Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

After New Year's Eve, the Spring Festival officially kicked off.

Most of the relatives of Shen and Zheng's family were in Shacheng. Liming Yue saw people coming and going all day long, and soon became familiar in front of everyone.

"Everyone likes you very much." Shen Yanbing brought a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of the coffee table, smiling with emotion.

Limingyue picked up the porcelain cup and replied softly: "Because they all like you."

That's why I was so polite and courteous to the first sighted Limingyue.

Shen Yanbing smiled lightly: "This is just a small reason."

She sat aside, touched the back of Liming Yue's hand, and the other party naturally passed the porcelain cup into her hand.

Warm, with the fragrance of tea.

Shen Yanbing turned the edge of the cup and took a sip.

The sun was shining outside the window, the snow of last night had disappeared, and there were withered grass branches in the flower bed, quiet and peaceful.

Shen's parents went to visit a friend's house, but they have not yet come back. There are only two juniors who have nothing to do at home.

In the evening, Shen Yanbing decided to take Limingyue to the movies.

There was a cinema near the community, and the time was not in a hurry, so the two walked around in the park.

The park is surrounded by a man-made lake with wooden bridges and classical pavilions. At this time, there are few people coming and going, and the journey is quite lonely.

Liming Yue withdrew half of her face into her scarf, her hand was held by Shen Yanbing, and put it into the other's down jacket pocket.

"Your hands are so cold." Liming Yue said as she held the opponent's palm loosely, and then held it tightly again.

Shen Yanbing smiled, "The temperature outside is too low."

The withered residual lotus in the middle of the lake floated, and the soles of the feet occasionally stepped on the fallen leaves, making a creaking sound. It is still early, the rare winter sun sets, and the sunset is gorgeous.

The two walked side by side, Liming Yue took Shen Yanbing's hand and moved closer.

The street lights were suddenly lit, the shadows on the ground became clear, and the blended figures were stretched slender.

Limingyue looked at it, as if he saw a scene of standing alone in the snow facing the moonlight in Jingchao.

The shadows at that time were far from being so sharp and clear, let alone so warm.

Her eyes condensed slightly, and the palm of her hand was suddenly scratched.

Shen Yanbing was watching her with a smile: "The movie is about to begin."

Limingyue answered well.

This is the country of China in the 21st century. She suddenly thought to herself, raising her head, the sun had completely disappeared, and it was dark all around.

Limingyue suddenly heard a familiar melody. She tilted her head, Shen Yanbing's eyes were bright, her thin lips pressed lightly, and she hummed the tune of Mingyue.

The two men raised their heads tacitly, then turned to look at each other, and laughed.

Not far away is the cinema. Shen Yanbing took the ticket, bought a handful of popcorn, and the two sat next to each other.

The two picked a New Year's Eve movie that was just released. It was beaming and had a high attendance rate. Shen Yanbing was facing the corridor, and the other side of Liming Moon was just vacant, forming a small space on its own.

The light soon went dark, Liming Yue collapsed somewhat restrainedly, and her legs moved to Shen Yanbing's side unconsciously.

There was still some noise around, Liming Yue turned her head and handed a handful of popcorn in front of her.

"Try it." Shen Yanbing smiled slightly, "take it easy."

Limingyue's fingers touched Shen Yanbing's palm, and she squeezed grains of popcorn, carefully holding it in her mouth.

Shen Yanbing chuckled lightly, and started chewing.

The tone of the New Year's film is mostly cheerful, the plot is simple, and it is usually a type that Shen Yanbing would not watch at all.

Limingyue watched seriously, only occasionally ate a few popcorns, and kept her eyes on the huge screen.

When the plot reached the point of laughter, the cinema burst out with low voices, Shen Yanbing's heart was like still water, and he was eating popcorn boredly. When Liming Yue laughed, the corners of his mouth slowly conjured up a smile.

It was close to nine o'clock when I was out of the cinema, and the moon was shining through the clouds and it was immaculate.

Limingyue held the bucket of unfinished popcorn and looked up and saw the bright moon.

"When will the bright moon come~" Shen Yanbing sang words in a low voice, and Liming Yue couldn't stop smiling anymore.

Shen Yanbing paused and said with a smile, Yan Yan said, "Is the moon in Jing Chao the same as the moon here?"

Liming Yue thought seriously: "It's not the same."

Seeing Shen Yanbing raising her eyebrows, she immediately changed her words: "Well, it's probably the same."

Shen Yanbing smiled and didn't delve into it: "You have to ask Qingtian to know this."

She doesn't doubt the origin of Liming Moon, but she still has a natural sense of distrust of all this happening.

As soon as the thunderstorm came, she was worried that Her Royal Highness would suddenly disappear, just like she suddenly appeared.

This mysterious mystery is her unspeakable haze and hidden worries.

Shen Yanbing couldn't help but look up at the sky. There was a lone moon wheel in the sky. There was no moon on the day of dawn.

She took a long breath, the white mist condensed, and the anxiety in her heart was slightly eased.

The Spring Festival was lively and short. Before the Lantern Festival, the Shen family gradually became deserted.

Liming Yue reluctantly flew to the capital, while Shen Yanbing returned to Bincheng alone.

Bincheng, with its warm spring flowers and bright sunshine, is really an ideal place to settle down compared to Shacheng or Beijing.

Shen Yanbing opened the door of the apartment, and the oncoming wall paintings made her feel lost for a while. The traces left by Liming Yue were everywhere, and she couldn't help sighing in her heart.

This sigh will soon end.

She put down the suitcase and slowly gathered up the room.

The transfer to Beijing University is a foregone conclusion, only to report to the capital after the Lantern Festival.

She couldn't talk about how happy she was, but there was a kind of fateful helplessness—wandering around, she still returned to where she was.

But the original place is not the same as the beginning, everything is quietly changing.

Shen Yanbing organized the room and cleared out a box of important items. When he was busy, he sat at the desk in the living room and began to simply organize the desk.

In normal times, she probably won't move Limingyue's things, but at this moment she is preparing to move, and she doesn't care about it.

Limingyue has no secrets that she can't show her.

Shen Yanbing chuckled in his heart, opened the drawer at random, flipped through a few notebooks for taking notes and practicing simplified Chinese, and was about to ask Liming Yue on WeChat if he needed to take it away, when he suddenly saw the rice paper underneath.

-Folded, slightly crude draft.

Shen Yanbing's curiosity was suspended, he hesitated for two seconds, stretched out the rice paper.

She understood it halfway through the opening.

—This is a draft full of Dangdang written "Shen Yanbing".

I don't know when it happened...Shen Yanbing smiled to himself, and the exhaustion of the pioneer was wiped out.

Each character is different, mainly in Xingkai, each has its own charm, which obviously injects a lot of emotions.

Shen Yanbing looked at it quietly, and after a long time he carefully folded it up and placed it in the box.

Finally, she looked around and saw the familiar calligraphy and painting, and the sour taste surged to her heart.

The sunshine of Bencheng couldn't hold her heart either.

Capital.

Zhang Qing is well-known in his fascination with calligraphy and calligraphy, and he has almost no rest. According to the master's understanding, calligraphy and calligraphy are his greatest comforting pastime.

As a result, the disciples under Master Zhang's school were more or less infected, and before the official start of school, they returned to the calligraphy and painting studio early and were busy.

Including dawn moon.

The slight difference is that Limingyue's enthusiasm is greater than that.

"Junior Sister, how are you preparing for the National Exhibition?"

Limingyue just finished writing, and replied without hiding: "One picture has been completed."

Her progress is not fast, nor is she confident, but the exhibition is very temperamental, and the temperament is in line with the film, and the result will naturally not be bad.

And Limingyue is the so-called "temperament" in Zhang Qing's mouth.

Liming Yue didn't stay too long, and it was almost time to return to the rented house. He Ye was busy with the gallery, and returned here early before the end of the year.

"Well, Mingyue, are you free on the weekend?"

He Ye hesitated a little and looked a little hesitant.

Liming Yue finished changing shoes and walked to the sofa, without immediately answering, "What's the matter?"

He Ye put his hands together and said, "Liu Panyou is coming, and I will have an official exhibition at the gallery that day."

Liming Yue was surprised and immediately said in surprise: "Congratulations!"

She also understood what the other party meant, "I can take care of it for you."

Liu Panyou is not a small person, and there is no risk of getting lost, but the girl's rebellious degree is breathtaking, and she may cause something to happen.

He Ye was so grateful that he immediately rushed to give her a bear hug. Fortunately, when he met Shen Yanbing's eyes two seconds before, he retreated his hand and shook his hand naturally, saying, "Thank you~"

Liming Yue smiled slightly: "Small things."

On Sunday, Limingyue made time to take a taxi alone to pick up people at the airport.

She asked Teacher Liu Yu in advance and got the regretful news that the other party hadn't come.

Liu Panyou's visit was purely for He Ye to play.

The pick-up went smoothly. Liu Panyou dragged her suitcase, her red hair was eye-catching, and Limingyue's long black hair reached her waist, which was obvious enough.

"so cold."

As soon as he left the airport, Liu Panyou trembled. Although he was prepared to keep out the cold, February in the capital was still difficult for the people of Bincheng to resist.

Limingyue buttoned her hoodie amusedly, "Go directly to the gallery?"

"Put things first." Liu Panyou shivered and exhaled, "Where do I live?"

She obviously didn't book a hotel when she asked.

Liming Yue helped her carry luggage, "Go to He Ye's house first."

This is exactly what this kid meant.

As soon as he got in the car, the heating was covered with chills, Liu Panyou's words quickly recovered, and he approached with a grin, and whispered: "I heard, you and Teacher Shen..."

Limingyue looked at her, her eyes pale.

"Okay." Liu Panyou muffled inexplicably, before turning to say, "Ms. Shen is not at home."

Originally, Liu Yu wanted to ask Shen Yanbing to send his daughter to the capital.

Liming Yue was obviously a little surprised, and quickly reacted, "She has had several academic conferences recently."

Since the Spring Festival, the contact between the two has only been online, focusing on the small talk before going to bed, and it has not been too sticky.

As for Shen Yanbing's transfer, she only knows a rough idea, but the specific situation is not clear.

The capital is not so easy to stay-the longer you stay in the capital and the more people you contact, the more clearly Liming Yue realizes this.

Liu Panyou swiped the phone while wearing headphones, unaware of the emotional changes of the people around him.

The house He Ye rented was not too big. Liu Panyou walked around awkwardly, and hurriedly pulled Limingyue to the gallery after he settled down in the master bedroom.

"...Do you know where it is?" Liming Yue panted slightly and loosened the scarf around her neck. "Slow down."

Liu Panyou's running figure slowed down and began to run on the spot, "It won't be cold anymore!"

Liming Yue: "...I'm not cold."

No matter what, Liu Panyou dragged her to a trot, passing the shopping mall and passing the flower shop, slowing down as if moving, "Today is Valentine's Day."

Liming Yue didn't feel anything, but later realized: "Really."

Fortunately, Liu Panyou didn't clamor to enter the flower shop. Liming Yue left the matter behind and could be regarded as entering the subway station with her.

On the road, Liu Panyou was a little bit noisy. He didn't care about the strangers who came and went around him. He held Limingyue in his arms and mumbled: "The house you rent is too small. Is it really comfortable to live in?"

"It's okay." After Limingyue replied, she calculated the rent, water and electricity bills in her heart, and her wallet, feeling that she was not qualified to dislike it.

Although she has made a lot of money by relying on her reputation in calligraphy and painting during this period, she has also taken some bonuses, but she has no plans to spend it for the time being.

When Shen Yanbing officially settled in Beijing, he would have to spend a lot of money.

Liu Panyou inexplicably understood the other party's intentions, and suddenly said: "Shen Yanbing has bought a house..."

Limingyue slowly turned her head to look at her, for a while, she didn't understand the meaning of the other party's words.

Liu Panyou touched his nose, "Well, it's nothing."

The subtle feeling circulated, but Liu Panyou shut up and obviously didn't intend to continue talking, Liming Yue thought secretly and didn't say much.

—The house in Bincheng Apartment was bought by Shen Yanbing, but Liu Panyou mentioned nothing like this.

When I arrived at the gallery, I was almost ready to eat. There were not many people in the gallery, but the quality was excellent, and I took a lot of attention.

Liu Pan has a lot of friends and things, after all, he has been influenced by art since he was a child, and he calmed down as soon as he entered the gallery.

If it weren't for the dazzling bright red hair, that serious and focused look would probably be mistaken for a literary girl.

He Ye came over to say hello to the two, before Liu Panyou stopped, he turned around and went inside to talk with others.

Liu Panyou was a little lost.

Limingyue rarely sees He Ye's finished paintings, and now she is also enthusiastically admiring them, moving slowly.

She quickly walked to the public part of the exhibition hall, and the flow of people separated even more.

Limingyue carefully looked at this watercolor painting, the blue sea and blue sky gleaming under the outline, making people happy to see, she couldn't help but close the scarf around her neck.

She walked slowly to the other one, which was an oil painting of a rose garden, with warm and colorful colors, so magnificent that refreshed one's heart.

Red rose.

Limingyue stared intently, lowered her head, and suddenly saw a red rose dripping with freshness.

She turned her head, I don't know when, Shen Yanbing was already standing next to her, windbreaker, boots, shoulder-length shawl and hair tucked behind her ears, the whole person was more fascinated than the rose in the painting.

Shen Yanbing smiled towards Liming Yue and suddenly said, "Happy Valentine's Day."

In the next moment, the rose without thorns was pinned to the pocket on Liming Yue's chest. It was lined with a red scarf and that white cheek, which was very charming.

Limingyue's lips moved, slowly returning to her senses, her eyes were surprisingly bright, and she replied, "Very happy."

—This was the first Valentine's Day they spent together, and it was also the beginning of a new life in Beijing.

The author has something to say: I’m sorry for being late. I haven’t been a writer for too long. I have to remember a lot of things again. I didn’t expect it to be delayed until now.

Please forgive me Orz