Her Royal Highness The Princess From A Thousand Years Ago

Li Mingyue felt weird about Shen Yanbing's sudden thanks.

"Why thank me?" She was obviously a big trouble.

Shen Yanbing's soft palm had already left her cheek, and Li Mingyue's face suddenly felt hot.

"You'll understand later."

Shen Yanbing's answer was usually perfunctory, but Li Mingyue still keenly captured the subtle and different emotions in it.

She tilted her head slightly, her back was naturally against the pillow, her long hair was tied loosely behind her back, and her crossed legs were covered in a wide nightdress.

Shen Yanbing looked at her, and the finely carved porcelain doll seemed to have turned into a soft and soft puppet.

"What does Teacher Shen want to ask?"

Li Mingyue had been scrutinized for a long time, and she spoke out uncomfortably, and rarely called out to the other party.

In the past, when the two communicated, they rarely addressed each other seriously.

Shen Yanbing laughed out loud, she didn't expect Her Royal Highness to call her "teacher" too.

She brought her thoughts back to the dissertation, to the study of the people's nature of Empress Wu Zetian.

"What do you think of the relationship between the emperor and the people?"

After Shen Yanbing asked, she felt that it was too general, so she simply turned the laptop to her, "Did you see the marked line?"

The document words on the screen are enlarged a lot, and the highlighted one is the empress's finalized lines-

"I am always urging myself. For the long-term stability of the world, I can't have a moment of leisure. I want to do something for the people of the world, and I want to enable talented people to do something for the people of the world." *

"To make people all over the world live and work in peace and contentment, this is what I want to do day and night."*

Li Mingyue's reading speed has been very fast since she became familiar with simplified Chinese, but this time, she read every word for a long time.

She raised her head, Shen Yanbing asked: "Do you think your father is such a person?"

Li Mingyue was silent—yes, wanted to nod, but finally shook her head.

"Maybe it's recorded in the history books, but it's not." She thought for a while, and seemed to understand Shen Yanbing's deep meaning, and added, "As the supreme ruler, he first safeguards the interests of his own class."

Li Mingyue spoke slowly, frowning, as if she was chewing on what she just said.

——This is a new concept she learned, and she didn't fully accept it.

Saying such words from the mouth of a real princess, Shen Yanbing was no less shocked than when Li Ming first accepted these views.

She relaxed and chuckled, "Are you really a princess?"

Li Mingyue realized what the other party meant, and leaned her head against the pillow while smiling, "It would be fine if it wasn't."

Shen Yanbing picked up her red scarf Aries from the mat on the ground, flicked Aries' head, and said softly, "Anyway, there is no princess now."

Limingyue laughed presumptuously.

Smiling and laughing, she felt a burst of sadness welling up from the bottom of her heart.

"To make all the people in the world live and work in peace and contentment." This was also her ideal.

She worked hard to climb the peak called imperial power, trying to defeat the ignorant and virtuous brother, but in the end she died.

Modern history books say that the feudal ruling class cruelly exploited the people. She used to think that the people at the bottom were not doing well, but she didn’t think that the nobles at the top had done anything wrong. Her highest evaluation of the nobles in the Prince’s Mansion was to be charitable and cherish the people. .

Those in authority are fans, not to mention those in authority who are vested interests.

Her ideal of a prosperous age cannot be truly realized in Jingchao.

Li Mingyue did not feel relieved soon after the communication.

"For the people of Liming, a wise monarch is better than a foolish one."

She seemed to comfort herself—her fight was not meaningless.

Shen Yanbing didn't know what she thought of, but she was still sure: "This is natural."

The feudal dynasties of different eras are also very different, and it is not a simple prosperous and troubled times - it can be summed up in a word.

Li Mingyue's words made Shen Yanbing fall into a deeper entanglement - which made her feel a little funny.

Her Royal Highness's sober cognition made her wonder if Empress Wu Zetian really advocated "the people's standard".

She smiled and shook her head, classifying Li Mingyue as an outlier in the ruling class.

Li Mingyue was silent, as if thinking about something.

She has studied ancient history and modern history for so long, and the more she understands, the more she feels her own nothingness—everything in her past—is floating, and the period of time she lived in is just a phantom of the universe.

"Is there anything I can believe in?" Li Mingyue suddenly remembered the famous three philosophical questions in the book. She didn't know who she was, where she came from, let alone where she was going.

The first half of her life was denied by history, and now she is like a wandering soul with nowhere to go.

Shen Yanbing noticed that she was not in a good condition, "What's the matter?"

Li Mingyue lowered her head, unable to express the vaguely lingering feeling in her heart.

After a while, she picked out two sentences and said: "My past is always being denied. Sometimes looking at history, I feel very meaningless."

It was rare for Shen Yanbing to have a heart-to-heart talk with her, and suddenly he was reminded of his feelings when he was studying history as an undergraduate, and he spoke after deliberation: "History is often just the annotations of today's people, but you - have always been you."

Li Mingyue was slightly stunned, she sank into Shen Yanbing's eyes, deep and charming.

The history books of the Jing Dynasty can dress up Princess Zhaoyue ostentatiously, and let posterity comment that she cannot separate the traces left on her by the past, and there is no need to forget it.

All - everything is shaping - a complete - her - the unique moon of dawn.

She became confident again, her brows and eyes stretched, revealing two dimples.

In the next few days, Shen Yanbing re-examined his thesis on the "historical reality" of drama, picked and typed the contents of the preliminary preparations, and gradually took shape.

She doesn't have much confidence in publishing, let alone whether she can pass the review of journal editors.

Li Mingyue, on the other hand, has been busy practicing painting, and other subjects have been temporarily put aside.

"I'm not good at meticulous painting."

She put down the Langhao brush and looked at Shen Yanbing who was walking over, "The studio teacher will be back tomorrow, and I only drew the first draft of a picture."

First, I found a partial drawing of a famous work as a copying model, and then revised the manuscript several times before it was finalized.

Shen Yanbing looked at the kingfisher on the branch just outlined on the silk paper, and the strokes were steady and delicate.

Li Mingyue didn't often paint fine brushwork, but in Jingchao, freehand brushwork was the most popular.

"Don't worry, one picture is enough." Shen Yanbing didn't feel relieved, "If you're worried, just write another picture."

Li Mingyue was puzzled by her calmness, "I'm afraid Teacher Liu will not be satisfied."

"Be confident in yourself." Shen Yanbing was not worried that the studio would not accept her. In her opinion, the level of Her Royal Highness has surpassed most of the students of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Li Mingyue shook her head: "I saw Chinese paintings and calligraphy in this world on the Internet, and I'm still far behind."

Shen Yanbing laughed: "You can't find all the famous ancient masters, right? This is to directly compare with the ancient masters."

Li Mingyue looked at her strangely, "What else?"

Shen Yanbing waved his hand and smiled at Yan Yan: "It's okay, don't be too stressed."

Li Mingyue nodded, turned her wrist, rested for a while, and started thinking about the paint again.

Shen Yanbing saw Her Royal Highness stay up late into the night for the first time.

On the desk in the living room, the silk paper is colored and rendered layer by layer, and the bluish-green kingfisher feathers are fully displayed, with both form and spirit, but the technique is a little green and not as smooth as it has been tempered for many years.

Shen Yanbing tasted it carefully, then raised his head: "Are you really not good at it?"

Li Mingyue is here—inscribed in small characters next to it, the handwriting is elegant and elegant, and the style still remains, "I can only copy, and I have no experience in painting with real objects."

It's already ten o'clock in the middle of the night.

Her Royal Highness left the tissue paper flat on the desk, went into the bathroom with a relaxed body, fell asleep after taking a shower.

Shen Yanbing didn't feel much sleepy yet, looked at this kingfisher study for a long time, took a photo and sent it to her elders in the family.

The next day, after waking up, Li Mingyue was not satisfied with how her painting looked.

"The state of painting at night is too bad."

She was about to redraw, but was stopped by Shen Yanbing, "It's just a study, that's all."

Li Mingyue frowned and insisted: "There are obvious problems with the dyeing method, it's a failure."

Shen Yanbing bent her fingers and patted her on the head: "Aren't all of you artists so perfectionist? If you continue like this, you won't be able to see Teacher Liu again."

"...Okay." Li Mingyue reluctantly agreed to keep this piece of work, "I'll write another one and take it with me."

Calligraphy is her strong point. After a few hours, she took out a work that she was barely satisfied with. After the ink dried, she rolled it up, changed her clothes, and was about to go out with great interest.

"At this time, will the teacher have a lunch break?"

Li Mingyue pursed her lips, regretting that she didn't have a mobile phone when she went to the studio, and didn't add He Ye's contact information.

"You worry a lot."

Shen Yanbing is most afraid of this kind of sunny day, driving a car, wearing ice sleeves and sunglasses, exuding an air of not getting close to strangers when he is not talking.

Li Mingyue's long hair was coiled up, her head was not very comfortable leaning against the back, she frowned, the hot sun made her narrow her eyes slightly, and she spoke a little: "Apprenticeship is a serious matter."

A smile appeared on Shen Yanbing's mouth, "Don't make any big gifts later, Teacher Liu will be frightened."

Before Li Mingyue came, he did a lot of research on the Internet about modern apprenticeships, but there was very little information.

She was a little puzzled, "Why are modern teachers different from ancient ones?"

In fact, what she wants to ask more is why modern students are so different.

She knew that Shen Yanbing was also a teacher, but she had never seen any students come to visit her, nor anyone who came to ask for advice.

Even though it's a holiday, it's too free.

She didn't even know what Shen Yanbing taught and how many students she had.

"Teachers are only hired to teach in the school, and the class they are assigned to is that class. It is not up to the teacher to control who the students are."

Shen Yanbing casually explained the modern education system, and then talked about academic qualifications and the college entrance examination. Li Mingyue listened carefully.

"You have finished your Ph.D. and are now a university teacher." Li Mingyue took her as a benchmark for understanding, "Sounds amazing."

Shen Yanbing had no choice but to laugh, "Do you think I look like a very powerful person?"

She is probably the most leisurely and poorest in the class.

Li Mingyue looked at her, half of her face was covered by brown sunglasses, her thin lips curled up slightly, her jaw line was tight and smooth, her straight back and neck were slender, even when she was helpless, she seldom made people feel sad The feeling, but a kind of calm demeanor.

She thought about it, and replied seriously: "Like."

Li Mingyue looked at the road ahead again, without explaining the reason.

The corner of Shen Yanbing's mouth curled up, but he didn't laugh out loud.

The author has something to say: *The contents of the asterisk are quoted from Guo Moruo’s historical drama "Wu Zetian" in the paper of "Literary Review".

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