Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago - v2 Chapter 37

The activities in the evening were much richer than during the day.

Shen Yanbing didn’t want to go out, but there was a tossing cousin Zheng Ke.

“I remember you used to sing a lot.”

In KTV, Zheng Ke handed her the microphone, and strangers of the same generation around all booed, “Hey!”

Shen Yanbing had a headache. After graduating from university, she rarely participated in such activities.

The original sound in the box was still singing, and the colorful flashing lights were spinning around. She didn’t plan to be an atmosphere destroyer, and she took the microphone cooperatively, “Just one song.”

Zheng Ke cheered, “Applause! Flowers! Pour wine!”

Shen Yanbing helped her forehead. She remembered the last time at the restaurant in Bencheng, she actually took the initiative to sing for a doll. Every time she thought about it, she felt a subtle sense of being possessed that night.

The boy’s roar and singing pulled her into reality. After the song was finished, she went to the karaoke machine and swiped the playlist, and finally clicked again “Wish People Long Last”.

—This kind of occasion is not suitable for soft songs.

Not suitable for dawn moon.

Shen Yanbing smiled and took the microphone, and sang in the small chat of everyone from time to time.

She usually sings and always grabs shots, but this time it was a few shots slower, and in the end it didn’t match up. Fortunately, she didn’t care about it herself. At that station, when her confident aura came out, no one cared about the inaccuracy.

I remember that when I sang this song last time, I was at the top of Wuhuang Mountain. To be precise, I just hummed a few sentences.

Because Limingyue likes it very much—in this way, it is a very simple thing to make the princess happy.

After the song was over, Shen Yanbing sat back on the sofa and handed the microphone to the others.

“It’s okay.” Zheng Ke poured her some wine, “Why don’t you look so happy when you come back this time?”

“Is there?” Shen Yanbing didn’t care, “it’s not that way.”

Zheng Ke deliberately pressed her lips into a straight line, and looked at her suspiciously, “Is it so bad for a broken relationship?”

“Follow it.” Shen Yanbing took a sip of the beer, and let go of the taste that he didn’t like.

“Hey, how are you going to make the hitters?” Zheng Ke made a little joke and looked at her seriously, “How bad is the school?”

New teachers who are new to the university should not be so leisurely. Although Bencheng University does not have the pressure to be promoted, there are still a lot of trivia and topics.

Shen Yanbing took another sip of wine, and rarely pours: “I’m afraid I’m already on the dean’s blacklist.”

“… shouldn’t this be my specialty?” Zheng Ke hahas a straight smile, “what’s the matter, what about your department head?”

Shen Yanbing thought about his unpublished essay on the Empress, “I’m about to offend it too.”

Zheng Ke comforted: “It’s okay, I can’t fire you anyway.”

Shen Yanbing also laughed, “Anyway, my side job income has exceeded that of being a teacher.”

“This is you.” Zheng Ke filled her with wine, and went gossiping again, “Is there really no one around you now?”

Shen Yanbing was too lazy to lift his eyelids, “What do you think.”

“I guess the calligrapher named Limingyue.” Zheng Ke teased.

Shen Yanbing was looking at her directly, “Really not.”

Forget the Shen Yuan and his wife, she really didn’t understand how they recognized this relationship one by one at a glance.

“Your expression is not right, my good sister.” Zheng Ke hehe smiled, “Is he quite young? Don’t tell me you are a student.”

“…” Shen Yanbing remembered the several times Liming Yue had called Teacher Shen, with a subtle expression, “Of course not.”

Most of the friends that Zheng Ke brought were people in the literary circle. Everyone played more appropriately. The rotating colorful lights were turned off, chatting in groups of three to five, and occasionally a few gathered in a circle to play cards. What earth-shattering Maiba Pinge.

“Professor Zheng originally wanted me to take everyone to the tea garden to enjoy the painting.” Zheng Ke smiled, saying so, but he brought everyone to KTV, “Please, young people should still look a little younger. Well!”

Everyone laughed and made a toast: “Sister Ke—”

Shen Yanbing also laughed. Several people next to her had noticed her a long time ago, and they found the right time to chat with her. They barely got a familiar face, and took the initiative to add to WeChat before leaving.

The people in the box gradually became sparse. Shen Yanbing remembered the peers who had just been cautiously looking for a topic with her, and said with emotion: “I am not a big man, why should they be so restrained.”

Zheng Ke laughed: “What do you think.”

Shen Yanbing smiled slightly-this is one of the reasons she hates Shacheng.

No matter where you go, you can’t get around the aura of the elders.

The next day, Shen Yanbing unexpectedly received invitations from new friends. She was lying on the sofa downstairs, replying to a message in a bored manner.

Ms. Zheng Man: “You rarely come back once, don’t you go for a walk?”

“It’s too hot outside.” Shen Yanbing didn’t lift his head, and politely refused one by one.

“Zheng Ke said you are not good at Binda?”

Shen Yanbing passed his cousin’s big mouth, “It’s okay.”

It just offended all the leaders in the courtyard, and by the way, under the ex-girlfriend’s publicity, he got out of the cabinet.

Zheng Man couldn’t understand her idle state and couldn’t help but say a few more words.

“Didn’t you ask me to recommend a laboratory last time? Are you interested in archaeology again?”

Liming Yue remembered the Jingchao clothing and jewelry that had been sent back from the Appraisal Institute some time ago, and pondered: “I got it for a friend of Shen Yuan, where am I really free.”

Going to class, busy with essays, bringing projects, and receiving papers from side work seem to be relaxed, but the pressure has never stopped.

With nothing to do at home, in the afternoon, Shen Yanbing still went out under the sun.

She went to the calligraphy gallery run by Zheng Ke-it hasn’t officially started yet, and now all the works for appreciation are on weekdays.

The promenade is mostly young college students, and occasionally a few middle-aged people, the whole is very empty.

Zheng Ke doesn’t care, “Now that the market economy is so developed, it’s normal that pure art is getting colder and colder.”

“You didn’t lose money when you drove in this area?” Shen Yanbing asked casually, looking at the decoration of the exhibition, and suddenly saw someone approaching her.

“This is a cooperation with the Book Association, and it is also considered a national project.” Zheng Ke replied while seeing someone coming, “Oh, is it your friend?”

The visitor wore a dress and light makeup, and saw that Shen Yanbing’s face was filled with surprise and surprise.

Shen Yanbing was also surprised: “Still?”

Song still blinked playfully: “You didn’t even say a word when you came back.”

The two are college roommates and fellow villagers. Since the last time they parted at the restaurant and bar, Shen Yanbing told her about the style of her boyfriend Qiu Feng, the two have not contacted much.

Shen Yanbing was surprised that the world was so small, “It’s only two or three days, why are you here?”

“The family is ill. I came back to visit and happened to be passing here.” Song still raised his eyebrows and made a little joke.

Shen Yanbing saw that she was not in good condition, and said a few words of relief.

Zheng Ke and Song still exchanged business cards: “Calligraphy cultivates one’s morality and self-cultivation, and reads words like people. If Ms. Song is interested, you might as well come and experience one or two during the Lanting Exhibition.”

Song still expressed his gratitude, and Zheng Ke went forward alone to chat with others, leaving the two familiar with each other alone.

After a long absence, the two talked about work and mutual friends. Song still suddenly asked, “Are you still in touch with Xu Nuo?”

Shen Yanbing raised her eyebrows slightly, she remembered that Song still didn’t know Xu Nuo.

“Are you still in contact with Qiu Feng?” Her tone was flat, as if she was discussing some artistic theory.

Song still turned his head away from her, staring at a freehand painting of landscapes, “He said he has cancelled his engagement with Miss Xu Nuo.”

Shen Yanbing was a little surprised. Qiu Feng didn’t feel like a prodigal son who would turn around, and Song still didn’t look like a person who was so easily coaxed back.

Zhou Ying also said before that the two were neat and clean.

Sure enough, the authorities are clear about feelings, while the bystanders are fascinated.

Song still met Qiu Feng’s high-ranking rank for the first time in a relationship. Shen Yanbing subconsciously wanted to persuade him directly, but finally resisted and only answered the previous question: “I have no contact with Xu Nuo.”

Song still fluctuated in mood, and his tone was slightly urgent: “Are you really not together?”

Obviously, during this time, she has figured out the complicated relationship of several people.

Shen Yanbing’s face was calm: “If you still rely on this to make sure that Qiu Feng and Xu Nuo are no longer involved, please be cautious.”

Song still changed slightly, and finally let out a long sigh: “I feel too insecure.”

Shen Yanbing said nothing, Song still took a deep look at her, then turned to these works of art that had nothing to do with him, “Actually, I don’t know how to appreciate it at all.”

Her heart was a little anxious, and her tone became tough: “But I can’t show it.”

Song still raised his head suddenly: “I want to blend in with you.”

After speaking, she laughed to herself, staring at the parallel script, silent for a long time.

Shen Yanbing and Song have been in friendship for many years, and she never thought that the other party buried such a deep desire-she always felt that they were in a circle.

All the solace seemed pale, and Shen Yanbing had to admit the subtle influence of her family background.

In the silence, her phone rang.

The embarrassing situation was broken, Shen Yanbing breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart tightened again when he saw the call.

—What can your Royal Highness ask her for now?

Song still paid attention to her calmly.

Shen Yanbing answered the phone, but there was no sound on the other side.

She couldn’t help frowning: “Yes?”

A few seconds later, Liming Yue’s voice came: “I am.”

Before Shen Yanbing continued to ask, Liming Yue spoke again: “Your girlfriend is here.”

Shen Yanbing didn’t respond for a few seconds as if he had been pressed the mute button.

“…Who are you talking about?”

Liming Yue spoke very slowly, “She said her name is Xu Nuo.”

Shen Yanbing walked away expressionlessly, avoiding Song’s still curious sight, “…correct it, it’s an ex-girlfriend.”

“Oh.”

Shen Yanbing imagined the princess nodding her head obediently, and she felt the same powerlessness as she did not say it.

She continued to ask: “What is she doing?”

“Give back your things.” Liming Yue paused. “She also said that she and Qiu Feng will get married at the end of this year.”

“…” Shen Yanbing looked at Song still through the screen, feeling that what happened today was too coincidental.

Xu Nuo mentioned that she wanted to return her things in the bar last time. After being deleted, she couldn’t contact her, so she ran directly to her house, just like her style.

—But Shen Yanbing still had to sigh, Xu Nuo wouldn’t pick a day too much.

She didn’t have much nostalgia for heartbreak, but there were still people who indulged in this illusion.

Liming Yue didn’t hear her response for a long time, and asked softly: “Are you sad?”

“…No.” Shen Yanbing couldn’t laugh or cry, and asked when he remembered, “Aren’t you surprised?”

The two talked about girlfriends and same-sex marriages, but they were only used as normal modern common sense introductions. She had never come out to the princess.

Shen Yanbing’s question was a little bit dizzy, but Limingyue understood it.

The air-conditioning in the exhibition hall was full, and Limingyue’s voice was transmitted to his ears through the mobile phone, without the sound of hot breathing.

She didn’t answer directly, instead she asked: “Will you like me then?”

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