Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago - v2 Chapter 76

Shen Yanbing was stunned for a few seconds.

Liming Yue was slightly surprised, and she immediately smiled: “I thought you were not coming.”

Cheng Guoli only knew that the two were relatives, and while sighing that the relationship was so good, there was something strange in his heart that he couldn’t tell.

Inexplicably, she felt that her current self was a bit redundant here.

“You want to perform?” Shen Yanbing returned to his senses, never heard that Liming Yue had a rehearsal recently.

“It’s writing.” Limingyue explained that she was going to spread paper and calligraphy in public later, which was a publicity for Gufengshe.

Shen Yanbing nodded. She didn’t know much about the society, and didn’t pay much attention to the popular ancient customs. Liming Yue was interested and would not ask much.

Cheng Guoli took the two to the auditorium stage, but Shen Yanbing did not stay in the background, and went to sit down in the auditorium.

Liming Yue’s calligraphy is not the highlight—it’s not difficult to understand. Compared with the elaborate dance and singing, the calligraphy projected on the big screen for less than one minute is really not enough for viewing. It must be combined with other elements, and Liming Yue has no time to participate.

There are not many people who come specifically for the dawn and moon.

Sheng Zhuo was sitting in the indoor console, and the members went in and out violently. The president commanded him. As the vice president, he had been watching the monitoring situation.

In order to meet the occasion, Sheng Zhuo also wore an ancient costume today. His modern short hair was left unattended, but it seemed strangely without a sense of disobedience.

The next performance was the calligraphy show of special guest Liming Yue. He waved his hand and explained a few words to the new members.

Limingyue had already practiced the words to write on stage, but for the first time facing the shots that followed the whole process, she was still a little nervous.

Shen Yanbing was also below, and she exhaled softly, trying to relax her nerves.

But holding the pen still felt strange for a while.

The brush was not the one she had prepared in advance. Liming Yue frowned slightly, and noticed that there was a pen holder on the desk with many brushes of different thicknesses inside.

In the zoomed-in lens, Limingyue suddenly looked up.

The large LCD screen that was projected was facing the control room. Sheng Zhuo was sitting at the window, clearly invisible, but he inexplicably noticed that the line of sight was stuck on him.

Shen Yanbing keenly perceives something wrong, but the students sitting around are still holding their phones, intending to record the red man’s pen gesture.

She stood up suddenly and walked backstage.

Liming Yue understood the moment he touched the rice paper with ink and pen.

This is the drawing tools and materials prepared for the next ink painting program.

Cheng Guoli was already sweating with fright.

She has been handling the invitation to Liming Yue and the follow-up. As a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, of course she could see that there was an accident on the stage.

On the side and backstage of the stage, Cheng Guoli desperately found the originally planned brush and inkstone, and when he closed his eyes, he almost fainted.

It was Shen Yanbing who held her back.

“Ms. Shen?” Cheng Guoli was surprised, and lowered his voice, “Why are you here?”

Shen Yanbing lost his usual smile, “What’s the matter?”

Cheng Guoli had to tell the other party her guess, and she felt guilty-this was something she was responsible for.

Shen Yanbing didn’t get entangled here, watching from the side the rescue field of Liming Yue on the projection table.

She has seen Liming Yue practice meticulous painting, but she rarely sees other freehand paintings like this.

This speed and control are also top-notch in the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts.

There was no turning back when he started writing, and the eyes of everyone were in full view. Liming Yue quickly adjusted his thoughts, and then he picked up a lotus leaf.

Her movements are swift and agile, she continues to outline after changing the light ink, a lotus is standing, freehand and flexible, lifelike.

Someone in the audience started to exclaim, Liming Yue did not stop writing, and drew the lotus and buds standing upright. After a while, a simple and clear composition was completed.

Cheng Guoli looked dazed, and waited for the outline to finish before muttering to himself: “Fortunately, fortunately.”

“Isn’t this a calligraphy show?” There was already a whisper in the audience. Liming Yue had no distractions. She stretched her sleeves to put it down. When she stopped writing, she glanced at the stage and noticed that Shen Yanbing was no longer in place.

The temporary host also changed quickly. Although unexpected, he immediately thanked Liming Yue for his painting, and respectfully ushered in the next performance.

Shen Yanbing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn’t want Limingyue to leave such a shadow on stage under the camera for the first time.

When the problem was discovered, she made a plan to let the host pause.

Limingyue looked at Shen Yanbing at the backstage, her gloomy moment turned into grievance, and she showed a miserable expression like finding support.

With this purple Tang Feng dress, quite pitiful.

Shen Yanbing saw her face turning like a book, and couldn’t bother to laugh, and led her to the lounge.

Cheng Guoli followed and vowed to make sure that he had checked the utensils on the stage. Liming Yue naturally believed her, “There is no one to look after her, probably something went wrong temporarily.”

For a small club activity, Liming Yue came here to save face, and I am afraid that future cooperation will be impossible.

Fortunately, it was soaked in the middle of the promotion. Limingyue was supposed to write the name and slogan of Gufengshe, but this time it was replaced with lotus that has nothing to do with the society.

Shen Yanbing asked about the situation of this society.

“I was a freshman, and now I am the deputy head of the Propaganda Department. I don’t usually have anything to do, and the people in the department are pretty good too—”

Cheng Guoli said in a mess, and Shen Yanbing asked directly, “Who is the person in charge of the association?”

Cheng Guoli reported her name and added: “I am a senior from the School of Foreign Languages.”

Naturally, Shen Yanbing didn’t know each other. She just asked casually that this kind of messing up of her own club activities is obviously not in the interests of the club, and no person in charge would take the lead in doing such a stupid thing.

The internal structure of the auditorium is complex, with twists and turns. The lounge is an open space with long tables and costume props in the middle.

The lounge is very clean at this time, and there are a few people sitting sporadically on the wicker chairs.

Shen Yanbing saw Sheng Zhuo at a glance.

The other party was playing on the phone and didn’t seem to notice the person coming, but the other student sitting at the table stood up suddenly, “Student Li—”

Limingyue nodded, and Sheng Zhuo finally looked over, with surprise in his eyes, got up and walked over.

The other student took a step faster, walking along the desk, and the movement he brought across the desk, with a slight bang, Sheng Zhuo strode the meteor, trying to hold Liming Yue: “Be careful!”

However, Shen Yanbing pulled Liming Yue to his arms a step faster than him, avoiding the ink that was about to drip on this ancient costume.

On the tableside, the unscrewed plastic ink bottle lay down, and black ink gurgled down, which soon caused a large tragedy.

The student reacted and apologized again and again, staring in horror: “This this…”

No one immediately explored how the ink was placed here, Sheng Zhuo frowned and contacted someone to come and clean it up, looking at Liming Moon, which had avoided this unwarranted disaster first.

There is also Shen Yanbing who succeeded in saving the United States one step faster than him.

Liming is still calm on the moon, but this dress is not her own, and she is somewhat afraid.

According to Cheng Guoli, this is one of the most expensive clothes in the Hanfu store. It is responsible for soiling. Although Liming Yue doesn’t think the clothes are very special, they still respect the store’s pricing.

“Unexpectedly, Teacher Shen is here.” Sheng Zhuo greeted with a chuckle, then looked at Liming Yue, “Aren’t you scared? It’s just a little bit of ink, and it’s our community that is responsible for splashing.”

Shen Yanbing pulled her away like a fuss, and didn’t mention her previous actions at all.

Limingyue looked at this face that looked exactly like Jing Chao’s horse, especially a long robe, and with this tone, it was the rebirth of that person.

Frowning, she keenly asked: “Your club?”

Cheng Guoli didn’t know how many people actually knew each other, so he hurriedly introduced: “This is the vice president of our agency.”

Sheng Zhuo has a good appearance and good demeanor. He actively participates in cultural and sports activities. He is a man in the hospital and even the whole school.

Shen Yanbing couldn’t bear to look at the other party again. She didn’t want to mention the change of mentor before, but when Lan Tingzhan saw him and met at this small event, with this face, Sheng Zhuo and Liming Yue didn’t have much overlap. But this fate is too deep.

The arrival of Liming Moon was a mysterious event, and Shen Yanbing had to pay attention to this kind of metaphysics.

Sheng Zhuo tried to chat with Limingyue and apologized for what happened on the stage. “The kid made a mistake and it almost became a performance accident. Thanks to Mingyue’s excellent wit—”

Limingyue interrupted him: “I am not your classmate, and I don’t like people who are unfamiliar with me to call me Mingyue.”

Sheng Zhuo’s expression took two seconds to adjust. When he first saw him, he clearly felt that Liming Yue treated her differently, and even took the initiative to ask him for WeChat-unexpectedly it turned out to be a hard bone.

Limingyue ignored him and took Shen Yanbing to the dressing room.

She already wants to go home.

There were a lot of people in the dressing room, and Cheng Guoli removed her makeup and headwear. Compared with the wedding gown when Liming and Yue first came, this ancient costume was much lighter, and it didn’t take long to change it.

Shen Yanbing sat on the sofa in the dressing room, dressed up in a modern style, which was especially obvious in the backstage of this ancient style club.

Liming Yue smiled at her in the makeup mirror, and Shen Yanbing sat more calmly.

On the way home, Shen Yanbing talked about this afternoon and mentioned Sheng Zhuo without leaving a trace.

Liming Yue turned his head to look at her in surprise: “Don’t you think I can’t distinguish people?”

To be honest, Jing Chao was the direct murderer who killed Liming Yue. Even if it is unclear, Liming Yue only has hatred and disgust.

“Of course I didn’t mean that.” Shen Yanbing chuckled, “But, don’t you think it’s too coincidental?”

Liming Yue disagrees: “I only saw these sides for so long, not too often.”

But the timing of each appearance is very subtle, not like chance encounters, full of traces.

Shen Yanbing looked at the road and recalled Sheng Zhuo’s look at Limingyue. He was sure to win, full of confidence, and when he looked at her with scrutiny and guard, he subconsciously regarded her as a competitor.

I have to say that this intuition is correct.

But she couldn’t think of where Sheng Zhuo’s affection and coveting for Liming Yue came from.

Shen Yanbing said softly, “Perhaps in the dark…”

“How do you engage in feudal superstition?” Liming Yue interrupted her, as if she had seen through her thoughts, and was determined, “Even if there is providence, it is also providence that allows me to come to you.”

Shen Yanbing laughed blankly and reiterated: “I didn’t mean that.”

She never felt that Liming Yue matched Sheng Zhuo, and she had never even thought of giving Liming Yue a hand.

Liming Yue pursed her lips, and Shen Yanbing poked her hands and smiled: “I’m sorry.”

“Well, forgive you.” Liming Yue let go.

The next second, the green light turned on, Shen Yanbing withdrew his hand, and the car moved again.

The author has something to say: No change in the evening.