Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

Shacheng is located in the middle of the city. The temperature in winter is much lower than that of Bincheng, and it is much colder than Beijing.

Limingyue came here for the first time for the winter, and as soon as she landed out of the airport, she couldn't help but shivered from the cold, and her exhaled heat immediately condensed into fog.

Shen Yanbing went out to pick her up early, and when he saw someone, he closed her scarf, took the suitcase, and probed her cheek with gloves, smiling: "There is heating at home."

Liming Yue stomped a little, and the exhaled heat immediately condensed into mist: "It's cold."

Shen Yanbing led her into the car and arrived at the Shenjia Xiaolou just in time for dinner.

The next day was the New Year, and the streets and communities were lit up with lights and festoons, a festive red color.

Liming Yue was a little cautious when she entered the house and took her seat. All of her sons and daughters returned to Shacheng, and the place where they lived was also near. It was very lively when they gathered together.

Shen Yueran clamored to pick up Sister Li early in the morning, but now she was a little shy when she saw him, and only chuckled while holding the other's arm.

"Yueran seems to have grown taller." Liming Yue gestured and hugged her. Shen Yanbing looked over and teased: "It's a big one."

Shen Yueran made a face at her, "Smelly sister, I am not a big lobster."

"The little princess is here to open the present!"

On the other side, Shen Tongzhou, who came back from the capital yesterday, brought a lot of gift items and greeted the juniors to come and take a look.

Shen Yueran immediately jumped off the sofa, the bulky cotton-padded clothes did not affect her performance, and jumped into Shen Tongzhou's arms accurately, "Second Grandpa!"

"Ouch, little princess, are you fat?"

"I'm not a princess." Shen Yueran hummed, "I'm wearing too much!"

Shen Tongzhou smiled and responded, allowing her to unwrap each package indiscriminately, then turned and asked Shen Yuan: "Why hasn't your father returned?"

Shen Yuan's father is also Shen Tongzhou's elder brother, but the two brothers are too far away in their careers, one is academic and the other is business, and the daily ties are not close.

"They won't be returning until New Year's Eve, and they should be able to catch Yan Bing's birthday." Shen Yuan explained as he stopped Shen Yueran from spoiling the present, the packaging was torn so close to ruining the cards.

The living room on the first floor was noisy, and Deng Yan and Zheng Man showed their skills in the kitchen, and when they came out, a big meal was ready.

Limingyue greeted them one by one, it was not the first time that they met, and the general situation was clear, and she quickly let go of them and started chatting.

At this table, apart from Shen Yueran, only Shen Tongzhou did not know the origin of Liming Moon.

Zheng Man: "I received the clothes you sent. They are indeed lost craftsmanship-the patterns and styles are like those of the Tang Dynasty, and the master's level will not be lower than the second grade."

Limingyue smiled: "Auntie, don't hesitate to ask if you have any questions."

The two of them were close to each other, and they soon exchanged details about it. Liming Yue knew a lot about things in the palace, and the details were informative, and Shen Tongzhou was surprised at each other's historical literacy.

"I don't see the young age, he has a solid foundation!" He admired, and looked at Shen Yanbing again, "Don't be slack, look at Xiaoli."

A table of people laughed secretly, only Shen Yueran raised his hand in agreement: "Let's keep up with Sister Li!"

Everyone laughed, did not delve into it, and talked about it again, chatting about stories and trivia.

Limingyue liked the atmosphere of the dining table in Shen's house very much.

"It's very relaxing." She sat on the edge of the bed in Shen Yanbing's bedroom on the second floor, suddenly stretched out her arms and lay down, "So comfortable."

Shen Yanbing sat at the desk, the swivel chair turned to this side, and smiled: "You royal food is so rich."

"But it's boring." Liming Yue recalled, "Either one person eats it, or a lot of people don't speak."

Although there are many dishes, they are nothing more than eating.

Now Limingyue recalled this, and her sad mood was already very weak.

"It's all over." She looked at the modern pure white ceiling, put her foot on Shen Yanbing's thigh, and smiled, "It's fine now."

Shen Yanbing scratched her restless feet, and Liming Yue laughed and shrank to the bed, "No."

The gloom of the past is far away, and only that share is pure and permanent.

The next day in the new year, the Shen family all got up early, and the housekeeping aunt was on vacation during this period, and the family only had to clean and cook during this period. A large family was very busy.

Shen Tongzhou and Shen Yuan went to the old man Shen's place for a while, and when they came back they bought new year goods, and soon joined the dust-sweeping team.

"Why don't grandparents come back?" Shen Yueran was still waiting for Shen Yuan's parents to come back to bring her gifts, "They won't get lost, will they?"

Liming Yue touched her head, "Wait a few more days."

Because of the absence of these two, the Shen Yuan family felt that their villa was deserted, and they had been running here these days.

"The Spring Festival couplets are back!" Shen Tongzhou flipped through the large box of objects he just bought, and unfolded the red paper. "Is it going to be for the old man to write this year or to find Zheng Ke?"

Shen Yanbing came over, "Mingyue will do."

Shen Tongzhou just patted his head and remembered: "Xiao Li also learns calligraphy!"

He spread the spring couplet paper on the table, and Shen Yanbing went to the study room on the second floor to take a pen and ink, and asked, "Have you thought about what to write?"

Limingyue is very unfamiliar with this set. Jing Chao does not have the custom of pasting Spring Festival couplets and window grilles. While looking into the historical origins curiously, she touched the slightly frizzy Spring Festival couplets paper.

On the thick paper with gold borders printed on Dahong, Shen Yanbing handed her the brush, "I read, you write?"

Limingyue nodded, and what Shen Yanbing read was not a random search on the Internet, but a couplet specially written by Mr. Zheng a few days ago.

The hand starts to fall, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, the characters are fluent, Shen Tongzhou stares attentively, and when he finishes writing, he claps and claps, "Excellent!"

Shen Yanbing glanced at him helplessly. Shen Tongzhou was a typical Shen family in this respect and knew nothing about calligraphy and painting.

But this does not prevent Professor Shen Da from appreciating the praise, "You are young and full of momentum!"

Liming Yue laughed modestly and chatted with Professor Shen about the appreciation of calligraphy.

When the ink dries, Shen Tongzhou and Shen Yuan stuck to the front door together, and then turned out a large stack of red paper, "Didn't you say that you want to cut window grilles last year?"

It was Zheng Ke who said this last year. She felt that the plastic window grilles that were directly pasted were not soulless, but this year she went to her husband's house and could only come here soon on New Year's Eve.

Shen Yueran was very interested in these handmade gadgets, holding the children's paper-cutting knife, and cutting it out without asking.

The red square paper quickly turned into a pile of fragments.

Shen Yanbing: "...Do you know what to cut?"

"Huahua." Shen Yueran took it for granted. After talking about something, she turned to look at Limingyue, "Sister Li will do it?"

Sister Li certainly won't.

Liming Yue asked Shen Yanbing: "Will you?"

Shen Yanbing did, but he couldn't compete with Zheng Ke.

She took the scissors and paper, folded the engraved lines, and worked meticulously, which quickly took shape.

There are no overly cumbersome petals and no other decorations, just simple and refreshing arc window grilles.

Shen Yueran fiddled, paused for a few seconds, and raised his head: "It's ugly."

Shen Yanbing: "...Can you talk?"

In fact, what Shen Yueran wanted to express was crude and crude. However, because of his lack of vocabulary, he had to use the word "ugly" to travel the world.

Liming Yue laughed out loud, and Shen Yanbing raised her eyebrows: "No way, even you..."

"No." Liming Yue interrupted with a smile, "I think it looks pretty."

Shen Yanbing suspected that this was a girlfriend filter, and was skeptical, Liming Yue said again: "You can take it back and post it on my desk."

Shen Yanbing believed the other party's compliment and was humble: "That's not necessary."

The time of winter vacation is always amazingly fast. Liming Yue went to Shacheng with the Shen family and had dinner with other relatives and friends. It was the day before New Year's Eve inadvertently.

This day is Shen Yanbing's 29th birthday.

In addition to the Shen Yuan family who have been here these days, the Zheng Ke family and grandfathers also came, and Liming Yue couldn't help being nervous when facing this kind of battle for the first time.

She nestled in the bedroom upstairs and didn't want to go downstairs.

Shen Yanbing held back his smile, "You haven't seen them before."

Only a few elders have never met, mostly familiar faces.

Limingyue melancholy: "I'm afraid of bad performance."

"They are very curious about you." Shen Yanbing sat beside her, "Today is my birthday."

"Yeah." Liming Yue looked at her bitterly, "Happy birthday."

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and when she stepped into the early hours of this morning, Shen Yanbing was tossing her on the bed, while often asking her to repeat this blessing.

Liming Yue now thinks about it, and when she hears these words, her face can't help but panic.

Shen Yanbing poked her: "Where is my gift?"

Limingyue didn't look at her: "No."

"So you really forgot." Shen Yanbing's tone was disappointed, Liming Yue tilted her head, but saw her holding her cheek to look at herself with a smile.

Limingyue, don't turn your head, muffled: "Then satisfy your wish."

As she said, she put her hand on Shen Yanbing's palm, "Go downstairs with you."

Shen Yanbing took the opportunity, bent his knees, and kissed the back of her hand, "Thank you, Your Royal Highness."

The birthday process is not bad every year. The Shen and Zheng family don't like sweets very much. The cakes made to order are not big, mainly used to set off the atmosphere.

There is no such thing as blowing candles and singing birthday songs like Shen Yueran's birthday. As she grows older, the problem of her family teasing her becomes more and more realistic.

"Don't do it deliberately in the future, anyway, I will meet on New Year's Eve anyway." Shen Yanbing was helpless, holding Liming Yue's palm, looking at everyone, "I am a year older, so I don't need to remind me to run for three."

Zheng Ke trembled with a smile, "What can we do with you, you are the youngest sister of our generation!"

The two families are dead, cousins ​​have frequent exchanges, and the relationship is still close today.

"Now there is one more." Shen Yanbing embraced Liming Yue's shoulders with a smile, "Nineteen years old, every April 22nd birthday, don't forget a gift!"

Liming Yue was caught off guard and was pushed to the center of the topic, her face shy, Zheng Ke and Deng Yan responded with a smile, and the elders nodded one after another. Mr. Zheng laughed heartily: "You can count on another family member!"

It's not that there are many children and happiness. There are not many children in the two families, and Shen Yanbing is the only one of the younger generation. It is not a taste in the heart of the old man.

In the afternoon, Liming Yue stayed in the large living room on the first floor, chatting with the elderly for a while, playing with Shen Yueran for a while, and was very busy.

Shen Yanbing was afraid that she would be tired, so she stopped Limingyue coming out of the bathroom and asked, "Should I take a nap?"

Limingyue refused, looking at her ignorant look: "Everyone is still waiting, I will go first."

Shen Yanbing couldn't laugh or cry.

In the evening, as everyone left one after another, the small building of Shen's house slowly became deserted.

When Shen Yanbing went upstairs, Limingyue was fiddling with her desk. She knocked on the door and made a movement, approaching, Limingyue was already covered quickly.

"What are you doing?" Shen Yanbing looked at her with a smile.

Limingyue stood against the edge of the desk, with the back of his hand behind, and coughed slightly, "I didn't do anything."

Shen Yanbing smiled lightly: "My gift?"

Liming Yue's surprise flashed by, a little frustrated: "You know everything."

"You are too obvious." Shen Yanbing smiled, she didn't even believe that Liming Yuehui had not prepared any birthday presents.

You know, Shen Yueran and Zheng Man both spent their thoughts on their birthdays.

Limingyue finally moved away, allowing her to see the scroll in her hand.

Shen Yanbing slowly unfolded, and the calmness on his face gradually turned into stunning.

Rao made her have seen so many famous paintings, and this portrait was enough to amaze her.

On the snowy ground, a woman dressed in a red fur coat, cloak and cap to keep out the cold, stood outside the red wall of the palace with warm eyes.

Shen Yanbing was so familiar with that face—it turned out to be herself.

It seemed that she was born to be the woman under the ancient palace wall.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Liming Yue couldn't help but roll up the painting, but she was stopped by Shen Yanbing.

"I haven't seen enough." Shen Yanbing smiled.

Liming Yue let go and let go of her hanging heart: "I thought you didn't like it, and I was afraid of making mistakes when painting."

When she drew Shen Yanbing for the first time, she had the face of longing and thinking, but she always felt a little bit of charm when she wrote.

Later, she frequently dreamed in the capital. In the dream, Shen Yanbing wore a beautiful palace costume and walked side by side with her on the road of the palace wall in the snow of Jing Chao-so this painting was born.

But even the best paintings and photos are not as vivid as real people.

Limingyue raised her head, climbed up to Shen Yanbing's neck, her lips were close to her ears, and her nose was itchy.

She said: "Happy birthday to you."

At night, the wall lamp is ambiguous, and the fragrance floats. This is the birthday of Shen Yanbing's heart.

On the real New Year's Eve, Liming Yue was completely accustomed to the life of the Shen family, which was more regular than in Bencheng.

She even learned Tai Chi from Zheng Man and a lot of Chinese English with Shen Tongzhou.

Shen Yanbing was too happy, and shouted to Liming Yue, who was attending to the flowers and plants in the courtyard: "Happy New Year! (Happy New Year!

After dawn and moon, he realized that he would reply: "HappyNewYear!"

The pronunciation was unexpectedly standard. Shen Yanbing raised his eyebrows and moved in his heart, deliberately teasing her: "Willyoumarryme? (Will you marry me?

Liming Yue obviously didn't learn this sentence, and turned around, "Huh?"

Shen Yanbing smiled, without repeating it, but instead said: "It's cold outside, don't stay for too long."

The flowers and plants in the yard outside the small building of Shen's house had withered long ago, and there were overgrown weeds.

Limingyue is very concerned about these, and has been here since the day of sweeping the dust, looking forward to a few withered branches to re-germinate in spring.

Shen’s Xiaolou and Shen Yuan’s parents’ villa are in the same community. The two have always celebrated the New Year together, and they decide where to spend the night this year according to Mr. Shen’s ideas.

This year I chose to gather on Shen Tongzhou's side.

In the evening, the Shen family gathered and ate the New Year's Eve dinner together. The TV in the living room was on the Spring Festival Gala. The sound was not small and the lights were bright. Red lanterns and Spring Festival couplets were hung everywhere in the community.

Even the chill of Shacheng was dispelled a lot by the excitement.

Liming Yue sipped his meal, followed Zheng Man's words with brows and eyes, leaving one ear on the sound of the TV from time to time.

The prelude to the Spring Festival Gala has been kicked off, with singing and dancing shows appearing in turn, bright red tones dyed through the screen, and the whole country is celebrating the Spring Festival with joy.

Limingyue knew that she was going to keep the year old tonight, so she took a nap in the afternoon and sat quietly on the sofa in the living room after dinner.

She watched the show intently.

Shen Yanbing was infected by her seriousness, and it was rare to appreciate it seriously.

The parents of Shen had already set up a table on the side and brought mahjong that Shen Yuan had rubbed up for a few dollars, which was very grounded.

Shen Yueran had a rare peace of mind, sitting in front of the TV, just waiting to set off fireworks later.

"You can only play with fairy sticks." Deng Yan squatted down and confessed, "You can't set the Kongming lantern this year."

Shen Yueran prolonged his tone: "Good~"

With that, she crawled to Limingyue's side, "I want Sister Li to accompany me."

Limingyue smiled and said good.

The custom of keeping the year old in Shacheng was to open the door at zero o'clock, but before that time, Shen Yueran fell asleep.

Deng Yan covered her with a blanket and hugged her to the wide side of the sofa, "It's considered to be asleep."

Limingyue smiled, leaning on Shen Yanbing's shoulder and continuing to wait for the New Year's countdown.

At around 11:30 in the night, there was a sound of salutes outside. Shacheng did not completely ban the setting of fireworks and firecrackers. There was a demarcated fireworks display area on the other side of the square.

The surrounding area is empty, and you can also see the fireworks blooming from the window.

Colorful, gorgeous and colorful, the night sky slammed apart, little by little.

Limingyue followed Shen Yanbing upstairs, and she could see more clearly from the windows on the second floor.

With the sound of the salute, the streamer flashed up in the air, reflecting the stars, crashing down and reflecting on the retina.

Liming Yue looked a little confused.

Without closing the door, the countdown downstairs vaguely passed into the bedroom, Shen Yanbing glanced at the time, "New Year's Eve is about to come."

Limingyue reacted, listening to the sound, and then whispered: "Five, four, three, two--"

"one!"

Shen Yanbing read it together, and then shouted: "Happy New Year!"

Her eyes were deep, and the fireworks suddenly rose from the outside, shining brightly.

Liming Yue smiled: "Happy New Year."

Shen Yanbing took the two glasses on the table by the window and handed them to each other with a smile.

Liming Yue obediently took it, and was about to take a sip, but was lightly touched by Shen Yanbing's glass, and the wall of the glass made a crisp sound.

Liming Yue smiled, and then she held her hands again by Shen Yanbing, and then she intersected her hands, her eyes were facing each other, her head down tacitly, and a drink was made.

Substituting water for wine, we know that cooling and boiled water is the essence of life.

Limingyue pressed down her arm holding the glass, and quietly looked at Shen Yanbing. The two eyes suddenly met and smiled sharply.

Their encounter is a metaphysics that cannot be explained by science, but their love does not come out of thin air.

Liming Yue felt the throbbing in her heart not because of who she met first, but because the other party was Shen Yanbing.

She suddenly whispered Shen Yanbing's name.

Between Gu Pan, Shen Yanbing turned his head to look at her with a smile.

Tonight, the bright moon is high in the night sky, surrounded by the sound of gun salutes, and the host’s excitement speeches from downstairs. The two carefully squeezed each other in silent enthusiasm by the flame-lit window. His hands slowly clasped their fingers.

Outside the window, the wind was bleak, and the snowflakes fell suddenly.

All good things are on the way to come, the road is obstructive and long, but the future can be expected.

The author has something to say: the end of the text.

I thought about it before. This story is only about New Year’s Eve. Some readers may think it’s too fast and too hasty. This is because I didn’t write the outline and I didn’t deal with it properly. There was also a tight time at the end of the term. In short, thank you very much. Followed all the way, it is your subscription and comments that made me stick to it till now (Sahua)

After writing this article, there are gains and growth, and a lot of lessons have been learned. The daily flow is not easy to write. I am always worried about being dull and greasy and hypocritical. A lot of the content in the article seems to be a stroke, but there are actually behind it. Look up a lot of information, more than 3,000 words a day, not many but very exhausting. I didn't dare to miss a book review after it was sent out. I am very grateful for the suggestions and pointers. I have seen all of them, including the time to punch the card. Although there is no reply, I am really happy! Thank you again for your support, and look forward to your ratings and long comments after the official completion of this book!

Then there are the extraordinarily things. I will slowly fill in the things that are not explained. You can mention anything you want to see and try to be satisfied, but the time may be relatively late. You have to wait until the end of the long-distance song period in mid-July. , I hope to see everyone again.

Finally, please ask for the pre-collection of new articles. Because of various reasons, I did not bring them well in the early stage. Now I am very sad...The article is a system article in the entertainment industry. Rebirth text, pseudo orthopedics, will not be very lively.

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