Her Royal Highness The Princess From A Thousand Years Ago

Ms. Zheng Man's birthday is the next day.

Shen Yanbing used to stay in Shacheng for a period of summer vacation, so every year, she would naturally make serious preparations for her mother's birthday.

——Ms. Zheng Man doesn't like to make a big show, but there are too many relatives, friends and students in Shacheng, so she can't help it.

The birthday party was booked on the first floor of the hotel in the city center. Shen Yanbing sat at the table in the middle, watching the students or teachers who came forward to congratulate and give gifts, and took a sip of the freshly filled drink.

It is the orange juice that Her Highness the Princess prefers. Shen Yanbing, who had been wandering all the time, suddenly had this idea in his mind, and quickly dissipated in response to the pleasantries of the circle of people.

Probably due to more experience in the past few years, Zheng Ke was very successful in this kind of dinner. Many people immediately chatted with her after learning her identity.

Most of the people sitting at this table were relatives and friends, and Shen Yueran was also at the table, looking at the adults with those round eyes, while quickly eating all kinds of desserts.

"grandfather!"

Zheng Ke called out, and Shen Yanbing, who was playing with her mobile phone, raised her head immediately, got up and pulled out the seat beside her.

"Grandpa." She also called out.

Mr. Zheng is in his eighties, with gray hair but still in good spirits, "Hey, when did Yan Bing come back?"

"Yesterday." Shen Yanbing poured a cup of tea for the old man, and smiled at Yan Yan, "How has your food been recently?"

Grandpa Zheng laughed straight: "Very good!"

"Pay attention to your intestines and stomach." As soon as Shen Yanbing's words fell, someone immediately approached her with an exaggerated tone: "I've heard Mr. Zheng's name for a long time, it's like thunder."

Grandpa Zheng smiled and said, "Hello, hello."

Grandpa Zheng, whose real name is Zheng Dexing, is a well-known calligrapher and traditional Chinese painter in the contemporary art circle.

More and more people came here after hearing the news. Occasionally, some people tentatively asked about the recent Lanting Cup judging, and some people insinuated about the quota of the annual exhibition, and they were all confused with haha:

"I'm an old man, how can I worry so much."

Shen Yanbing sat next to him and had no choice but to collect a lot of business cards for his grandfather. The people who came were all good people. After a few casual chats, he knew what he knew, and he quickly left with a warm and reluctant tone.

"Where are they here for the birthday party?" Shen Yanbing folded up the business card and asked again, "Is it for Sister Ke?"

"Yes." Grandpa Zheng nodded, "Now Xiao Ke will take care of all these."

Zheng Ke was chatting with a few rookies, saw Shen Yanbing's gaze, smiled and toasted a glass of wine from the air.

Shen Yanbing chuckled, and asked grandpa: "What activities are there recently? The people who came here are so active."

"It's like this every year." Mr. Zheng sighed, thinking of the entries in the past few years, "I try to go astray, and the atmosphere is getting worse and worse."

Ms. Zheng Man, the protagonist of the birthday party, was talking to the students one by one. From time to time, new teachers from the major came to make friends.

Shen Yanbing got used to it year by year, sitting and eating with Mr. Zheng without much interest-after doing this, few people could have a good meal with peace of mind.

I tried my best to find someone to bring in the banquet, and I was afraid that I would miss some "connection resources" if I didn't pay attention, so I had to look around with my neck up, repeating the draft in my heart, and eating became the least important thing.

Ms. Zheng Man's and Mr. Zheng Dexing's birthdays are every fifth day, so it must be like this, and they cannot be easily controlled by themselves.

Shen Yanbing noticed that Shen Yueran on the opposite side was clamoring to go back to watch cartoons. Her grandmother greeted Ms. Zheng Man and left the scene lovingly leading the child.

Mr. Zheng chewed slowly, looked at the junior of the Shen family, and smiled: "It looks like you when you were young."

Shen Yanbing was speechless, "I'm not that noisy."

"Indeed." Mr. Zheng suddenly asked, "Has Tongzhou contacted you recently?"

Shen Tongzhou is Shen Yanbing's father. He was transferred to the Beijing Institute of Biological Sciences a few years ago, and he can only see him a few times during the Chinese New Year.

As a well-known professor of the School of Biological Sciences, Shen Tongzhou is much busier than Zheng Man, a celebrity in the History Department. Shen Yanbing has been used to a deserted home since he was a child.

Unlike his mother who keeps in touch with his mother by phone once a month, his father Shen Tongzhou's time is quite uncertain. Sometimes he may not say a word for a few months, and sometimes he can greet him continuously for three days in a row, which shows his fatherly attitude.

Although he has the bonus of a tall and considerate and funny childhood image, and is fooled by the name of the leader of the national project, Shen Yanbing has long passed the age of admiration.

She understated: "I contacted my mother before her birthday."

Shen Tongzhou, the person in charge who speaks one word on the outside, still has to worry about his wife's birthday gift internally - after so many years, all that can be given has been given out.

On this point, Shen Yanbing agreed with her father very much. She also took great pains to choose a gift.

When she told her grandfather, Mr. Zheng laughed heartily: "He, coming back is the greatest gift."

"As for you, of course you bring someone back to reassure her!"

Shen Yanbing was helpless: "What age is this, you are an intellectual after all..."

"The intellectuals don't talk about love, don't they get married?" Mr. Zheng retorted, recalling what he had heard about the granddaughter's situation, and sighed, "I'm fine if you bring a baby girl back."

Shen Yanbing supported his forehead: "...Who told you."

"Can't I know?" Mr. Zheng said seriously, "I think they all know."

Shen Yanbing: "..." She was careless, Zheng Ke didn't talk to the family members at all.

But it also just saved her the trouble of explaining.

The birthday party was still lively until after one o'clock in the afternoon. Many people were reluctant to leave, and they seemed to want to drink until the evening.

Shen Yanbing didn't move around much, but still couldn't escape the fate of being greeted and toasted constantly.

"Hello, Auntie." She put on a smile and greeted the teachers of Shacheng University. A group of intellectuals were unexpectedly moved. After asking about resumes and marriage, Shen Yanbing had a polite expression, and was finally relieved by the phone ringing.

"Sorry." She stretched out her hand to avoid people who were too close, and walked out of the corridor.

Calling is not the moon of dawn.

Shen Yanbing listened to the sound of sales promotion from customer service, and looked at the people coming and going, "Thank you, no need."

She hung up the phone and exhaled.

Li Mingyue's challenge of living alone seemed to be going well. She glanced at her phone, and the takeaway order for her had also been received smoothly.

She clicked on the dialogue box between the two, entered a line of words, thought about it, and deleted them one by one.

But at the next moment of her hesitation, Li Mingyue suddenly sent a photo.

——It’s a takeaway that’s just been opened and ready to eat.

Shen Yanbing smiled, and the other party sent another voice, she clicked on it and turned down the volume, Her Royal Highness's clear voice was rare, it was close to the ear, and it was quite intimate.

She said: "The takeaway doesn't seem to be as good as it used to be."

Shen Yanbing subconsciously felt that the other party had deep meaning, and typed: "Don't be picky."

After typing, she thought about it again, deleted all of them, and pressed the voice: "Next time, change to another one."

She sent it, and Li Mingyue quickly replied with a second voice: "Okay."

Her Royal Highness's handwriting input is always very slow, Shen Yanbing subconsciously excuses, anyway, it's not purposely to talk to himself.

The chat records of the two were broken here, Shen Yanbing returned to the main table, and left with her grandfather with her bag.

The flowers and plants outside the duplex building were well-groomed, and the interior was very deserted. After Zheng Ke sent Ms. Zheng Man back, the house barely became lively.

"Gift."

Shen Yanbing showed the stack of out-of-print books, and Zheng Man was very happy, "You still remember it."

"There is a Taobao bookstore in the center of Bincheng City, which is very good." Shen Yanbing put it aside, and Zheng Man received all kinds of gifts every year during the festival, and these are not rare.

She took out another gift box.

"Why, what else?"

Mr. Zheng also looked over, and Zheng Ke joked: "It's different after work."

"A gift from a friend." Shen Yanbing unfolded the scroll. The page was not big. There was a "Shou" in seal script and two lines of small blessings beside it.

Ms. Zheng Man looked at it for a while, and said, "Good word."

She turned this work in front of Mr. Zheng and smiled, "Dad, come and take a look."

"Dare to send you a letter on your birthday, it must be a little bit of confidence." Mr. Zheng smiled and looked carefully, "Oh, this level."

Mr. Zheng looked up at Shen Yanbing who sent the painting, "Which emerging calligrapher do I know?"

He looked carefully at the inscription again, and exclaimed: "Li Mingyue, where is the treasure left in the sea?"

"A friend I met in Bincheng." Shen Yanbing chuckled, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Zheng Ke leaned over, "Since when did you have such a powerful calligrapher by your side?"

After all, Shen Yanbing has basically been insulated from art since high school.

"The masters are among the people." Shen Yanbing replied casually, "She is just a young girl who has just grown up and didn't go to the Academy of Fine Arts."

This is surprising.

Ms. Zheng Man looked at her: "Which family is this the heir?"

Mr. Zheng and Shen Yanbing shook their heads at the same time, and said calmly: "No, this doesn't look like it. It's a bit of an ancient school, and I can't say which one it looks like."

"It doesn't matter, I just came to participate in the exhibition!" Zheng Ke has a little experience in calligraphy practice, but now spares no effort to promote the tradition. "In the second half of this year, I will plan the Shacheng Lanting Exhibition."

Shen Yanbing also became interested, "How to vote, how to select?"

"I will send you the information on the official website later." Zheng Ke said seriously, "Don't worry, there is absolutely no official decision. I do this for the sake of fairness and justice."

Shen Yanbing chuckled, "Let's talk about it later, my friend is more reserved."

"You must come! This is the trend now. The introverted and the timid are starved to death, and those who dare to vote and operate." Zheng Ke lifted his eyelids, "You can't believe it. What is it?"

Ms. Zheng Man is obviously not surprising, "Don't make blind promises and blend in."

"Of course." Zheng Ke got up and walked to Mr. Zheng who was still appreciating the word seriously, "How can you impress people without works?"

Zheng Ke and Shen Yanbing had a good life since they were young, and they were well educated in art, and they learned a lot about the arrogance of literati. It is impossible to impress them.

Ms. Zheng Man hung up the picture, and the old man was still smacking carefully, "Is this really written by a little girl?"

"What are you doing to lie to you?" Shen Yanbing smiled, "If there is a chance in the future, we can meet each other."

Mr. Zheng made an exaggerated expression: "Okay."

Shen Yanbing mentioned that Li Mingyue was studying traditional Chinese painting again, and Master Zheng was fooled into saying that he would accept apprentices in the future.

Ms. Zheng Man looked at the lively Shen Yanbing, and suddenly said, "You don't think you have a crush on this girl surnamed Li, do you?"

The living room was silent for two seconds, and Shen Yanbing replied: "...you think too much."

"It's okay, you can appreciate it!" Zheng Ke laughed, "Isn't it normal to like people after liking works."

Shen Yanbing was speechless: "Did you say it?"

Mr. Zheng also seemed to understand something, "We are not some old-fashioned people."

Shen Yanbing broke his guard, "...whatever."

The author has something to say: 520, an ordinary day.

I wish you all a happy day and meet your beloved soon!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Tiana1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Changqiao lying wave; 2 bottles of kleinlunemoon and Baiju gap;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!