Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

"Have you heard that someone will move into the Water Pavilion this day..."

"...No, no one has been here for a long time, I'm afraid it's not a new favorite."

"No! You can't guess, a princess has been raised outside the palace, but now she is coming back—"

Shen Yanbing gradually came to his senses, half-squinted at the dazzling sun, raised his hand and touched the slime bushes, suddenly his nerves stung, and he fell into nothingness chaotically.

Her ears were noisy, and in the darkness, the whistling wind blew her face and body, and also dispelled the phantoms around her.

"You... are... who..."

Shen Yanbing heard the sound coming intermittently, and instinctively wanted to grasp the ethereal voice, his brows frowned, his forehead slowly sweating.

——She opened her eyes suddenly.

She lay on the ground, lying outside.

Shen Yanbing reacted for the first time, surrounded by completely unfamiliar scenes, with red eaves and gardens, and a woman in an ancient court costume stood in front of him.

With her undergraduate major in history and years of family studies, she can see the value of the other party's materials and styles at a glance. The soft pearl satin and fragrant cloud yarn and the blue and white skirt show a slender figure. At a glance, she knows that the other party is not the maid of Gong'e.

After looking at his mind for only a second, Shen Yanbing raised his head laboriously, half-sit up, and the face of the backlit figure became clear.

She saw the other person's appearance clearly, clearly.

His eyes widened suddenly, and Shen Yanbing opened his mouth slightly, revisiting all this in an incredible way.

Fingers trembled slightly, with a painting style and atmosphere completely different from modern ones. She lowered her head and saw that she was still wearing the white pajamas before going to bed. The feeling of sitting on the mud was a little light, and she pinched herself without any obvious pain.

The familiar woman standing in front of her looked at her coldly, repeating without concern: "Who are you?"

Limingyue asked her who she was.

Shen Yanbing's thoughts were instantly clear, and he tried to overcome the soreness of his legs and feet, and stood up unsteadily.

She subconsciously patted the pajamas that were not stained with dust or leaves, and looked at Princess Zhaoyue, "My name is Shen Yanbing."

Her Royal Highness looked at this strangely dressed person, chewing on the name in her heart, frowning: "Shen...Bing?"

Shen Yanbing gave a chuckle, and suddenly understood his situation.

She said: "The princess just calls me Yanbing."

All the surrounding scenery is so real, and a little fuzzy like an illusion.

Only Liming Yue, who stood in front of her, could really see the luster of every hair and cloth.

Princess Zhaoyue is obviously not a self-acquaintance, and she is very wary of the strange and weird woman who suddenly appears here: "Why are you here?"

She entered the palace for the first time and just moved into Tianshui Pavilion. She was still a little uncomfortable with the things in the palace. She walked alone and saw the woman lying in the bushes and did not immediately recruit people.

Shen Yanbing looked at His Majesty the solemn but unconcealed young princess, and thought in his heart that he would not be more than sixteen years old now.

She thought a little, and replied: "I came from another world to find you."

Princess Zhaoyue stepped back subconsciously when she heard this, and suddenly laughed, "Oh?"

Limingyue doesn't believe in ghosts, but she cut off most of the hair inexplicably, and the strangely dressed people have a wonderful sense of intimacy. She tilted her head and amused: "Then why are you looking for me?"

Shen Yanbing looked at her, his eyes moved slightly, "Because you are my love."

spouse.

Limingyue stood quietly and smiled suddenly, "Really, but I don't have a lover."

Suddenly, she didn't want to say any more, turned around, left here regardless, and walked slowly into the house.

Shen Yanbing came to this world barefoot, and at this moment he could only chase Liming Yue's figure in his pajamas.

There was a maid who was cleaning passing by, and Shen Yanbing subconsciously wanted to cover herself, but found that it was inevitable to avoid it.

"Princess Wan'an." The passing maids bowed their heads, got Princess Zhaoyue nodded and left before continuing with the original thing.

Shen Yanbing was a short distance away from Zhaoyue. Before she could pass by, the maids stood up straight, and no one noticed this strange person.

Suddenly she realized something and stood still. There was wind blowing around, and the fallen leaves rolled up and floated to her feet, followed the wind and rolled across her feet to the other side.

Go through.

Shen Yanbing stood motionless, and after a while, quickly turned around and walked to the group of maids, no one could see her.

She tried to touch each other, but passed through strangely.

She is now like an invisible ghost, not transparent, but no one can see her, nor can she touch her.

But just...

She turned around and immediately followed Liming Moon, which was not walking fast.

"Why are you following me?" Liming Yue asked without looking back, and then suddenly stopped and looked ahead.

Shen Yanbing stopped at hand this time, very close.

She didn't delve into why Liming Yue could see her, she just wanted to know if she could touch her.

Her hand gradually approached the opponent's straight back--

Go through.

But Liming Yue seemed to feel something and turned around.

Shen Yanbing retracted his hand and answered her question: "You are the only meaning for me to be here."

Princess Zhaoyue looked at each other quietly, not joking or talking about each other, both of them were calm and serious.

She stared into Shen Yanbing's eyes and suddenly smiled: "Then you follow me."

——It went smoother than Shen Yanbing had expected. The other party didn't seem to be interested in her origins, nor was he afraid of it at all.

She followed the princess into the bedroom.

The interior was initially taken care of, simple and casual, but Liming Yue took a seat indifferently, opened a book, and flipped through it speechlessly.

Life in the ancient palace was dull and boring.

Shen Yanbing sat opposite her and looked at her with his arms supported. He didn't think of modern internet and entertainment. He was so light that he was about to float, and time flew by.

During the meal, the maid came forward to serve dishes, and Shen Yanbing sat on the stool, smiling happily.

Limingyue looked up at the maid, and then at Shen Yanbing, confirming that she was guessing, and said nothing.

She ate slowly, eating boringly alone.

Shen Yanbing asked her to chat: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Why are you afraid?" Limingyue picks up vegetables for herself, not looking at her.

Fortunately, the maid in the room has been sent away by her, so she will not be mistaken for talking to herself like the demon.

Princess Zhaoyue of Jingchao and Limingyue whom Shen Yanbing knew were not the same, which made her feel novel and made her want to get closer to understand this past.

She tried to touch the desktop, but none of them ended in failure, so she had to answer the question seriously, "I am not from this world, they can't see me, only you..."

"I am the meaning of your coming here." Liming Yue naturally answered, "This is what you said, so of course I want to see you."

Shen Yanbing couldn't refute, only smiled softly.

Princess Zhaoyue had very few items and not many people served, and the entire Tianshui Pavilion was extremely deserted.

Shen Yanbing only knew that Liming Yue was the princess who returned to the palace, but she never heard any details.

For example, the earliest isolation and neglect.

According to the rituals of the Jing Dynasty, the princess had to ask the queen and the queen mother every day. Tianshui Pavilion was located in a remote location. In order to invite good morning, Liming Yue just got up when she arrived at Mao. After breakfast, she walked towards the strange palace wall under the guidance of the maid.

Shen Yanbing felt that time was passing fast, and she was sitting at the table in Limingyue's bedroom at night, only feeling that it was dawn in a short while.

The palace was already awake at this time, and the people passing through were constantly. Seeing this princess Zhaoyue, they all silently retreated to the palace wall and bowed their heads.

Shen Yanbing followed behind him, still in his pajamas, walking barefoot effortlessly.

Limingyue only put on lip makeup, her face was fair, her hairpins were simple, she wore a swaying dress, but it was a pity that she didn't have much smile on her face.

"Do you like the queen?" Shen Yanbing asked casually, thinking that only she could hear her. "If you like it, you nod, and if you don't like it, you shook your head."

She was completely exhausted and bored before asking these questions.

Princess Zhaoyue obviously didn't intend to answer this overly straightforward question.

This person who appeared inexplicably dressed strangely and said inexplicable things. She thought that these hallucinations would disappear when she woke up when she fell asleep, but she didn't want this person to talk more.

Like a ghost in a legend.

But she was not afraid.

When her mother died, she was lying next to the cold person and was buried that day. She looked at the dead body and thought, if it really had a soul.

She doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but only at that moment, she hopes to have such a ghost to accompany her.

The ghost that is unique to her that no one else can see.

Shen Yanbing looked at Liming Yue's wrinkled smiling face and suddenly smiled: "Aren't you curious where I came from?"

Princess Zhaoyue walked with a dignified attitude, without nodding or shaking her head, as if she hadn't heard the other party's words.

Shen Yanbing paused, and when he could only see his back, he walked forward and wanted to meet the opponent, but he still passed through strangely.

Liming Yue did not stop this time, and continued to walk forward.

Standing in place, Shen Yanbing sighed slowly.

Princess Zhaoyue waited for a long time outside the Queen's Hall, went in to say goodnight to the "Mother Queen", and then went to the Queen Mother's Palace, where she stayed for a long time.

She sat on a stool, her eyes lowered, listening to the teachings of this noble grandmother, after writing the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the grand palace lady, she quietly copied Buddhism for the Queen Mother.

Liming Yue raised her eyes occasionally, her eyelashes curled down, and she glanced at Shen Yanbing who was sitting opposite her.

The incompatible white pajamas and bare feet are even more rude.

But only she can see it.

Shen Yanbing just followed her like this, occasionally walking away alone, wandering around the palace, and when she came back, Limingyue didn't ask her what she had done.

Back to Tianshui Pavilion, during dinner, Shen Yanbing sat very close to Liming Moon.

She asked: "Does the princess have no friends?"

Liming Yue paused the chopsticks, glanced at the maid beside her, and signaled that the other party could leave.

But she still didn't answer Shen Yanbing's question.

Princess Zhaoyue of Jingchao was much more silent than Limingyue of modern times.

Shen Yanbing moved a little, stretched out his hand, trying to touch the opponent's wrist, but was avoided.

She looked up at her and smiled: "I can't touch you."

Liming Yue bowed his head, "That's not okay."

She is too sensitive to all physical contact.

Shen Yanbing did not force it.

In the evening, Limingyue took a bath, and the maid prepared the tub for ironing. Shen Yanbing did not get close, but stood outside through the screen, smiling and saying, "The first time I saw you, I was in the bathtub."

Limingyue quietly sank her body into the water, revealing only one head, her long hair covered with water, dripping wet.

"Aren't you curious about my clothes, this is pajamas, which I wear when I go to bed after bathing."

Shen Yanbing was not chattering, but he couldn't stand the dullness and loneliness all day long, and talked as much as he wanted in this other world.

Liming Yue whispered after hearing the words: "There is no curiosity."

The maid on the side approached, and did not hear the other party clearly, so she had to reply: "Princess?"

Liming Yue tilted her head, remembering the presence of the maid beside her, hugging her chest: "Go out."

The maid went out in response.

She looked at the figure outside the screen, Shen Yanbing seemed to be tired, and sat down as if silently guarding her.

Bathing in ancient times was a big troublesome project. Even the royal family was not as comfortable and convenient as modern ordinary people in this matter.

Shen Yanbing looked at Liming Yue’s long wet hair, wringed out the water, and dried it out, sitting beside her with emotion: "There is no hair dryer..."

Princess Zhaoyue gave her a strange look.

That night, Shen Yanbing leaned on the edge of the bed to sleep, and Liming Yue raised no objections.

She tossed and turned on the bed, and she turned her head to see the "ghost" sitting aside, feeling incredible.

If it is an illusion, it is too real.

It's not transparent, it's a real person, and the skin and clothing can be seen clearly.

But it just couldn't be touched.

I didn't want to touch it.

Liming Yue said in his heart, draping the quilt up, covering the lower half of his face.

A little bit curious, she closed her eyes and didn't trust this plain sense of intimacy.

Days pass by.

The life in the palace has not changed much, the flowers in the imperial garden have faded and new varieties are blooming, and Princess Zhaoyue is nothing but a familiar face in the harem.

The empress had no children under her knees, and the emperor passed Zhaoyue under her name, and the royal family finally had a legitimate blood line.

But above Princess Zhaoyue, there is an emperor brother, and an emperor brother and an emperor sister below.

Limingyue did not reveal anything extraordinary.

Shen Yanbing often talked to her, only a few dozen sentences a day, but it was enough for Liming Yue to slowly understand that other world.

She often pretends not to care and doesn't take the initiative to ask, but Shen Yanbing can always follow her heart to speak.

What is the Internet, what is democracy, and what is a well-off society.

She picked up the pen, and the four books and five classics she copied were smudged by ink stains that took too long to write, and another page was ruined.

The confidant maid on the side caringly asked: "Why does the princess wander off?"

Princess Zhaoyue looked down: "Nothing."

Shen Yanbing rarely mentioned the relationship between the two.

But one day, Princess Zhaoyue suddenly asked: "Does she like you very much?"

After getting along for so long, she had subconsciously believed that there was a dawn moon in another world, but she still didn't think it was herself.

Shen Yanbing stared at her, eyes deep and serious, before he said for a long time: "Yes."

Liming Yue smiled rarely, "You also like her very much."

Shen Yanbing suddenly felt his heart empty, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the opponent's wrist, but unsurprisingly shook it.

Her throat was stagnant, and she frowned, "She is you, and I like you."

Shen Yanbing rarely complained so straightforwardly, and it was always too difficult for her to speak.

But when the love is strong, it is natural to blurt out smoothly.

She retracted her hand and added firmly: "You are Liming Moon."

Princess Zhaoyue looked down and did not answer any more.

After a while, the corners of her mouth opened up with a shallow arc.

The inner surface of Jingchao's palace was calm, but the dark tide was raging.

Shen Yanbing looked at Liming Yue, who was calmly grinding and practicing calligraphy, and felt strange and familiar.

She sat aside and asked, "Have you decided?"

Liming Yue nodded slightly and did not ignore her.

She copied the character and started to admire herself, "This is my opportunity."

Shen Yanbing held his cheeks, looked out the window of Xuan, the sky had sunk.

The Jing Dynasty had only lasted for several generations, and it was when the political situation was clear and bright. The emperor did not have much ambition and could not be regarded as mediocre.

The royal prince secretly guided the political affairs and did not arouse the emperor's suspicion, on the contrary, he became a lot of dissatisfaction with the queen's mother's family.

Shen Yanbing silently watched the communication between Limingyue and the spy of the Prince's Mansion, only assessing the risks in his heart.

This is the first half of Liming Moon's life.

Their daily communication is simple and casual, and the only constant is the "good night" before going to bed.

Shen Yanbing has been in this world for half a year.

She is familiar with every expression and movement of Liming Yue, and she can easily penetrate the hearts of the people in the palace.

But she still stayed in Tianshui Pavilion, never far away.

Limingyue once asked her: "How long will you stay here?"

It is difficult for Shen Yanbing to answer this question-it depends on how long this strange state can be maintained.

Maybe tomorrow, she will return to the real modern world.

She tried to explain to Liming Yue, but the other party didn't want to pay attention to these reasons, and only whispered: "So, you don't know."

Shen Yanbing really didn't know, but she believed that when that day came, she would feel it.

"I won't leave without saying goodbye." She promised.

Limingyue only smiled at her.

The winter of this year was very cold, Tianshui Pavilion was detained with charcoal by the people under the Ministry of Internal Affairs. After the queen mother "accidentally" learned about it, the little **** took the initiative to kneel outside Tianshui Pavilion the next day.

Please settle down, the emperor was so yin and yang strange, Liming Yue only lowered his head to listen, and did not turn his head back when he left.

Shen Yanbing asked: "Are you going to tear your face with her?"

Princess Zhaoyue "lost": "What did I do?"

Shen Yanbing smiled. Naturally, the other party's thoughts and tricks couldn't be concealed from the one who looked at her every day.

It started to snow in Jingchao, and the red wall reflected the white snow, and the thick layer of auspiciousness and inconvenience was inconvenient.

Princess Zhaoyue is not very interested in snow scenes.

She looked out the window, warmed her hands a little, and then started to practice writing again, and then she retracted into the soup woman when her hands were cold and red.

The learning conditions in ancient times were harsh, and Liming Yue endured hardship without letting up.

She remembered the book saint news that the Prince's Mansion had brought her, and she must seize this opportunity.

Shen Yanbing sat by the window and looked outside.

She was still in the thin pajamas, she couldn't feel the temperature, nor could she touch the snowflakes.

Liming Yueluo saw the out-of-fit ghost in his pen, and felt cold subconsciously, but later realized that the other party was not a real person of flesh and blood.

No need to keep warm, and no need to feel distressed.

She let out a sigh of relief at her closed fist, exuberant.

Standing on the veranda, Shen Yanbing looked at the red plum in the snow in the garden. The world was empty and the world was far away.

She didn't feel bored, this time passed by like water, and the speed at which she passed was not in line with reality.

In the blink of an eye, it is the snow of the day, and the blink of an eye is the light in the night.

She saw Limingyue offering handwritten blessings to the emperor and seeing her being allowed to enter the Imperial College amidst the emperor's cheerful laughter.

Everything seems to be developing in a good direction.

The concubines in the harem also respected Princess Zhaoyue. She spent more and more time in the Queen's Palace, and the time in the Queen's Palace was only within the scope of etiquette requirements.

Occasionally, a dull person tried to provoke a fight between the two, but they all failed in Princess Zhaoyue's initiative to give in.

The queen squinted her eyes: "Zhaoyue has always been a good daughter in this palace."

Everyone said yes.

Spring was almost over, and Shen Yanbing seriously looked at a flower in the imperial garden.

The maid of Tianshui Pavilion is strange that Princess Zhaoyue always goes out recently, taking a walk in the imperial garden from time to time.

Shen Yanbing was also strange, "Are you not busy lately?"

Limingyue shifted her gaze from her to the pink petals of that branch, and the bird jumped briskly from this branch to the other side.

"The flowers are beautiful," she said.

After speaking, she moved forward, trying to fold it down, put her hand on the twig, and then dropped again.

Shen Yanbing looked at her.

Princess Zhaoyue looked at her and smiled suddenly: "The branch is the most beautiful, right."

The bird jumped back in front of the pink flower, and whispered.

Shen Yanbing smiled: "Perhaps."

Flower blooming and declining is the law of the world, no matter how much you take care of on the branches, you can't escape the fate of withering and declining.

On the other side of the imperial garden, the emperor looked at Zhaoyue who wanted to fold, and sighed at the **** beside him, "Zhaoyue really looks like her mother."

No one dared to answer this.

After that, Shen Yanbing rarely went to the Imperial Garden again.

She vaguely knew that Liming Yue was the Tianshui Pavilion that came out of her frequently.

She didn't say it, but Shen Yanbing knew that she was brooding about things that she might leave at any time.

The death of Limingyue's birth mother was so sudden.

Unlike the rumored gossip in the palace, Limingyue was not born of an oiran dancer outside the palace, but a daughter of the only surnamed Prince's Mansion in Jing Dynasty.

This is what Shen Yanbing guessed and confirmed during the exploration for more than half a year.

Born to be prominent, this should have been the confidence of Liming Yue, but it happened-the daughter of the Prince's Mansion at that time was already a married woman.

The emperor knew that he was wrong, and since then he has broken his relationship with others, doing nothing but simple and easy.

However, Limingyue’s nominal father only knew that he was wearing a green hat, and he didn’t know the secrets of it. He saw that it was going to cause trouble. In order to protect the face of his sister and the emperor, the prince was decently violent in less than a year. Killed and buried.

These were gradually blurred in the memory of the young Liming Moon. At that time, she didn't even have the surname of the eye-catching "Li", only "Mingyue" as the name.

She is a young lady liked by everyone in the Prince's Mansion and a witness to the tragedy of her birth mother.

Everyone is forcing her to grow up. The prince has high hopes for this niece and has taught her the princess' etiquette since she was a child, so that she can remember her identity.

Entering the palace with 笄笄 is a predestined step in the adult game.

They said that only by going to the palace, to the peak of power, can you get happiness.

Those vague concepts are meaningless, and the sixteen years she has spent have been so dull and numb.

Everyone cares about her, but few people really care about her.

She escaped from the palace and wandered outside. Once she was born again and again, the prince quietly followed her from stopping to sending people. Everything about the people made her feel novel and compassionate.

But such days are so short, her identity and her class are the original sin.

Mingyue obediently returned to the Prince's Mansion.

After that, the mother who had been embracing her body leaned against the bed, closed her eyes slowly, and never woke up again.

Sad, but no tears.

She, who had never received much maternal love, knelt on the head of the bed, holding her cold hand, speechless.

Her warm blood seemed to freeze, her heart beat slowly, and people became cold.

She didn't know what love was, but at that moment, she was reluctant to bear her mother.

It turns out that sometimes, even if you don't do anything, the existence of that person is deep enough to penetrate her bones.

Shen Yanbing was speechless for a long time.

She pieced together these scattered fragments for a long time before she managed to restore a reasonable fact.

She asked Limingyue whether her guess was correct.

Liming Yue only quickened his pace without refuting it.

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, reincarnation is reincarnation.

Shen Yanbing was already very familiar with the world, and he could casually point out the root cause of the malpractice in many of the political issues he heard in the Hall of Yangxin.

Whenever she talks about these, Princess Zhaoyue always listens very seriously, reminding her of Limingyue, who loves to take notes in modern times.

The current Princess Zhaoyue was already a big red in front of the emperor.

Even the queen who doesn't like her the most in the palace must be polite.

Seeing that she was more and more able to judge the time and the situation, to speculate on people's hearts, Shen Yanbing became more and more fond of turning around and talking, her face was kind, but inside she was cold and withdrawn.

Princess Zhaoyue crushed the prince in the Imperial College, and began to frequent the Hall of Yangxin.

Shen Yanbing heard the concubines in the palace teasing behind his back: "His Royal Highness, is it going to go to court in the next step, right?"

She relayed this as a joke to Liming Yue, but the other party was silent and solemn: "Why not?"

Shen Yanbing reduced his smile and asked, "Do you want to be scolded by later generations?"

Limingyue looked up at her, chuckled, "You didn't say that before."

Shen Yanbing looked at her in a daze, bowed his head, and touched his forehead with his palms, as if he had encountered a great problem.

Limingyue's ambition gradually revealed, and the emperor was not wary, but appreciated it.

The Prince's Mansion supported Princess Zhaoyue's prestige without leaving a trace, causing the eldest prince to worry.

Inside the palace, the eldest prince stopped Limingyue's way and smiled generously: "The daughter's house must look like a daughter's house. Now that the emperor sister is like this, how can a man dare to marry you?"

Limingyue had no intention of entangled with him, and chuckled: "Thank you, Brother Huang, for your concern, but I recently heard that the state of Sister-in-law is not very good."

She insinuated a few words, and saw that the other person's face was not worried, and she walked away indifferently.

Shen Yanbing has been by her side, mentioning her least favorite topic: "The queen mother is also helping you find someone."

Limingyue is almost eighteen, and she is already considered an older leftover girl in Jingchao.

But Limingyue just sneered - she only showed her emotions so bluntly when there was no one, only in front of Shen Yanbing.

"I won't be satisfied." Princess Zhaoyue replied, and brought this sentence to everyone who tried to introduce her.

Dissatisfied, no man can make her heart-stirring.

They were just a bunch of straw bags that even she couldn't match. She looked at the portrait sent by the Queen Mother and couldn't bear to look closely.

The new mother emphasized: "Your Royal Highness, you must choose one."

Limingyue held her face, turned it casually, and glanced up at Shen Yanbing in front of her.

"What are your thoughts?" She said, the mother thought to ask her, and immediately introduced what the queen mother meant.

Shen Yanbing said, "You don't like it."

Limingyue smiled and looked at the affectionate mother: "I don't like it."

The pile of portraits was returned again.

There was a secret message from the Prince's Mansion that Liming Yue opened up and read it and lit it in front of the candle.

Shen Yanbing watched quietly.

Within a few days, the queen mother and the queen summoned her together. That afternoon, the emperor in the Hall of Yangxin asked her what kind of husband-in-law she wanted.

Shen Yanbing seemed to feel something, and he didn't follow her out all day, letting her deal with it freely.

Princess Zhaoyue is not a person who is fettered by emotions, she has more ambitious ideals and ambitions.

She knows how to compromise, and she knows how to bow her head.

Shen Yanbing soon knew that Princess Zhaoyue and the queen's nephew had made a kiss.

She smiled and congratulated Her Royal Highness, but she didn't get any response.

For several days, Liming Yue didn't say a word with Shen Yanbing, it was the same as when she did not exist.

Shen Yanbing didn't have the embarrassment of putting a hot face on Leng's ass. He still spoke without a word, and the other party asked and answered himself if he didn't reply.

In the midsummer of this year, the political affairs in North Korea caused a wave of unrest.

There are more and more people suffering from heatstroke under the scorching heat, let alone the number of people who died in the corvee. The drought in the north has caused frequent disaster relief, and turbulence has already occurred in many places.

However, the DPRK and the Central Government have always refused to reduce taxes and are vague about disaster relief. Liming Yue’s speech at the Hall of Yangxin was interrupted many times by officials, and he was labelled “no vision”.

She silently listened to the opinions of everyone, and only felt that the ministers were infinitely miserable.

How could the emperor inside the palace wall believe in the existence of purgatory on earth.

When Limingyue was outside the palace, he had come into contact with too many people-the people at the roots of the imperial city were like this, and it was unimaginable in other places.

When she came out, she looked up at the shining sun, feeling dizzy and sultry.

Princess Zhaoyue wrote to the Prince's Mansion, trying to save some of the afterglow in this "prosperous age".

The prince simply rejected her request.

"Your Majesty doesn't want to hear this, you are not allowed to get rid of the mold."

No one is telling the truth, and no one can prove that they are telling the truth.

She thought of the memorials and the painstaking words she could come into contact with, all being weighed down by many good news and saliva.

Looking at Shen Yanbing by the window, Limingyue finally broke the silence that had been so long, and for the first time proactively said: "What should I do?"

Shen Yanbing couldn't answer her either.

Princess Zhaoyue lowered her head in despair: "The ministers all know, but they are full of their own pockets, and no one can pierce them."

Shen Yanbing looked at her, in a daze, seeing the scene where she drank poisonous alcohol, his heart suddenly tightened, and his breathing was choked.

She looked at Princess Zhaoyue and remained silent for a long time.

In the summer when Princess Zhaoyue was eighteen years old, the emperor said something serious for the first time and was sent out of the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart.

I don't know how many people are applauding.

Limingyue looked at Shen Yanbing, meditating in her heart, compromising and retreating.

A few days later, Princess Zhaoyue received the favor of the Holy Supreme again, and gave the jewelry gold that made the whole palace jealous as a dowry, and rebuilt the princess mansion.

This is a marriage that has nothing to do with her, and she hasn't even seen the quasi-hospitality.

Princess Zhaoyue silently agreed, thanking Your Majesty for her grace.

In Tianshui Pavilion, Limingyue stroked the boxes of jewelry gold, Wulan's face gradually turned to sorrow.

The moonlight outside the window fell, and the streamer fell on the golden jewelry, reflecting the dazzling light.

She looked at the barefoot woman in the white pajamas and whispered softly: "How much food can these be exchanged for..."

How many households can live for a whole year?

She dared not explore the answer.

Shen Yanbing approached her, reaching out to brush her quiet tears, but still had nothing to do.

Liming Yue felt the penetration of the opponent's body and smiled reluctantly.

The emperor was beaming with joy and urged the construction of the princess mansion, but Princess Zhaoyue offered to use the house that had been bought earlier outside the palace as a wedding room.

The queen mother and the crowd naturally liked to hear about it, and teased her that she couldn't wait to even build a mansion.

Limingyue just smiled, "Now is not a good time to build a mansion, let's talk about it later."

How dare she allow them to mobilize human and financial resources in this difficult time.

Many ice cubes were placed in the palace. Tianshui Pavilion, as the residence of Princess Zhaoyue, naturally received a great deal of preferential treatment.

Limingyue practiced his calligraphy unhurriedly in such an environment.

She needs to deliberately remind herself not to think about the people outside the palace.

Thinking about it this way, her steady brushstrokes turned crooked, leaving an ugly ink stain.

The maid was deported by her to rest. She sat at the table alone and asked, "Is it the same in the other world?"

Shen Yanbing replied: "No."

She described a modern scene, and Liming Yue was eager to hear it, and finally sighed: "It's still a little unbelievable..."

Shen Yanbing touched her head, but didn't touch anything.

Days are approaching the big wedding day, and the Queen Mother seems to be afraid that she will repent, and can't wait to set the date in the nearest calendar.

The dress rushed to work, and the mother asked her what style she liked, and Princess Zhaoyue could return.

"Just keep it simple, don't make it difficult for the embroiderer." She added, making the mother laugh.

Limingyue lay on the bed of Tianshui Pavilion, looked at the curtain on the top, and said, "I'm going to get married."

Shen Yanbing said nothing, but she knew that the other party was listening to her.

She continued: "With people I don't like."

Shen Yanbing sat beside her bed.

Limingyue felt the other party leaning over and stretched out her hand to brush her hair. Although there was no movement, she knew that Shen Yanbing did just that.

She showed a sad smile.

Shen Yanbing's fingers touched her lips without any touch, but Liming Yue closed her eyes.

She could feel the softness and softness, and Shen Yanbing kissed her.

The glittering tears from the corners of his eyes flowed to both sides, and he touched it with his fingers, still unstoppable.

Passionate.

On the day of Princess Zhaoyue’s wedding, there was a festive red everywhere.

Liming Yue was dressed up by a group of people early in the morning, put on makeup and buns, a heavy golden phoenix crown with jewels, and a golden embroidered hazel, a light pendant with jade, dazzling brilliance.

Shen Yanbing sat on the stool beside her, watching earnestly.

In the brass mirror, only Princess Zhaoyue was reflected.

Shen Yanbing didn't speak, and Liming Yue didn't say anything. The two looked at each other silently and silently.

It's like the end.

As time passed, the two seemed to feel a little bit, and they looked up at the sky as they stepped out of the room.

There is no shining sun in the past, it is dull, and the rain is about to come.

She had never met the consort who had not met several times. She was stiff and mechanical, as if the soul had gone out of her body, and the one in the suit was nothing more than a puppet.

Princess Zhaoyue was sent into the bridal chamber.

She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, knowing that Shen Yanbing must be by her side.

"Let's all go out." She told the maids who were carrying the plates to leave.

Slowly pulling off Hipa, she saw the decoration of the room in front of her clearly, but did not see Shen Yanbing.

Her hand dropped, and Hippa slipped to the ground and no one cared.

Liming Yue looked at all of this suddenly, and suddenly felt extremely ridiculous, "Is it worth it?"

What is the purpose of her step by step? Even deliberately still come to this step.

The outside of the room was lively and noisy, but further afield, corpses were everywhere.

——They were the people of Jing Dynasty, and they were also the bricks that built the walls of this Dynasty.

She could not change anything.

A sense of powerlessness struck her, eroding her shaky faith.

She suddenly shouted: "Shen Yanbing!"

This is the first time she has called out this name since they first met.

Shen Yanbing suddenly appeared in this room, slowly appearing like smearing.

She looked at Limingyue, her eyes gleaming like water: "I'm sorry, I am leaving."

This is her feeling and reality.

She can no longer be revealed in this world at all times, and there is always the risk of complete annihilation.

Liming Yue fixedly looked at her, and suddenly laughed sourly: "Then, stay with me for a while."

Shen Yanbing responded in a low voice: "Okay."

The two looked at each other quietly. In silence, Liming Yue asked suddenly: "How do I see you again?"

She looked tired, and there was a rare confusion in her eyes.

Time passed slowly.

Shen Yanbing did not give her an answer.

The door was finally opened, and the horseman came in.

He brought a new jug of wine.

Limingyue listened to his self in silence