Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago - v2 Chapter 65

Shen Yanbing has been sitting aside with Limingyue.

Limingyue lay down and let her go to sleep before her eyes, Shen Yanbing shook her head: “Waiting for you to fall asleep.”

She had to close her eyes obediently, and tried to make herself fall asleep again after she had been asleep for a long time.

The old man in the bed next to him was already asleep, and his wife left with his things. Shen Yanbing, who was still with him, waved his hand.

Limingyue asked in a low voice, “Will you accompany me like this when we are old.”

“Of course.” Shen Yanbing smoothed the hair scattered behind her head, “but you must be in good health and you won’t be hospitalized.”

Limingyue smiled: “Okay, so are you.”

Then she closed her eyes, her mind was calm, her eyelids no longer trembled, and she rested comfortably.

For a long time, when she fell asleep, Shen Yanbing leaned forward and kissed her lips gently. The shadow that came close stayed for a while, and finally got up and left.

After closing the door and turning off the lights, Liming Yue rolled over, squinted, and recalled the temperature of the corners of her lips.

The next day, Shen Yanbing brought breakfast to Limingyue. After the meal, he had a low-grade fever. Dr. Lin came to the ward round and didn’t rush.

Limingyue didn’t have any impression during the infusion yesterday. Now that she saw the needle, she couldn’t help but want to shrink back.

Shen Yanbing smiled, “It really doesn’t hurt, it passed all of a sudden.”

Limingyue frowned slightly as she watched the bottle and the transparent tube that was pushed over and hung up, “I want to go back.”

“How to be like a child.” Shen Yanbing deliberately laughed at her, walked to the other side and held her other hand, “Look here, don’t look at the needles.”

Limingyue looked at her sideways, Shen Yanbing leaned close to stroke her hair, and when she looked at her, a cold tingling pain came from the back of her hand. Limingyue’s face condensed, and Shen Yanbing gently squeezed her cheek, “It’s all right.”

Turn the head, the needle has been inserted, the paper tape is firmly attached, and there is no blood backflow.

“How long will it take?” Liming Yue asked, looking down.

The nurse adjusted the infusion rate and replied with a smile, “It should be more than two hours.”

Shen Yanbing thanked him, waited for the other party to walk away, turned on the tablet he had brought, turned on the video software, and sat aside to accompany Liming Yue to relieve boredom.

Each person has an earphone, and the earphone cord hangs down, so Shen Yanbing leans his head closer for fear of being torn off.

The movie was chosen by Liming Yue, a famous romance film released in recent years.

—It’s also a famous rotten movie, and Shen Yanbing doesn’t usually open it.

Liming Yue took it seriously.

“If I have a disease that can’t be cured, can I not stay in the hospital?” Liming Yue said, “I still have a lot of places to go.”

Shen Yanbing looked at the manic protagonist in the ward in the movie, “Don’t say bad things.”

Limingyue lowered his head, “I hate hospitals.”

“We’ll leave in a moment.” Shen Yanbing held her other hand, “Don’t think about it.”

Shen Yanbing was more than she thought.

Before meeting Limingyue, she had never believed in metaphysics, but now, she was in awe of all unknown forces.

The old woman in the bed next to them looked at them a few more times, and her eyes were a little muddy.

When my wife came, he said angrily, “Don’t bother any more, let me go home.”

The wife refused to say anything, and the two sighed, and the ward fell into a sorrowful silence.

Shen Yanbing couldn’t go into the movie, paying attention to the old couple.

When the movie on the tablet was over, Shen Yanbing took off the earphones for Liming Yue, and the bottle was replaced with one halfway through. Now it is almost finished.

Once he was born and cooked again, Liming Yue let go of her courage before the second time, staring at the back of her needle-piercing hand and looking at the bottle, feeling novel and advanced.

“Does it get into my body like this?”

“Yes.” Shen Yanbing became interested when he saw the other party, but emphasized helplessly, “Don’t rely on these, don’t get injections if you can take medicine.”

Liming Yue whispered, “I don’t want to come to the hospital either.”

After a while, the bottle bottomed out, Shen Yanbing rang the bell, and the nurse came to remove the needle.

This time, Limingyue simply stared at the opponent’s movements, without any fear at all.

Shen Yanbing almost felt that the other party’s previous performance was blaming himself.

When leaving, Limingyue really walked in the cold corridor of the hospital for the first time. The nurses and white coats occasionally shuttled, and more often the patients and their families. The smell of disinfection water mixed with the smell of medicine and the breath of patients, and the white light reflected in the light. The floor, there is a sense of indescribable desertedness.

After waiting out of the hospital, breathing the fresh air outside, Liming Yue felt a new life.

Going home by car, she leaned her head against the window, looking at this strange road, and prayed secretly that she would never come again.

But that night, Shen Yanbing took her temperature, but she still had a low-grade fever.

“I don’t feel it.” Limingyue touched her forehead, her cheeks flushed a little, “Just sleep.”

Shen Yanbing was not at all relieved. After Limingyue fell asleep, she woke up frequently in the middle of the night and got up to test her temperature.

There is no sign of a high fever, but the fever is still ongoing.

Can ancient people really resist modern viruses? Shen Yanbing leaned against the night’s bed, begging the gods and Buddha for the first time, his eyes closed, but he was not sleepy.

At the end of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, I went to work on Monday, Liming Moon’s body temperature can be considered normal.

In two days, Shen Yanbing’s condition was worse than that of Liming Yue, a real patient.

Liming Yue hesitated to speak and stopped: “I’m really well, and it takes a long time for the wind and cold to last for a long time in the Jing Dynasty.”

This time is not too long for her.

Shen Yanbing drove the car, his face a little haggard, and calmly said, “No colds in the future.”

“I don’t want to either.” Limingyue replied, seeing the other’s complexion, and replied, “Okay.”

It turned out that Shen Yanbing was also unreasonable, she thought.

There was no morning class today, and Shen Yanbing did not go directly to the office. It was rare that she took the initiative to send Liming Yue to the studio and greeted the teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts one by one, which was very unusual.

Limingyue just smiled and listened, occasionally nodding her head in response. The teachers who were not salty and not indifferent to her on weekdays were also much more enthusiastic.

At noon, Zhou Ying was not there, Liming Yue held his cheeks, chopsticks moved the food, and said, “Several teachers have chosen my paintings as comments on their work today.”

“It’s not very good. Let’s pick up the thorns together and make progress faster.” Shen Yanbing was half joking, and didn’t take it to heart.

Liming Yue frowned, “There is no criticism, everyone is praising me.”

Shen Yanbing disapproved, “Isn’t this showing that you painted very well? Why are you still unhappy?”

“I think there is a problem, but no one pointed it out.” Liming Yue was a little uncomfortable. Her pursuit of art was extremely pure. She also mastered the concepts of modern painting school very quickly.

But she knows that she is not solid as the foundation of the foundation. There are many problems that she commits and commits again and again, which she can faintly perceive, but she can’t prepare to grasp it.

Both the teacher and Cheng Guoli said “perfect”, which made her unacceptable.

Shen Yanbing put down his chopsticks and looked at her seriously, “So you think the teachers at Binda Academy of Fine Arts are not good enough?”

She spoke straightforwardly, her tone was not harsh, and she asked this question very seriously.

“No.” Limingyue didn’t dare to admit that respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao is a tradition carved into her bones, and she couldn’t say such words.

“Then you think they are all admiring you?” Shen Yanbing continued to ask.

Limingyue lowered her head, and Shen Yanbing understood what the other party meant.

She suddenly chuckled, “I won’t go next time.”

Limingyue immediately raised her head, her eyes moved slightly, “I didn’t mean that.”

“You have to believe in yourself. They can’t criticize, they really don’t see the problem.” Shen Yanbing skipped his previous sentence and communicated with her seriously, “It has nothing to do with me.”

“I see.” Limingyue immersed himself in the meal, wondering if he listened to it.

Shen Yanbing is not a nagging person, and has not mentioned it again after saying this.

This Saturday, the Penn University’s calligraphy and painting exhibition officially opened, but not many people went to see it, mostly students and passers-by from the Academy of Fine Arts.

There are few experts, but not without them.

Liu Yu came over.

When Liming Yue received the news from the other party, she was a little surprised, and waited for each other at the door with Shen Yanbing, explaining: “Mr. Liu only came back from Beijing yesterday.”

“She has always paid close attention to the level of painting and calligraphy in Bincheng.” Shen Yanbing answered and saw Ms. Liu Yu walking in a long gown. He said a few words and went into the museum together.

Binda is rich in wealth. This exhibition hall is a new building just built two years ago, with first-class facilities and a very modern atmosphere.

“Xiao Li got the gold award, right?” Liu Yu didn’t know, but asked the question based on simple trust.

Limingyue nodded and walked in while looking at the other works. When she reached the center of the exhibition hall, she saw her own work which was clearly hanging.

Liu Yu tasted it carefully, admiring, “No step backwards at all.”

It is still an impeccable brushstroke, with a reckless and high-spirited pen in one go, and an extraordinary pen.

This is the beauty that even laymen can appreciate.

There are also the most people parked in front of this work.

Liu Yu watched for a long time, and finally asked, “Do you know about the opening of the Lanting Exhibition? How are your preparations?”

“Practicing.” After drawing together, Liming Yue hasn’t been so satisfied with her own writing recently, and hasn’t prepared the finished product until now.

She knew there was a problem, but she couldn’t figure it out, and it was even harder to talk about solving the problem.

According to modern society, she has fallen into a “bottleneck period.”

She thought of the phrase “no regress” just commented by Liu Yuxian, and she felt unspeakable in her heart.

If you do not advance, you will retreat. This is a simple truth.

After Liu Yu left, Zhou Ying ran to join in the fun. After chanting for so long, he finally saw Limingyue’s words, suddenly boasting that there is only one in the sky, which made Limingyue really embarrassed.

Cheng Guoli came late when she saw her whispering gossip, “The boy who has been laughing over there, have you seen it?”

Limingyue frowned and nodded, Cheng Guoli lowered her voice, “He is the one who challenges you!”

The boy turned his head and looked over and smiled triumphantly.

Liming Yue: “Oh.”

Cheng Guoli was discouraged, “You have no meaning at all.”

“Why is this interesting?” Liming Yue turned around and walked towards Shen Yanbing, her fingers couldn’t help but squeeze out the pen holding the pen, swaying slightly in the air.

She closed her eyes, and could even feel the touch and stretch of different brushes on the life announcement.

Shen Yanbing pressed her shoulder.

“I’m going to hit the glass case again.”

Liming Yue opened her eyes and ran into Shen Yanbing’s smiling eyes.

She took Shen Yanbing’s hand, and the next line of the spotlight suddenly broke into her eyes. The original low air pressure was instantly broken, and Liming Yue’s heart moved greatly. She approached and saw clearly the seal and the label under the showcase.

—Specially invited review, written by Zhang Qing as a souvenir.

Zhang Qing, a contemporary great calligrapher who is as famous as Zheng Dexing, one is good at cursive script and the other is good at calligraphy. He is known as “South and Zheng Bei Zhang”.

Shen Yanbing saw it too, and was a little surprised, “I didn’t expect Bin University to invite Mr. Zhang.”

The value of this souvenir work alone is incalculable-Zhang Lao has rarely auctioned calligraphy and painting in these years.

Professionals tend to be more in awe of the top works in their fields. Although Shen Yanbing has a good foundation, it is still difficult to understand the stormy waves in Liming Yue’s heart in front of this work.

“I like it very much?” Shen Yanbing asked.

Limingyue nodded, “It’s a level I can’t reach at present.”

This can be regarded as a top-notch evaluation. Shen Yanbing was a little surprised and felt a bit of an unfavorable derailment.

She deliberatedly said, “Zhang Lao and Zheng Lao, who do you prefer?”

With Limingyue’s qualifications, as long as there is a way to meet the two, it is not a problem at the entrance.

Liming Yue paused for a moment, and whispered, “I am better at running script.”

The answer to her was a long silence.

Shen Yanbing lowered his eyes: “Also.”

Just as she refused to take Zheng Man’s way back then, Limingyue also refused the broad road she had prepared.

The voice of the heart will not be changed by others, they are indeed the same kind of people.

The author has something to say: Thanks for reading, the pre-collection has been changed to another one. For the sake of Yuange’s entanglement and pain, please click on a collection, love you~

PS: The pit will be filled and will not run away!