Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago - v2 Chapter 32

Limingyue felt weird for Shen Yanbing’s sudden thanks.

“Why thank me?” She was obviously a big trouble.

Shen Yanbing’s soft palms had left her cheeks, and Liming Yue’s face felt hot behind her.

“You will understand later.”

Shen Yanbing’s answer was habitually perfunctory, but Limingyue still keenly captured the subtle different emotions in it.

She tilted her head slightly, her back naturally pressed against the pillow, her long hair tied loosely behind her, and her overlapping legs were covered in a wide nightdress.

Shen Yanbing looked at her, the exquisitely carved porcelain dolls seemed to have become gentle and soft puppets.

“What does Teacher Shen want to ask?”

Liming Yue had been under scrutiny for a long time, and she uttered uncomfortably, seldom calling the other party.

In the past, when two people communicated, they rarely addressed each other seriously.

Shen Yanbing laughed. She didn’t expect that the princess would also call her “teacher”.

She brought her thoughts back to the thesis, and brought back to the study of the people’s character of the Empress Wu Zetian.

“What do you think of the relationship between the emperor and the people?”

After asking, Shen Yanbing felt that it was too general, and simply turned the laptop to her, “Did you see the marked line?”

The literature characters on the screen have been enlarged a lot, and the highlighted lines are the finalized lines of the female emperor.

“I’m spurring myself at any time. For the long-term stability of the world, I cannot have a moment of leisure. I want to do something for the people of the world, and I want to enable talented people to do something for the people of the world.” *

“To make everyone in the world live and work in peace and contentment, this is what I want to do day and night.”*

After Liming Yue became familiar with Simplified Chinese, her reading speed was already very fast, but this time, she read it for a long time.

She looked up and Shen Yanbing asked, “Do you think your father is such a person?”

Limingyue was silent-yes, he wanted to nod, but finally shook his head.

“Perhaps it will be recorded in history books, but it is not.” She thought for a while, and she seemed to understand Shen Yanbing’s deep meaning, and added, “As the supreme ruler, he is the first to defend the interests of his own class.”

Limingyue spoke slowly, frowned, and seemed to be chewing on what she had just said.

——This is a new concept she learned, and she didn’t fully accept it.

In this case, speaking from the mouth of a real princess, Shen Yanbing was no less shaken than when Liming Yue first accepted these views.

She looked relaxed and chuckled: “Are you really a princess?”

Limingyue realized what the other party meant, and leaned her head against the pillow while smiling, “It would be fine if not.”

Shen Yanbing picked up her red scarf Aries from the underground mat, flicked Aries’ head, and whispered, “Anyway, there is no princess anymore.”

Liming Yue laughed presumptuously.

Laughing, she felt sadness from the bottom of her heart.

“To make everyone in the world live and work in peace and contentment.” This was once her ideal.

She tried hard to climb the peak of imperial power, trying to defeat the emperor who was incompetent, but in the end she died.

Modern history books say that the feudal ruling class cruelly exploited the people. She used to think that the people at the bottom were not doing well, but she didn’t think that the nobles at the top had done anything wrong. Being kind and cherishing the people is her highest evaluation of the powerful and powerful in the Prince’s Mansion. .

The authorities are puzzled, let alone the authorities who have vested interests.

Her ideal of prosperous age could not be truly realized in Jing Dynasty.

The Liming Moon after the connection was not relieved quickly.

“For the people of Dawn, a wise monarch is better than a mediocre monarch.”

She seemed to comfort herself-her struggle was not meaningless.

Shen Yanbing didn’t know what she thought of, but he was sure: “This is natural.”

The feudal dynasties of different eras are also very different. It is not a simple prosperous and troubled times-in a nutshell.

Liming Yue’s words caused Shen Yanbing to fall into a deeper entanglement-which made her feel a little funny.

Her Royal Highness’s sober cognition made her wonder if Empress Wu Zetian would really advocate the “people-oriented”.

She smiled and shook her head, classifying Liming Yue as an outlier among the ruling class.

Liming Yue was silent, as if thinking about something.

She has studied ancient history and modern history for so long, and the more she understands it, the more she feels that her nihility—something in the past—is all floating. The period of time that she has lived in is nothing but a phantom of the universe.

“Is there anything to believe?” Liming Yue suddenly remembered the three famous philosophical questions in the book. She neither knew who she was, where she came from, or where she was going.

Her first half of her life was denied by history, and now she looks like a wandering soul with nowhere.

Shen Yanbing noticed that her condition was not good, “What?”

Limingyue lowered his head, unable to express the feeling that was vaguely lingering in his heart.

After a good meeting, she picked out two sentences and said: “My past is always being denied. Sometimes looking at history, it feels very meaningless.”

It is rare for Shen Yanbing to talk to her. He thought about his feelings when he was reminded of his undergraduate history, and said: “History is often just an explanation of today’s people, but you-it is you.”

Liming Yue was slightly stunned, she sank into Shen Yanbing’s eyes, deep and charming.

Jing Chao’s history books can do as much as possible to dress up Princess Zhaoyue in a splendid manner, and later generations commented that she could not separate the traces left on her in the past, and there is no need to forget it.

All-all, are shaping-a complete her-unique-unique dawn and moon.

She became confident again, her eyebrows stretched, revealing two pear vortices.

In the next few days, Shen Yanbing re-examined his argument about the “historical truth” of drama, picking up the contents of the preliminary preparations, and gradually taking shape.

She doesn’t have much confidence in publishing, and she’s not sure whether she can pass the journal editor’s review.

While Liming Yue was busy practicing painting, and other subjects were temporarily put on the side.

“I am not good at meticulous painting.”

She put down her wolf brush and looked at Shen Yanbing who came by, “The studio teacher will be back tomorrow, and I only drew a first draft.”

First, I found a partial picture of a masterpiece as a copy template, and then revised the manuscript several times before it could be finalized.

Shen Yanbing looked at the kingfisher on the branch just outlined on the silk paper, and his pen was steady and delicate.

Liming Yue didn’t often paint meticulous paintings. In Jingchao, freehand painting was the most popular.

“Don’t worry, one frame is enough.” Shen Yanbing didn’t feel relieved, “If you are worried, you can write more words.”

Limingyue was puzzled by her calmness, “I’m afraid Teacher Liu will be dissatisfied.”

“Be confident with yourself.” Shen Yanbing is not worried that the studio will not accept her. In her opinion, the level of the princess has surpassed most of the students of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Limingyue shook his head: “I saw Chinese paintings and calligraphy from this world on the Internet. I’m still too far behind.”

Shen Yanbing laughed: “Aren’t all what you found are from ancient masters? This is to be directly compared with ancient masters.”

Liming Yue looked at her strangely, “Otherwise?”

Shen Yanbing waved his hand and said with a smile, Yan Yan: “It’s okay, don’t be too stressed.”

Limingyue nodded, turned her wrists, took a break, and then immersed herself in thinking about the paint again.

Shen Yanbing saw the princess staying up late at night for the first time.

On the desks in the living room, the silk paper is colored and rendered layer by layer, the cyan kingfisher feathers are slender, and they have both form and spirit, but the technique is slightly green, and it has not been tempered for many years.

Shen Yanbing tasted it carefully and looked up: “Are you really bad at?”

Liming Yuezai—inscribed in small words, the handwriting is beautiful and elegant, and the character is still there, “I can only copy, and I don’t have much experience in painting.”

It’s ten o’clock in the middle of the night.

Her Royal Highness left the silk paper flat on the desk, and went into the bathroom relaxedly. After taking a shower, she fell to sleep.

Shen Yanbing didn’t have much sleepiness yet. He looked at this kingfisher study for a long time, took a picture and sent it to the elders in her family.

The next day, after waking up, Liming Yue was dissatisfied with his paintings.

“The painting state at night is too bad.”

She was about to repaint, but was stopped by Shen Yanbing, “It’s just a study, that’s it.”

Liming Yue frowned and insisted: “The dyeing method has obvious problems, it’s a failure.”

Shen Yanbing bent **** and tapped her head: “Are you all engaged in art so perfectionism? If this goes on, you won’t see Teacher Liu again in Zhou.”

“…Okay.” Limingyue reluctantly agreed to leave this study, “I will write again-and take it over.”

Calligraphy is her strong point. A few hours later, she took out a piece of work she was barely satisfied with. After the ink dries, she rolled it up, changed her clothes, and wanted to go out happily.

“Will the teacher take a lunch break at this time?”

Liming Yue pursed her lips, regretting that she didn’t have a mobile phone when she went to the studio before, and did not add He Ye’s contact information.

“You worry a lot.”

Shen Yanbing was most afraid of this kind of sun. He drove the car, wore ice sleeves and sunglasses, and exuded the breath of “Don’t come near you when you didn’t speak.”

Limingyue’s long hair curled up, her head leaning on her back was not very comfortable, she frowned, and the hot sunlight made her squint slightly, and said a little bit: “Apprenticeship is a serious matter.”

Shen Yanbing smiled at the corner of his mouth, “Don’t make any big gifts later, Teacher Liu will be frightened.”

Before the dawn of the moon, I did not check the information of modern apprenticeships on the Internet, but the information was sparse.

She was a little puzzled, “Why are modern teachers different from ancient times?”

In fact, what she wants to ask more is why modern students are so different.

She knew that Shen Yanbing was also a teacher, but she had never seen any students come to visit, nor had she seen anyone who came to ask for advice.

Although it was a holiday, it was too free.

She doesn’t even know what Shen Yanbing teaches, and how many students and disciples are there.

“The teacher is only hired to teach in the school, and the class is assigned to the class. It is not up to the teacher to control who the students are.”

Shen Yanbing casually explained the modern education system, talked about academic qualifications, talked about college entrance examinations, Liming Yue listened carefully.

“You finished your Ph.D. Now you are a university teacher.” Liming Yue used her as a benchmark for understanding, “Sounds great.”

Shen Yanbing smiled helplessly, “Do you think I look like a very powerful person?”

She is probably the idlest and poorest in the same class.

Limingyue looked at her, her tan sunglasses covered half of her face, her thin lips moved upward, her jaw line was tight and smooth, her straight back and neck were thin, and she seldom felt mournful even when she was helpless. The feeling, but a kind of calm demeanor.

She thought for a while, and returned seriously: “Like.”

Liming Yue looked at the road ahead again, without explaining the reason.

The arc of Shen Yanbing’s mouth rose up without a laugh.

The author has something to say: *The content of the asterisk is quoted from Guo Moruo’s historical drama “Wu Zetian” in the article “Literary Review”.

Thanks to the little angel who cast mines: 01 nicknames;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Yi 1 bottle;

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