Her Royal Highness The Princess From A Thousand Years Ago

Her Royal Highness likes to play Plants vs. Zombies.

When Shen Yanbing found out, the other party was already proficient at picking up sunshine and planting pea shooters.

"The unlocking of the level is quite fast..." Shen Yanbing had never played the mobile game version before, looking at the very different background, "Is it difficult?"

Li Mingyue shook her head and nodded again: "Very challenging."

Shen Yanbing couldn't help laughing, "It's true."

When she was a teenager, she cleared all the desktop versions, and in the end only the infinite mode was left to play.

She got up from the sofa and reminded before returning to the study: "Remember to study."

Li Mingyue blinked, as if she didn't understand why this game icon was drawn out of the scope of learning.

But Her Royal Highness obediently closed the tablet and opened the newly received middle school textbook.

——Shen Yanbing said that children all over the world in modern times have to learn these things. She can hardly imagine what a prosperous and prosperous world this is.

In Jingchao, learning itself is a luxury.

Not to mention these textbooks, teachers, and the university buildings I saw last time.

Shen Yanbing has not been as leisurely as he imagined recently.

Since the editor of a well-known publishing house in the industry took a fancy to a historical adaptation novel she wrote last time, countless draft requests followed.

But she has no desire to write recently.

Bencheng University has very high requirements for young teachers. She has been avoiding the news of the selection of papers, and the dust has finally settled today—plus the journal work published last year, this summer vacation is finally relaxed.

She glanced at the list, Zhou Ying might have to worry about losing a lot of hair.

Just as she was thinking, Zhou Ying sent a WeChat message asking her to have a drink to soothe her worries.

Shen Yanbing replied: "After drinking, the judges are still waiting for you."

Zhou Ying sent a crying emoji, "I'm broken in love!"

Shen Yanbing showed no sympathy: "On average, you fall in love once a week."

Zhou Ying: "Song Yiran dumped her boyfriend!"

Shen Yanbing finally paused. After the last meeting, she sent Song Yiran a WeChat message, briefly stating the facts she knew. At that time, Song Yiran only replied, "Got it."

She thought that the girl would not look back unless she hit the south wall.

Shen Yanbing smiled: "Isn't this a good thing."

Zhou Ying directly sent a voice message: "Song Yiran said that Qiu Feng's goal has always been you—"

"..." Shen Yanbing listened to the other party's yelling, speechless, "Don't drag me into this bloody drama, thank you."

Zhou Ying posted another series of hahaha laughs, "The scumbag is ambitious, but fortunately he is still not really in love, so he stepped on him directly."

She still doesn't know the relationship between Qiu Feng and Xu Nuo, and only regards each other as a Neptune who wants to raise fish.

Shen Yanbing didn't say anything, these coincidences were so clumsy that it was annoying.

Like a big fly that can't be slapped to death and can't hide, buzzing around to remind, exhausting the last patience.

On the bay window of the study, in front of the iron bars, a ceramic bookmark wind chime swayed, but there was no sound.

Shen Yanbing rarely noticed this little ornament.

She suddenly remembered that it was a gift from Xu Nuo, "Hang it on the bay window of the study, I removed the bell on purpose, it will definitely not disturb you."

In front of her, Xu Nuo would always put away the young lady's temper, making her forget the other person's true nature.

Shen Yanbing chuckled, got up and took off the bookmark wind chime, and threw it into the trash can.

Li Mingyue's historical notes have already been written down half of the book.

The handwriting has progressed rapidly from the crooked and uncomfortable at the beginning to the neat and graceful handwriting now.

"I haven't held a writing brush for a long time." Her Royal Highness couldn't hide her sorrow when talking about it. The lower script writing brush that Shen Yanbing promised to buy for her had already arrived, but she was not used to practicing calligraphy on the coffee table that could not be opened.

There are too many sundries on the coffee table, and even the felt can't be rolled out.

"Okay, I need to buy another table."

The next day, Her Royal Highness the Princess was surprised to see that someone sent a folding white table upstairs, which was enough for her to sit upright and practice calligraphy seriously.

"Why was the table made so quickly?" Li Mingyue learned to fold and unfold it, "and it was delivered so quickly."

"...It has been ready for a long time." Shen Yanbing tidied up the paper shells used for packaging, "It's probably because there is a stock point nearby."

Li Mingyue has only seen food delivery, but has not been exposed to the concept of e-commerce logistics, so she only has a little understanding of it.

Shen Yanbing explained to her how the system operates as vividly as possible.

"Why are they willing to do this kind of work?" Her Royal Highness had a limited understanding of this bustling world, "Isn't it tiring to run around?"

She thought about it, sincerely and confused: "Why don't you see people farming here? Where does the food come from?"

"..." Shen Yanbing was troubled by the series of questions, "What about the tablet, ask yourself."

Li Mingyue had no choice but to ask questions one by one. Shen Yanbing sat beside her and watched, helping her search from time to time—His Royal Highness's speed of handwriting input is so anxious.

"This is a society of division of labor and cooperation. Some people are farming, some are in the factory, and some are in the service industry, such as the person who just delivered the courier." Shen Yanbing saw that she was in a dilemma, "All labor is honorable, although the rewards are different. But they are an integral part of the functioning of society.”

Her Royal Highness is very savvy and understands, "Then how do you become a cleaning lady, a courier, or you?"

"...First you have an ID card." Shen Yanbing hit the center directly, "You have no past and no education, it will be very difficult to gain a foothold in this society."

Li Mingyue pursed her lips into a straight line: "Yes."

Shen Yanbing has been thinking about this issue these days.

In the second half of this year, she heard that Huaguo was going to conduct a census. She asked many people and got ambiguous answers about the household registration.

The most difficult thing is to have someone to be a guarantor - Shen Yanbing is not good enough outside the police, and after thinking about it, he has to find his cousin Shen Yuan.

Sighing in her heart, she opened the calendar, and it happened to be Shen Yueran's birthday in a few days.

According to the habit, she who is also in Bencheng must go to celebrate.

Li Mingyue didn't know what Shen Yanbing was thinking, she was sitting in front of the new desk with a felt pad, writing with a pen.

To be honest, she is not used to the modern way - without an inkstone, Shen Yanbing perfunctorily took a ceramic plate with ink for her to use.

She was holding a pen for writing large characters, with a dignified expression, concentrating on writing something, pausing from time to time, smearing ink and scribbling randomly, but her face was calm.

When Shen Yanbing came out, he didn't see any readable words.

I can only vaguely see the character of the ancients from the alteration room. This feeling is very special. Even if Shen Yanbing is just an ordinary calligraphy lover, he can still see the difference between this calligraphy and the brush calligraphy written by modern people.

It has nothing to do with the style of writing, but the difference in the background.

No matter how much Shen Yanbing practiced, it was nothing more than one hour a day, but the real ancient scholars were not so simple.

Limingyue doesn't like people watching her write.

As soon as Shen Yanbing stood beside her, he refused to write.

"Are you afraid that I will steal my teacher and learn art?" Shen Yanbing raised his eyebrows, "Why are you so stingy?"

"No." Her Royal Highness was not happy to hear this, "I... someone is here, I am nervous."

"Okay." Shen Yanbing smiled inwardly, most of the inscriptions of modern masters are performed under a group of people or even countless cameras, Li Mingyue may never get used to it like this.

Shen Yanbing walked away a little, opened the refrigerator, saw that he had purchased dishes that he hadn't cooked last time, hesitated for a while, and finally planned to cook again.

She threw the raw chicken legs into the frying pan based on her feeling, and when she felt that they were going to be mushy, she added water, put in the temporary seasoning, turned the fried chicken legs in the water, and picked them up one by one when they were almost dry.

"It's not quite simple." Shen Yanbing looked at the colorless, fragrant chicken legs, picked up the chopsticks and tried one first——

"Maybe, it's not cooked yet?" She said to herself, looking at the red flesh behind the scorched skin with some surprise, she paused for two seconds, then poured all the remaining chicken legs back into the pot, added water to cover the surface, and continued the fire. cook.

She covered the glass pot and looked at the time, "Small problem."

Li Mingyue didn't notice the movement in the kitchen at all, immersed in her own world.

She didn't write and stroke fluently, and she seemed dissatisfied with everything.

"I haven't seen the ancients before", she paused in writing, and painted out the word "ancients" with heavy pressure.

"Recite the yoyo of heaven and earth", Her Royal Highness did not write any more for a long time, crumpled up the wet rice paper and threw it aside.

After an hour, she tiredly put down her pen and sat back at the coffee table.

She has almost finished watching the documentary, and she already has a general idea of ​​the history and dynasties in this world.

She was flipping through a collection of poems from the Tang Dynasty in her hand, occasionally reading out in a low voice.

Shen Yanbing was cooking calmly in the kitchen. Feeling that it was almost time, he took out the chicken legs one by one. After putting them into the plate, he remembered that there seemed to be no seasoning added, so he simply mixed soy sauce and light soy sauce and poured them into the plate.

She put the dish on the dining table, Li Mingyue didn't seem to smell the aroma, and didn't look back at all.

Shen Yanbing thought she was too focused, then took out lettuce, boiled it in boiling water, poured soy sauce on it and brought it out.

When Li Mingyue sat over, her expression was slightly strange.

"Challenge for the first time." Shen Yanbing was a little proud, "Try chicken legs, Jing Chao probably didn't do this."

"...It's really not." The palace dishes really can't make such a show.

Her Royal Highness has eaten so many meals in modern times, and she is no longer that cute little fool.

But she still put a relatively less burnt one into the bowl quite cooperatively, lowered her head and took a bite.

Miraculously not bad.

Shen Yanbing looked at the other party who stopped, and turned his head to look at her: "Not familiar?"

She tried it herself and nodded: "It's okay, but it's a little cold."

As a cook who is not picky at all, Shen Yanbing's cooking purpose may really only be "cooked, ready to eat".

Whether it is good or not depends on God's will.

"It's delicious." Li Mingyue suddenly became confident, even this is fine, if she cooks with more care, wouldn't it be natural to get Shen Yanbing's approval?

So she offered to cook again.

The shadow of Shen Yanbing from last time is still vivid in his memory, but it can't match the hopeful look in the other party's eyes when he looked at her.

"Okay, this time I'll watch you do it all the way."

Then, Shen Yanbing once again paid the price for her decision.

"I don't understand why there are so many accidents when you follow a recipe."

Shen Yanbing was shocked by the tragedy that the whole stove was covered with egg white liquid, and what was even more frightening was that the whole pot caught fire——

The orange light shines brightly, and the fire in the outer circle is swaying left and right. If this is not her kitchen, perhaps Shen Yanbing can still feel some kind of artistic beauty.

But even so, Her Highness the Princess actually brought out a plate of fried eggs that looked very good.

What is negatively correlated with appearance is taste.

Li Mingyue was brooding over her second failure: "Why?"

Shen Yanbing pondered: "I also want to ask why."

Maybe the ancients and modern kitchens are born with different magnetic fields?Shen Yanbing now just wants to end all this, thinking in his heart: Wouldn't it be nice to order takeaway?

Li Mingyue buried her head in her arms, and Shen Yanbing was forced to turn a corner when her words reached her mouth: "It's okay, there will be opportunities in the future."

Her Royal Highness looked at her, and responded melancholy.

Shen Yanbing: There will be no more chances.