Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

Before going to bed at night, Shen Yueran ran into the guest bedroom, wanting to sleep with Liming Yue.

Shen Yanbing: "Are you going to abandon Rab?"

Shen Yueran looked embarrassed, "This is just one night, Rabu won't mind."

The Labrador at the back wagged its tail and looked at her with annoyance.

Shen Yueran: "Well, good night Sister Li."

Limingyue stood by the door and smiled, "Good night."

Shen Yanbing was about to close the door, Shen Yueran held it down, and finally, under the pressure of the other party, the little girl let go, "Good night, sister."

Liming Yue suppressed a smile, "She is so cute."

"Tricklers." Shen Yanbing replied, suddenly remembering something, "Do you like children?"

Limingyue understood the other party's meaning inexplicably, and returned quickly: "I like other people's children."

When she chose to be with Shen Yanbing, she was ready not to get married and have no children.

Shen Yanbing only smiled and said nothing.

When leaving the next day, Shen Yueran bid farewell to Liming Yue affectionately, cheerfully, "Can I see Sister Li next weekend?"

"Teach you to practice calligraphy." Limingyue smiled and bent over, and Shen Yueran wanted to hook her up, "Don't lie!"

It was cloudy outside, and there was a tendency to rain again immediately. Shen Yanbing looked at Liming Moon, who was still calming the children, stood outside the door and urged, and waited for the elevator to say, "I will not be peaceful on the weekends."

"Yueran is very sensible." Liming Yue said, "You have to be more patient."

Shen Yanbing was unbelievable: "I'm not patient with her yet?"

"It's okay, you just have to be patient with me." Liming Yue smiled at her and took her arm.

Shen Yanbing smiled helplessly. She admitted that she had no patience before, and she would just go alone in everything, but her mentality has become much calmer in the past few years.

Otherwise, on the first day Liming Moon appeared, she would directly send away this obvious big trouble.

Limingyue's head leaned in front of her, and Shen Yanbing smiled and pushed her hair that was not easy to press behind her ears.

The journey went smoothly. When I returned to the apartment in the West End, the rain gradually increased. The clothes on the balcony had long been recovered, and only the bamboo woven chairs were blowing in the wind and rain.

Liming Yue asked: "Can you grow things after this rain?"

The sun has been shining some time ago, and it is not suitable for planting.

"Yes." Shen Yanbing walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the balcony space, "but we haven't bought the vegetable trough and soil yet."

Liming Yue turned her head, her volume increased a little in surprise: "Buy soil?"

"Do you want to buy soil?" Liming Yue recalled the land under the plants and brick roads she had seen in modern times, and couldn't help frowning.

Shen Yanbing smiled, "If you are willing to carry a shovel and bucket to dig downstairs, you can."

Liming Yue: "...buy it."

However, before the planting mission began, Liming Yue fell ill.

Probably it was the cool breeze in the Mid-Autumn Festival night. I didn't care much after sneezing, and I didn't mention some headaches when I got up this morning.

Limingyue lay on the sofa, and Shen Yanbing glanced at the thermometer after the measurement, "I have a fever."

This is the first wind-cold fever in modern times since Limingyue.

Shen Yanbing's worries remained unabated, and asked a friend who was studying medicine vaguely. He still didn't dare to administer medicine without authorization, and sighed: "I should take you for an individual examination sooner."

She twisted the quilt for Limingyue and went to the kitchen to bring out the hot **** soup. Limingyue warmed her hands with the bowl and sipped it carefully.

"Dizzy?" Shen Yanbing asked.

Limingyue shook his head, "I just need to sleep."

Her voice was nasal, and it was a little hoarse, so she shut up and said nothing.

Shen Yanbing hesitated, but soaked her with a cold spirit, "Try it, drink it before going to sleep."

Limingyue obediently drank the sweet and bitter granules, wrapped her quilt, and lay on the sofa and closed her eyes.

Shen Yanbing felt a little relieved, and took the laptop from the study to the coffee table and worked on the side.

The sound of wind and rain outside was a little quieter.

Since the dawn of the moon, Shen Yanbing has always been sensitive to rain. For fear of a thunderstorm, the princess disappeared.

Her fingers slid flexibly on the touchpad, and the computer pages kept changing, a little uneasy.

The publisher’s deadline for manuscripts is still long, so you can release it first.

The list of associate professors in the College of Arts has also come out this time. There are three candidates and only one place. The materials submitted by Shen Yanbing are the most outstanding.

Her eyes flashed over the names of several other people, remembering that one of them was a disciple of the dean, and the other was the person who criticized her new paper the most in the school.

Shen Yanbing closed the website.

Zhou Ying also saw the news. WeChat sighed that one of them had also participated in a National Social Science Fund project led by the dean. Shen Yanbing paused, "I heard."

Last year, her youth fund declaration happened to hit this colleague, and the hospital gave him the number of posts she pushed. As a result, she was stuck at the provincial level and did not win the bid. Finally, she entered the dean's project.

"He doesn't matter. I don't believe it or not. He obviously doesn't have much ability. He drills the camp every day-after I heard that the assistant to the dean will be him by default."

Shen Yanbing didn't know this, but when he thought of the selection of deputy senior titles, his lips were slightly pursed.

"Please, won't you fight for it, but you have published an authoritative journal! Look at the academy that hasn't published an article in a few years!" Zhou Ying sent a string of emoticons, but Shen Yanbing was very calm, "It's okay."

She actually didn't have that deep obsession with the deputy senior title, and was more dissatisfied with the school's overly blatant operation.

Zhou Ying was still thinking about it, and finally concluded, "It's a pity that you stay in Bin University."

Shen Yanbing just laughed.

Her ideal ivory tower has long been a dream. Although the interpersonal relationship of Bin University is also troublesome, in her eyes, it is far less complicated than the capital city full of universities.

Although she is still constantly writing articles and reporting projects, there is no mandatory requirement above her head. If she does not go well, she can live as smartly as Zhou Ying. It is also in this environment that she can have time to write novel characters. Biography, all the way to the column publication.

In the same door she still has contact with, there are a lot of seniors and sisters who have been simmering in the capital and have lost their hair, and have begun to take antidepressant and anxiolytic drugs.

The rain outside stopped completely, and it felt like it was clearing.

Shen Yanbing turned his head, looking at Limingyue's sleeping face, there was a moment of tranquility in his heart.

The shadow of the painting and calligraphy circles is no higher than that of other academic circles. She put aside her laptop and meditated on the future path of Liming Yue in her heart.

——She has never been so fortunate that the Zheng family has a sufficient position in the industry.

If Liming Yue can enter Grandpa's door, he will face much less criticism and obstacles in the future.

She also thought of Ms. Zheng Man, who was quite authoritative in history. When she resolutely switched from history to Chinese, Ms. Zheng Man only said, "Go without regret."

Without that invisible halo, Shen Yanbing has been stumbling from the beginning to now independently publishing authoritative journal articles, and people around him no longer pay attention to deliberately arguing about her family background.

But her road to promotion is still bumpy.

Zhou Yinghui jokes that she doesn't know how to use resources. If she stays in the history department, the deputy Gao Zhenggao will definitely be unimpeded all the way.

Shen Yanbing did not refute, she knew that this was the truth-there was no need for Zheng Man to deliberately say or do anything, as long as Shen Yanbing was able to pass, people in the field were willing to give a little bit of face.

It's just that Shen Yanbing is unwilling.

But at this moment, she looked at Limingyue, hoping for the first time that she could protect the other party to walk smoothly on the road of painting and calligraphy, and not worry about dirty and injustice.

Shen Yanbing never knew that he could have such double standards.

She meditated quietly, staring at Liming Yue in a dream.

Limingyue's eyelids trembled slightly, the back of her hand was placed on her eyes, and she slowly woke up.

"Is it better?" Shen Yanbing took the warm water and handed it to her mouth, letting her drink slowly.

She reached out and probed Liming Yue's forehead, frowning, "Still burning?"

Limingyue's sleepy eyes are dim, her voice is low and hoarse, "Dizziness, body pain."

She lay weakly on the pillow, her face and skin slowly turning red.

Shen Yanbing was worried about the virus, and his heart immediately became suspended.

Liming Yue vaguely heard Shen Yanbing's phone call, and then she was lifted up, but she didn't have any strength in her legs, and she tried to open her eyes for a while and then closed tiredly.

Opening his eyes again, a white, completely unfamiliar environment, Liming Yue unconsciously grasped the bedding tightly, and quietly listened to the surrounding situation.

It's a hospital.

She suddenly jumped out of this place in her mind, the healing place, which she had seen on TV.

There is also a patient next to him, an elderly couple, and the grandfather guards the old woman and speaks in a low voice.

Limingyue opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, smelling the smell of disinfectant indoors, and couldn't help frowning.

Finally, the door opened and Shen Yanbing entered, followed by a young female doctor.

"Are you awake?" Shen Yanbing walked closer, seeing the normal-looking Liming Moon, and finally relieved.

Limingyue turned her head to ignore her, Shen Yanbing smiled, and squeezed her palm, "I've been out for a while to fill out the bill."

Limingyue turned her head and looked at her: "Am I sick?"

She has an instinctive rejection of such a ward and the smell of disinfectant water.

"Another infusion will be fine." Shen Yanbing touched her head. "Blood tests and flu tests have already been done, don't worry."

Liming Moon had a special origin. At first, Shen Yanbing only wanted to use Chinese medicine for treatment. However, the high fever could not be lowered, and finally made up his mind to get the hospital infusion, but antibiotics said nothing.

"You are all grown-ups. The immune system is too weak. You must pay attention to nutrition and exercise more." The female doctor interrupted, looking at the two close friends, and said with emotion, "You can be nervous even if you catch a cold. I really take it."

The doctor was obviously an acquaintance of Shen Yanbing, Liming Yue finally paid attention to him and smiled embarrassedly.

Shen Yanbing finally smiled, "Thank you very much for today, and treat me some other day."

If it weren't for the rush, she wouldn't find her old friends on purpose. Fortunately, there are vacant beds in the double room today.

"I have never seen you so anxious." Doctor Lin teased, then looked at Liming Yue, "It seems that the calmness in the past is just that you haven't met the right person."

Shen Yanbing smiled and scolded her, defending, "Can illness be the same as other things."

In a person's life, birth, old age, sickness and death are the top priorities.

Liming Yue is such a special person again, if she can deal with it calmly, she will not be calm but cold-blooded.

Liming Yue's lips were slightly pursed, and her exposed left hand was clasped with Shen Yanbing's fingers and pressed closely to each other.

Shen Yanbing turned his head to look at her, and smiled at her a little comfortingly.

Dr. Lin had already finished his duty, and he just came to visit for a few moments, confessed a few breaks at random, and left.

The curtains in the ward were pulled up and the lights were bright. Liming Yue looked at Shen Yanbing carefully and noticed that the hair ironed in the opposite direction was a bit messy, his complexion was tired, and his condition was obviously poor.

She glanced at the wall clock and realized that it was late at night.

Shen Yanbing still held her hand and sat beside the hospital bed without looking at the phone.

She was patiently guarding her Royal Highness the princess.

The author has something to say: Liming Yue: Just be patient with me.

Shen Yanbing smiled helplessly.

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Fuyacha and Yu Qingtang in the spider mountain were eaten by me for 1 bottle of buns;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!