Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago - v2 Chapter 67

As the result of the sub-high’s evaluation came out, Shen Yanbing did not accidentally lose the election.

Zhou Ying was a little bit aggrieved. Seeing that person’s beaming look, he held back his eyes and went back to the office to spit out bitterness at Shen Yanbing.

“Finally, it’s paving the way for him to fight for a deputy. It’s annoying to think that I will have to go to him for work in the future.”

Shen Yanbing could see clearly, “Why don’t you care about what he is doing anyway?”

“Yes! If he gets stuck with me, I must punish him once before I leave!” Zhou Ying didn’t like this person at all.

Shen Yanbing smiled and said, “Life is not easy, but it doesn’t need to be so harsh.”

Zhou Ying squinted at her, Shen Yanbing was a person with a family background and disdain to fight, but to be serious, there are only a lot of resources that can be used. This is her confidence to fight with the world as she pleases, and change to be an ordinary lecturer. I was so angry.

She didn’t say it directly, but felt in her heart that even without those auras, Shen Yanbing’s attitude would not change.

——Many people in the world yearn for the shelter of their predecessors, and they can’t wait to lie down directly on the resources, but Shen Yanbing is an exception.

This is probably one of the reasons why Zhou Ying can be friends with her for so long.

Limingyue didn’t know anything about the twists and turns in the academy of liberal arts. She has been practicing calligraphy in the calligraphy and painting room these days, connecting with the seals previously printed, and comparing them together, choosing the most satisfactory frame, and following the guidance of the teacher of the Academy of Fine Arts. The next delivery went out.

“If you are really selected, don’t you mind if we help you publicize it?” The calligraphy teacher smiled, wondering how many people had said the same thing.

Said to help Liming Yue propaganda, or to use the works of the Lanting Exhibition to promote Binda.

“I’m just an auditor. Wouldn’t it be too good?” Liming Yue didn’t refuse. She is a person who has no school status and no reputation, and she really needs to use her strength.

But if all the teachers and teachers of the Academy of Fine Arts were beaten by one of her observers, they would have to say something if they were known.

The calligraphy teacher thought about the Zheng family behind her and waved his hand hurriedly, “What does it matter? We treat you as a real student!”

For this reason, Liming Yue nodded naturally, “I hope everything goes well.”

Waiting for someone to leave, the calligraphy teacher secretly smacked, thinking of the extraordinary strength of Liming Yue, plus the “smooth” paving of the Zheng family, and clearing away the ghosts and snakes who dared to come and operate. For the first time, I felt that Lanting Exhibition had the confidence.

When dinner was in the cafeteria, Limingyue told Shen Yanbing about it.

Zhou Ying, who was sitting with her, teased her, “I can’t tell, my sister is quite confident!”

This hasn’t started yet, and the acceptance speeches are all thought out.

With that said, Liming Yue was really embarrassed. The picture she sent in the past felt very good, and her condition was unsatisfactory, and her heart floated.

Shen Yanbing smiled: “Do everything, listen to the destiny, choose the best, and there are other opportunities if you don’t, don’t worry about it.”

Although calligraphy has thresholds, it is still subjective art after all. Some judges like ancient school and some like modern innovation. The final result has too many unpredictable factors. In the end, this kind of competition is still a mentality.

——As for the “relationship”, she believes that Zheng Ke will clear away all the haze without mercy.

After returning home, Liming Yue went to the balcony to see the seeds as usual, then returned to the living room, nestled on the sofa and approached Shen Yanbing.

“It’s cold outside.” Shen Yanbing touched her arm and put the blanket on her.

Limingyue prefers to nest in Shen Yanbing’s arms.

When he tilted his head and raised his neck, the opponent had to hold her down.

“Itching, don’t move.” Shen Yanbing was helpless, and Liming Yue simply sat facing her. Shen Yanbing had to reach out and hold her back for fear of falling back on the ground.

When alone, Limingyue couldn’t help but smile. She moved closer to Shen Yanbing’s chest, and suddenly said, “What should I do, as soon as I get close to you, I don’t want to do anything.”

At this point, she should be reading quietly, so she can learn a lot.

But now she was so limp that she didn’t want to move, as if she could only be at ease by staying next to Shen Yanbing.

Her heart beats fast, but strangely peaceful.

Shen Yanbing had long noticed the other party’s clingy, only as a young girl’s reverie and sentimentality, and did not express dissatisfaction-in fact, this is also a novel experience for her.

She touched Limingyue’s head, “Study hard during the day and rest at night.”

Limingyue’s eyes were bright, and her smile was almost fascinating. She leaned forward and kissed Shen Yanbing.

Shen Yanbing couldn’t stand her the most, so he hugged her waist and went back.

The intimacy made ripples in my heart.

The person in his arms also knew that it would stop there. He got up to take a shower and washed his hair. He wore a new nightdress, and his long hair was wrapped wet in a hair-drying cap. He sat on a chair and looked at her upright. The meaning was obvious.

Shen Yanbing laughed and took out the hairdryer to blow her hair.

The warm wind blows away the coolness of the night, and Liming Yue rests on the back of the chair peacefully, feeling the hair being touched, as if the soul is also being gently stroked.

Shen Yanbing’s movements were very gentle, so soft that she felt numb.

Long hair is very hard to blow. Liming Yue usually gets tired halfway when he blows it by herself. He doesn’t care if the hair ends are wet, and he can’t see anything when he is tied up.

“Why didn’t you blow my hair before?” Liming Yue knew that there was no reason, but still wanted to ask.

Shen Yanbing was funny, “You didn’t say it.”

To be precise, Shen Yanbing had blown her hair several times, and she personally helped her to wash her hair for the first time when the princess came to modern times.

Obviously it was only a few months ago, but it seemed like a long, long time, and even the memory was blurred.

The long hair was blown dry, draped loosely behind the head, occasionally a few strands hanging down in front of the forehead, the black hair became more and more white and delicate, and the eyes were moving.

Shen Yanbing put away the hair dryer, and saw the Liming Yue porcelain doll sitting motionless, smiled and approached, before asking, he was hugged around the waist, “I like you so much.”

Unprepared to confess, Shen Yanbing was taken aback, smiled at the arm around his waist, and touched her head.

Freshly washed and blow-dried hair feels warm and comfortable to the touch, like a cat, making people feel very soft.

Shen Yanbing raised her chin, saw the raised face and misty eyes, and leaned over to kiss.

Different from the previous gentleness, this time is much more straightforward. With soft lips and strong clasped wrists, Liming Yue couldn’t help but gasp, but she still hugged Shen Yanbing and refused to let go.

Shen Yanbing supported each other, carefully rounded the corners of the coffee table, and fell on the sofa together.

The light is gentle, this is a small world with only two people.

Liming Yue nestled in her neck, closed her eyes, breathing long, “You call me.”

“Liming Yue.” Shen Yanbing called her.

Limingyue turned sideways, “call again.”

Shen Yanbing stroked her face, eyes deep, “Dawn Yue.”

Limingyue suddenly smiled, turned over and buried her head in the blanket, “Shen Yanbing!”

Shen Yanbing patted her on the back lightly, smiling into his eyes, “I heard it.”

She had never thought that she would have such boring and naive moments–she didn’t feel wasted time at all.

Liming Yue probed out, “We are so boring.”

“Is there a girlfriend by name and last name?” She sat up, “It’s not special at all.”

Shen Yanbing looked at her with his elbows, and smiled, “What do you want me to call you?”

Limingyue blinked, embarrassed, “…I’m boring to mention it.”

Shen Yanbing was helpless and funny. She didn’t have the habit of talking nasty, nor was she used to being nicknamed her by others. Since childhood, even the closest family members only called her “Yanbing”.

Similarly, she has not established the habit of yelling at others intimately.

In Shen Yanbing’s eyes, the three words “limingyue” are already beautiful enough.

But Limingyue was still looking at her eagerly, her lips pursed, her brows feeling affectionate.

Shen Yanbing flexed her finger and knocked on her forehead lightly, “Tie your hair.”

Limingyue was a little disappointed, but she still okay, handed her the headband of her wrist, obediently facing her back.

“I just saw a tutorial, give it a try.” Shen Yanbing stroked Liming Yue’s hair, divided it into several parts, and exchanged it carefully.

She is braiding a twist.

Limingyue felt the movement behind her, her neck became cool, and the thin hair on her temples was brushed by her slightly cool fingers, and she slowly relaxed.

Liming Moon rarely wears her hair on weekdays. Long hair is too inconvenient and unsuitable for the temperature of Bincheng. Most of the time, she is tied loosely behind her head, occasionally tied into a high ponytail skillfully and playfully.

In Jingchao, what she disliked most was dressing up. No matter how unwilling she was, the maid and the maid would always spend a lot of time on her makeup and hair—the steps used to shake the hairpin were all regulated. A set of cumbersome and cumbersome updos came out, which was exhausting.

For Liming Moon, who has not grown up in the deep palace since childhood, this is not a chore.

Shen Yanbing’s knitting fingers became more and more proficient, and he quickly tied the end of his hair, took a red cord from the dressing table, coiled it around his braid, inexplicably a classical taste.

Limingyue still remembered that this was the red string she picked during the last Chinese Valentine’s Day.

When you’re done, Shen Yanbing put his hand on Liming Yue’s shoulder, looked at the face in the mirror, and chuckled, “Are you still satisfied, Your Royal Highness?”

Limingyue looked at herself with a refreshing haircut, and later realized the other party’s nickname, her expression pretending to be calm, “Yeah.”

Shen Yanbing was completely intentional and prepared to get up amused, but was immediately hugged by Liming Yue, “…more.”

The princess with braids is innocent and lovely, and her tone of voice is unconsciously acting like a baby, which is very heartbreaking.

It is a pity that she is facing Shen Yanbing.

She watched Shen Yanbing break her arm, went to the balcony to wash her clothes, and smiled at her before going in.

Limingyue lowered his head and seriously reflected on his recent performance.

Love experts say that the best relationship also requires distance.

The princess lay down and looked at the ceiling thoughtfully.

Before going to bed, Shen Yanbing watched Liming Moon’s bed roll and turned off the electronic paper book, “What?”

Liming Yue was motionless immediately.

Shen Yanbing laughed silently, and said softly, “Your Royal Highness?”

Liming Yue was stiff for two seconds, turned over, half of his face was hidden in the quilt, “Yeah.”

——She actually has no special feelings for this title. It is rare for Jing Chaoshi to call her that way.

But as soon as Shen Yanbing read it out, his usual dull tone was stained with unknowingly satin, which was quite pleasant in his ears.

Shen Yanbing would not find herself annoying, Liming Yue suddenly gained confidence.

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