Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

Liming Yue’s identity problem was completely resolved, and Shen Yanbing invited Shen Yuan’s family to dinner, and both sides talked about the time, and it was set for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Jing Chao also celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he will admire the moon and eat moon cakes." Liming Moon has counted a few days, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is not a few days away.

The publicity of the shopping mall outside started early, and moon cake lanterns, moon rabbits and laurel trees were all set up.

Limingyue asked Shen Yanbing: "Can you make a lantern?"

Shen Yanbing smiled and shook his head, "Do you like it?"

Limingyue then talked about the grand occasion of the Mid-Autumn Night of the Jing Dynasty, "The trees are mid-autumn, and the lanterns are much taller, with bells and colorful flags underneath them, and tile canopies and big trees everywhere are erected."

"Speaking of it, it looks like modern times." Shen Yanbing raised his elbow to look at her, "It is often in the city on holiday nights. A few years ago, Bincheng also held a lantern carnival and there were a lot of people."

Liming Yue said: "These are not made by myself."

Shen Yanbing gave her a funny look, but he understood her intentions, "Do you want to light a lantern?"

Liming Yue nodded.

Not a big deal, I took a walk to the outdoor handmade shop that night and quickly bought all the materials.

Liming Yue was a little disappointed, "The materials are so simple, just put them together."

This is a far cry from what she imagined to cast a lantern.

Shen Yanbing helplessly: "The modern trend is DIY."

"There is no reed strip, no knitting, no paper paste." Limingyue looked at her, "no soul."

"What you said must be at the level of intangible cultural heritage." Shen Yanbing laughed out of surprise, "You really can?"

Liming Yue's calligraphy is colorful, and his hands are too **** good, no matter where it seems to be going to weave reed strips-even the most skilled old artist will not be scratched by his fingers and bring out layers of injury.

"No." Liming Yue was not ashamed of being exposed, she was generous.

She mentioned it only on a whim, and she didn't expect Shen Yanbing to be so tricky.

But she still gained something else: "What is an intangible cultural heritage?"

Shen Yanbing wrote her full name, and Liming Yue searched it with her tablet, and quickly became addicted to it, unable to extricate herself from it.

——She saw many familiar but unfamiliar things.

Shen Yanbing saw that she would not be able to get out for a while, so she slowly assembled the lantern by herself.

I bought a round one, the colored paper is very thin, there are no extra patterns, and the style is not a complicated palace lantern or a diamond fan.

When choosing, Limingyue said that her favorite is the paper-pasted round lantern outside the palace, with only a few words inscribed, and it's inconspicuous when it is mentioned in the street during the festive season.

Shen Yanbing installed the electronic light and called Liming Yue, who was still watching, "What do you want to write?"

Limingyue only then probed, put down the tablet and sat over.

The thin colored paper was spread on the desk, Liming Yue's brush dipped in ink, and asked, "What do you write?"

"Increasing fortune and treasure, congratulations on getting rich." Shen Yanbing made a joke on her, and was angered.

Liming Yue thought for a while, the inscription——

"I hope people will last"

The second half of the title is in the other one: "A Thousand Miles Together Chanjuan"

The handwriting is beautiful and elegant, not much the same as her usual style.

When the ink was dry, Shen Yanbing carefully pasted it up, "You're done."

Limingyue squatted aside and watched quietly, with smiles all over her heart, and she reached out and slapped a palm together.

Over the weekend, Shen Yanbing's life is back on track, at the same time as Liming Moon, plain but not boring.

After the news of the first place in the Liming Yuebin University Calligraphy Exhibition came out, Cheng Guoli hugged her as soon as she saw her, "Can I hold your thigh in advance?"

She grinned, "I was defeated by an auditor who had never heard of it. The calligraphy major is so aggressive."

Limingyue spends most of the time in the studio, and has very little contact with people in other classes. He was a little surprised.

"People's next goal is the newly opened Lanting Exhibition, he can say it, you must not lose to him, get more momentum!"

Limingyue frowned upon hearing this, "I don't know anyone at all, and besides calligraphy, there is no such thing as winning or losing."

Although there are differences in writing skills and styles, Liming Yue's reading of words is more of an eyeball-this is not metaphysics, but the first instinct cultivated by years of immersion.

Limingyue talked about this with Shen Yanbing and Zhou Ying in the dining room, and both of them laughed.

"Is there still such a second-year middle school? The declarations have all come out." Zhou Ying laughed at the calligraphy master. "Artists are so crazy?"

Shen Yanbing chuckles: "Calligraphy is difficult to cultivate one's character and self-cultivation."

Liming Yue paused and glanced at her. "The classmate also said he wanted to attract my attention."

The two choked silently, and the air was quiet for a while.

"It's too naive." Zhou Ying broke the silence, speaking earnestly and earnestly, "Sister, don't split the eyes of such people."

Shen Yanbing just smiled and didn't care much, "Get ready for the Lanting Exhibition."

Liming Yue responded slowly and couldn't help but watch Shen Yanbing frequently.

The sky in Bincheng was gray again, and the sun that had been hanging for many days finally retreated, showing signs of rain.

On the way home, Zhou Ying left, and Liming Yue asked, "Don't you care?"

Shen Yanbing helplessly: "How do you think I should react?"

There was a drizzle of rain outside, and it fell on the car window, and the wiper did not move quickly.

Limingyue leaned her head against the car window and thought seriously, "Curious?"

"That's really a little bit." Shen Yanbing smiled, "But then I think about it, our bright moon is beautiful and strong, and our character is first-class. It's strange that no one likes it?"

Liming Yue received a wave of compliments caught off guard, her mouth was raised, her tone of voice restrained her upswing, pretending to be serious, "What if someone chases me?"

There was a red light on the road, Shen Yanbing smiled in his eyes and turned to look at her: "Isn't this something you should handle?"

After speaking, she was not satisfied with her answer, and said: "Help you to drive them away?"

"Bingo, you want to help me drive them away." Liming Yue faced her, and her index finger made a "check" in the void.

She lay on the backrest, watching the slow-moving traffic in front of her, with a brisk tone, "I will not accept it except you."

——This is the sincerity of Limingyue at the age of nineteen.

Shen Yanbing did not answer the call immediately.

She is twenty-eight this year, and it is no longer the age to easily confess and make promises.

She thinks more about life than love.

The relationship she had had was not too smooth, she started with courage and came to an end in one year.

Shen Yanbing had no illusions about one pair of people for life.

She likes Liming Yue, but she only stops at liking it. There are too many variables in the future.

When I got home, the pattering rain was heavy, colorful umbrellas caught my eye, and the car lights were on in the rain.

The two came out of the underground parking lot, and the elevator went upstairs without getting wet.

"Can't take a walk today." Liming Yue tilted her head to look at her, "It's suitable for sleeping on rainy days."

"Don't study anymore?" Shen Yanbing smiled. Her Royal Highness usually does either reading or practicing calligraphy at night.

Liming Yue has no psychological burden, "I have to relax occasionally."

Perhaps her staring gaze was too straightforward and bold, and Shen Yanbing felt a subtle pressure.

This pressure is at its greatest when Liming Moon comes to bed after taking a shower.

She hugged the pillow and asked Shen Yanbing angrily, "Why don't you touch me?"

Shen Yanbing flipped through the hand of the electronic paper book.

She already had a clear answer in her mind, but she didn't want to say it.

The room was quiet, and the rain outside was clearly audible.

Limingyue turned over and turned her back to her, "You always treat me as a little girl."

Shen Yanbing turned a page, helplessly, "I regard you as your Royal Highness."

Limingyue's head moved, as if smiling, she lowered her voice, "There is no princess in modern times, you said."

"Then who is next to me?" Shen Yanbing casually turned a page, obviously not looking into it.

Liming Yue squirmed and sat up, leaning his head on Shen Yanbing's curved knees, "It's Liming Yue."

The apricot eyes are bright, and the eyelashes are twinkling, directly into the heart.

Shen Yanbing deliberately ignored her.

Limingyue leaned forward, covering the electronic paper book with both hands, reluctantly: "Look at me."

Shen Yanbing put the electronic paper book on the bedside amusedly, "Look at you."

Limingyue was not enough, she reached out and took off her glasses, taking advantage of Shen Yanbing's stunnedness, she leaned forward and kissed her in the eyes.

Shen Yanbing subconsciously closed his eyes, left and right, shaking slightly, Liming Yue put her arms around her neck, her head against her head.

Limingyue sat on her.

Shen Yanbing opened his eyes.

She stroked Liming Yue's long hair, tidyed up the fine hair on the sideburns, and brushed her fingertips over the pinna.

The tips of Limingyue's ears were red, and her cheeks were also dyed thin red.

This is the limit of her initiative.

Shen Yanbing saw her embarrassment, hid her smile, reached out and touched her waist, and as expected, people shook and laughed.

Limingyue's head rested on her neck, complaining that she would not look up.

Shen Yanbing scratched again, and Liming Yue tried hard to hold back his smile, tears from the corners of his eyes, "itch."

She rubbed her neck with her head like revenge, raised her head without responding, her lips lingering upward, from the neckline to the chin to the earlobe.

Shen Yanbing stopped her movement.

She held Liming Yuehuan around her wrist, rolled over and pressed it down.

Liming Yuetou was steadily lying on the bed, her eyes dim, and two pear vortices appeared when she laughed.

Shen Yanbing kissed it down.

His lips and teeth intertwined, his movements were intense, his wrists slowly reached the palms of his hands, and his fingers clasped tightly.

While panting slightly, Liming Yue's palm was suddenly released. She heard the sound of Shen Yanbing's deep breathing, and heard the movement of getting up and going out.

She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling above her head, which was so wide and bright that it was dizzying.

The rain outside is getting louder and louder.

Shen Yanbing took out a glass of ice water from the refrigerator.

There was a faint sound of thunder outside, and the sound of rain suddenly became louder.

She put down the glass and sat at the table, regretting not having some wine for the first time.

Limingyue came out barefoot without a sound.

It was still the pajamas, and the neckline was a bit big. Shen Yanbing still remembered that this was an old dress that she picked out at random when she first arrived.

The messy hair was slightly curled, and a few strands fell from his chest, lowering his eyebrows and peeking at her.

Shen Yanbing was in awe of the trick he learned from nowhere.

Cute and sexy, it was the first time she saw these two words blend in the same person so perfectly.

However, she just coughed slightly: "Be careful of colds."

Shen Yanbing staggered and walked toward the study with ice water, with a natural expression, "Good night, go to bed early, don't wait for me."

Leaving Limingyue facing the closed study door.

The author has something to say: Your Royal Highness is so angry that she is rolling on the bed...

By the way, the pre-accepted copy has been fixed again, and my head is bald, so... I beg the cuties to collect as much as possible, it is very important to me (sigh