this object, "Many people wear it nowadays."

Shen Yanbing: "Because too many people in modern times use their eyes too much."

Liming Yue subconsciously wanted to rub her eyes, but she was held down by Shen Yanbing, "Close your eyes for a while, don't rub them."

Liming Yue had some marks on the side of her hand that had just finished writing, and she obediently let go of her hand.

She looked up at Shen Yanbing and closed her eyes.

Just after washing his hands, Shen Yanbing came out, simply put his hands together, rubbed the acupuncture points around her eyes, and did eye exercises again.

Limingyue relaxed her head on the back of the chair, and Shen Yanbing moved closer, with her legs bent and resting beside the chair.

The indoor temperature at night is just right, and the light of the newly bought headlights in front of the desk is just right.

Limingyue felt the other's movements and breathing, and the corners of her lips slightly curled up.

Shen Yanbing's hand stopped, "How do you feel?"

"Very comfortable." Liming Yue squinted slightly, holding Shen Yanbing's wrist and stretching her eyebrows, "I want to be more comfortable."

Shen Yanbing smiled.

She leaned over and kissed the forehead of the princess.

Limingyue resisted the sweetness blooming in her heart, rubbing her neck obediently, "You like me so much."

She squinted comfortably, Shen Yanbing's tenderness and pampering must be felt in her daily life, but once she touched it, her bones would melt.

——It is a feeling of being valued.

As Liming Yue's enthusiasm for painting and writing intensified, the home was soon filled with her masterpieces.

"It's just a study..." Liming Yue tried to explain, with a smile, "but it's all I like very much."

Only pick what you like and focus on the fleeting inspirations and magical pens. Therefore, most of the paintings and calligraphy hanging at home are semi-finished or "scrap manuscripts", often with only a few words and a few parts that will surprise everyone, but they are still posted in disregard. Home.

Shen Yanbing's originally empty living room was slowly surrounded by calligraphy and painting, strangely coordinating a kind of retro messy beauty.

The vegetables grown on the balcony outside have already spiky. Liming Yue has to go to see at least two times a day and count the green seedlings, "Today there are already twenty-three."

But she still couldn't tell whether it was green onion sprouts or garlic sprouts.

Shen Yanbing: "I can't eat it now anyway."

Liming Yue no longer struggled: "Yes."

Shen Yanbing was really busy during this time.

The reprint of the paper was beyond her expectation, and also beyond everyone's expectations. The drama that is being performed continuously in Beijing has also temporarily changed the lines to better adapt to the current orientation and deny historical nihilism.

Even Zheng Man deliberately called her for a chat, euphemistically reminding her of the art of verbal expression.

The truth of history is undoubtedly worthy of affirmation. There are also people who stand by the present and interpret the past. Although the times have changed, there are not a few people who have given new explanations to history.

It is difficult to tell right from wrong, standing at the top of the tide is easy to be overturned by big waves.

Shen Yanbing laughed, "I have a sense of measure."

It took a long time for Zheng Man to reply: "You have no sense of measure."

Try to be as close as possible to mothers and girls, but no one knows her better than Zheng Man in this respect. Shen Yanbing is a pure idealist, looking peaceful, but he is completely rebellious.

But Zheng Man didn't mean to discipline-past history has verified that this is not the way for the two to get along.

She changed the subject: "Liming Yue's dress, send it to me to see."

She was talking about the wedding dress of the princess when she came down. Shen Yanbing said, "I will send the last appraisal report together."

Liming Yue hadn't seen this suit for a long time, and when she first saw it, she felt like a world away.

"Does Auntie want to study?" she asked.

Shen Yanbing sealed them up, "Yes, she is currently doing research on clothing grading."

Liming Yue held his cheeks: "Should I get it to the laboratory? Will it be taken apart?"

Shen Yanbing looked up at her and smiled: "It's just observing. Now the detection technology is very high and it won't be damaged."

This suit is now Liming Yue’s only bond with another world, and Shen Yanbing naturally wants to preserve it properly.

"I'm just asking, it doesn't matter even if you lose it." Liming Yue pursed her lips, "Of course, it's still too bad, it's best to sell it."

However, Shen Yanbing suddenly raised the jeweled golden phoenix crown and put it upright on the head of Liming Moon.

"——How can the things of your Royal Highness go to the people."

The author has something to say: Patching: I finished writing and saving the manuscript this week, and the update should be completed in early July. I will wait until my final exam is over and then I will be able to mention it when I want to (try to be satisfied!

By the way, reporting on progress, the author of Lazy Cancer Procrastination has already written to Chapter 84.