Her Royal Highness The Princess From A Thousand Years Ago

There was much more activity at night than during the day.

Shen Yanbing doesn't want to go out, but there is a cousin Zheng Ke who loves to make troubles.

"I remember you used to sing a lot."

In the KTV, Zheng Ke handed her the microphone, and the strangers of the same generation around him booed, "Come on!"

Shen Yanbing had a headache for a while, and she rarely participated in such activities after graduating from university.

The original sound was still singing in the box, and the colorful flashing lights were spinning around. She didn't intend to be a spoiler of the atmosphere, so she took the microphone cooperatively, "Just one song."

Zheng Ke cheered, "Applause! Flowers! Pour wine!"

Shen Yanbing helped her forehead, she remembered the restaurant in Bincheng last time, she even took the initiative to sing on stage for a doll, every time she thought about coming, she had a subtle feeling of being possessed that night.

The boy's roaring and singing pulled her into reality. After the song was over, she went to the karaoke machine and slid through the playlist, and finally clicked "May I Live Long" again.

——This occasion is not suitable for soft songs.

Not for Dawn Moon either.

Shen Yanbing took the microphone with a smile, and began to sing amidst the occasional chatter of the crowd.

She usually rushed to beat the beat when she sang, but this time it was a few beats slower, and she didn't tune up correctly in the end. Fortunately, she didn't care about it herself. When she stood there, she came out with a confident aura, and no one cared about whether her pitch was inaccurate.

I remember the last time I sang this song, it was still on the top of Wuhuang Mountain. To be precise, I just hummed a few words.

Because Li Mingyue likes it very much——from this point of view, it is really a very simple matter to make Her Royal Highness happy.

After the song was over, Shen Yanbing sat back on the sofa and handed the microphone to the others.

"It's okay." Zheng Ke poured her some wine, "Why don't you look very happy when you come back this time?"

"Is there?" Shen Yanbing didn't care, "That's not it."

Zheng Ke pursed her lips into a straight line on purpose, and looked at her suspiciously, "Is lovelorn so hard on people?"

"Where are you going?" Shen Yanbing took a sip of beer, and put it down again if he didn't like the taste, "It's probably a fault of idleness."

"Hey, what do you want to do to beat the workers?" Zheng Ke made a joke, and looked at her seriously, "There are many troubles in school?"

New teachers who first came to the university to teach should not have such a free time. Although Bencheng University does not have the pressure to be promoted or leave, there are still many trivia and topics.

Shen Yanbing took another sip of wine, and rarely confided: "I'm afraid I'm already on the dean's blacklist."

"...Shouldn't this be my specialty?" Zheng Ke laughed, "What's the big deal, where's your department head?"

Shen Yanbing thought about her unpublished empress paper, "I'm about to offend you too."

Zheng Ke comforted: "It's okay, I can't fire you anyway."

Shen Yanbing also laughed, "Anyway, my sideline income already exceeds that of being a teacher."

"This is you." Zheng Ke filled her with wine and began to gossip again, "Is there really no one around you now?"

Shen Yanbing didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, "What do you think?"

"I guess that calligrapher is Li Mingyue." Zheng Ke teased.

Shen Yanbing looked at her straight in the eye, "Really not."

Forget about Shen Yuan and his wife, she really didn't understand why they recognized this relationship at a glance.

"Your expression is wrong, my good sister." Zheng Ke laughed straight, "I'm pretty young, right? Don't tell me I'm your student."

"..." Shen Yanbing remembered the several times Li Mingyue had called Teacher Shen, with a delicate expression, "Of course not."

Most of the friends that Zheng Ke brought were people from the literary and art circles, and everyone played in a reasonable manner. The rotating colorful lights were turned off, chatting in small groups, and occasionally a few gathered in a circle to play cards. What an earth-shattering Maiba spell song.

"Professor Zheng originally wanted me to take everyone to the tea court to enjoy the paintings." Zheng Ke smiled, and said so, but brought everyone to the KTV, "Please, young people should look a little younger Well!"

Everyone laughed together and toasted: "Sister Ke——"

Shen Yanbing also laughed, the people around her had noticed her long ago, they found the right time to chat with her, managed to get acquainted with her, and before leaving, they took the initiative to add to WeChat.

The people in the box gradually thinned out, and Shen Yanbing thought of her peers who had been carefully talking with her just now, and said with emotion: "I'm not a big shot, why should they be so cautious."

Zheng Ke sneered, "What are you talking about?"

Shen Yanbing smiled slightly - this is one of the reasons why she hates Shacheng.

No matter where you go, you can't get around the halo of the elders.

The next day, as expected, Shen Yanbing received invitations from new friends. She nestled on the sofa downstairs, replying one message after another bored.

Ms. Zheng Man: "It's rare for you to come back once, why don't you go for a walk?"

"It's too hot outside." Shen Yanbing refused politely one by one without raising his head.

"Zheng Ke said that you are not good at Binda?"

Shen Yanbing convinced her cousin's big mouth, "It's okay."

It's just that he offended all the leaders in the courtyard, and incidentally got out of the closet under the publicity of his ex-girlfriend.

Zheng Man couldn't understand her idle state, so she couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Didn't you ask me to recommend a laboratory last time? Are you interested in archaeology again?"

Li Mingyue thought of Jing Chao's clothing and jewelry that had been sent back from the Appraisal Institute some time ago, and thought about it: "I helped a friend of Shen Yuan get it, I'm really free."

Attending classes, working on papers, leading projects, and accepting manuscripts on side jobs may seem easy, but the pressure has never stopped.

Having nothing to do at home, in the afternoon, Shen Yanbing still went out under the sun.

She went to the calligraphy gallery run by Zheng Ke - it hasn't officially started yet, and now all the appreciation works on weekdays are hung.

Most of the scattered people in the corridor are young college students, occasionally there are a few middle-aged people, and the overall space is very empty.

Zheng Ke didn't care, "Now that the market economy is so developed, it's normal that pure art is getting colder and colder."

"You drive in this area, so you haven't lost any money?" Shen Yanbing casually asked, looking at the decoration of the exhibition, suddenly saw someone walking towards her.

"This is a cooperation with the Book Association, and it is also considered a national project." Zheng Ke answered and saw the visitor, "Hey, is it your friend?"

The person who came was wearing a dress and light makeup, seeing Shen Yanbing's face with unstoppable surprise and surprise.

Shen Yanbing was also surprised: "Still?"

Song Yiran blinked playfully: "You didn't even say a word when you came back."

The two are college roommates and fellow villagers. Since Shen Yanbing told her about her boyfriend Qiu Feng's style when they parted ways at the restaurant last time, they haven't had much contact with each other.

Shen Yanbing was surprised by how small the world was, "It's only for two or three days, why are you here?"

"My family is sick, and I just passed by here when I came back to visit." Song Yiran frowned, and made a small joke, "Come and see the art, let's influence it, maybe it will turn it off?"

Shen Yanbing saw that she was not in a good condition, and said a few words of relief.

Zheng Ke and Song Yiran exchanged business cards: "Calligraphy cultivates self-cultivation, reading characters is like reading people. If Ms. Song is interested, you may wish to come and experience it during the Lanting Exhibition."

Song still expressed his gratitude, and Zheng Ke went forward to chat with other people alone, leaving the two familiar people alone.

After a long time no see, the two chatted about work and mutual friends, Song Yiran suddenly asked: "Do you still have contact with Xu Nuo?"

Shen Yanbing raised her eyebrows slightly, she remembered that Song Yiran should not know Xu Nuo.

"Do you still have contacts with Qiu Feng?" Her tone was flat, as if she was discussing some art theory.

Song still turned his head away from her, staring at a freehand landscape painting, "He said that he has canceled his engagement with Miss Xu Nuo."

Shen Yanbing was a little surprised, Qiu Feng didn't feel like a prodigal son who would turn back, and Song Yiran didn't seem like someone who could be coaxed back so easily.

Zhou Ying also said before that the two broke up neatly and cleanly.

Sure enough, things like feelings are clear to the authorities, but to the bystanders.

Song Yiran met Qiu Feng when he was in a relationship for the first time. Shen Yanbing subconsciously wanted to persuade him directly, but in the end he held back and only answered the previous question: "I have no contact with Xu Nuo."

Song Yiran's mood fluctuated, and his tone was a little urgent: "Are you really not together?"

Obviously, during this period of time, she has figured out the complicated relationship between several people.

Shen Yanbing's face was calm: "If you still rely on this to make sure that Qiu Feng and Xu Nuo have nothing to do with each other, please be careful."

Song Yiran's face changed slightly, and finally he let out a long sigh: "I'm too insecure."

Shen Yanbing remained silent, Song Yiran took a deep look at her, and then turned to look at these works of art that he had no relationship with, "Actually, I don't know how to appreciate them at all."

Her heart was a little anxious, and her tone became tough: "But I can't show it."

Song Yiran raised his head suddenly: "I want to blend in with you."

After finishing speaking, she laughed to herself, staring at the parallel prose and running script, without speaking for a long time.

Shen Yanbing and Song still have known each other for many years, and she never thought that the other party buried such a deep desire - she always felt that the two were in the same circle.

All the consolation seemed pale, Shen Yanbing had to admit the subtle influence of her family background on her.

In the silence, her phone rang.

The embarrassing situation was broken, Shen Yanbing breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw the call, his heart tightened again.

——What can Her Highness Princess do to find her right now?

Song still paid attention to her calmly.

Shen Yanbing answered the phone, but there was no sound from the other side.

She couldn't help frowning: "In?"

A few seconds later, Li Mingyue's voice came: "I am here."

Before Shen Yanbing could continue to ask, Li Mingyue said again: "Your girlfriend is here."

It was as if the mute button had been pressed around, and Shen Yanbing didn't react for a few seconds.

"...Who are you talking about?"

Li Mingyue spoke very slowly, "She said her name is Xu Nuo."

Shen Yanbing walked away expressionlessly, avoiding Song Yiran's curious gaze, "...Correct me, it's my ex-girlfriend."

"Oh."

Shen Yanbing imagined Her Royal Highness nodding obediently, feeling as powerless as if she had said nothing.

She continued to ask, "What is she here for?"

"Return your things." Li Mingyue paused, "She also said that she and Qiu Feng will get married at the end of this year."

"..." Shen Yanbing looked at Song Yiran through the screen, feeling that what happened today was too coincidental.

Xu Nuo mentioned that she wanted to return her things at the bar last time, but after being deleted, she couldn't be contacted, so she ran directly to her house, which is also like her style.

——But Shen Yanbing still has to sigh with emotion, Xu Nuo is too good at picking his day.

She didn't have much nostalgia for heartbreak, but there are still people who are indulging in this illusion.

Li Mingyue didn't hear her response for a long time, and asked softly, "Are you sad?"

"...No." Shen Yanbing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but remembered to ask, "Aren't you surprised?"

The two talked about girlfriends and same-sex marriage, but they were only introduced as normal modern common sense. She had never come out to Her Royal Highness.

Shen Yanbing's question was a bit random, but Li Mingyue understood.

The air-conditioning in the exhibition hall was fully turned on, and Li Mingyue's voice came to his ears through the mobile phone, without the sound of scorching breathing.

Instead of answering directly, she asked, "Then will you like me?"

The author has something to say: thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of learning today; 5 bottles of Xiao Ding doing things;

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