Her Royal Highness The Princess From A Thousand Years Ago

Before going to bed at night, Shen Yueran ran into the guest bedroom, wanting to sleep with Li Mingyue.

Shen Yanbing: "Are you going to abandon Rab?"

Shen Yueran looked embarrassed, "It's just for one night, Rab won't mind."

The Labrador in the back wagged its tail and looked at her angrily.

Shen Yueran: "Okay, good night, Sister Li."

Li Mingyue stood by the door and smiled, "Good night."

Shen Yanbing was about to close the door, but Shen Yueran held it down, and finally, under the pressure of the other party, the little girl let go, "Good night, little sister."

Li Mingyue held back her smile, "She's so cute."

"Troublemaker." Shen Yanbing replied, suddenly remembered something, "Do you like children?"

Li Mingyue inexplicably understood the meaning of the other party, and replied quickly: "I like other people's children."

When she chose to be with Shen Yanbing, she was ready not to marry or have children.

Shen Yanbing just smiled and didn't speak.

When leaving the next day, Shen Yueran bid farewell to Li Mingyue affectionately, cheerfully, "Will I be able to see Sister Li on the weekend next month?"

"Teach you to practice calligraphy." Li Mingyue bent down with a smile, and Shen Yueran wanted to hook her up, "Don't lie!"

It was cloudy outside, and there was a tendency to rain again soon, Shen Yanbing looked at Li Mingyue who was still comforting the child, stood outside the door and urged, waited for the elevator, and said, "The weekend will not be peaceful in the future."

"Yue Ran is very sensible." Li Mingyue said, "You need to be more patient."

Shen Yanbing was incredulous: "I'm not patient with her yet?"

"It's okay, just be patient with me." Li Mingyue smiled at her and took her arm.

Shen Yanbing smiled helplessly. She admitted that she had no patience in the past and would simply do everything alone, but her mentality has become much more peaceful in the past few years.

If not, on the first day Li Mingyue appeared, she would have sent this obvious big trouble away.

Li Mingyue put her head in front of her eyes, Shen Yanbing smiled, and brushed her uncomfortably smooth hair behind her ears.

The journey went smoothly, and when we got back to the apartment in the West District, the rain gradually started to increase. The clothes on the balcony had already been taken away, and only the bamboo chairs were exposed to the wind and rain.

Li Mingyue asked: "Can I grow things after this rain?"

Some time ago, the sun has been shining brightly, which is not suitable for planting.

"Yes." Shen Yanbing walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the balcony space, "But we haven't bought vegetable troughs and soil yet."

Li Mingyue turned her head and raised her voice in surprise: "Buy soil?"

"Do you want to buy the soil too?" Li Mingyue couldn't help frowning when she recalled the plants and the land under the brick road she saw in modern times.

Shen Yanbing smiled, "If you are willing to dig downstairs with a shovel and bucket, that's fine too."

Limingyue: "...buy it."

However, Li Mingyue fell ill before the planting task started.

Probably because of the cool breeze in the mid-autumn night, I didn't pay much attention to the sneezing at that time, and I didn't mention the headache when I woke up this morning.

Li Mingyue lay on the sofa, Shen Yanbing glanced at the thermometer after measuring, "I have a fever."

This is the first time since Liming month that I have a cold and fever in modern times.

Shen Yanbing's concerns remained undiminished, and he secretly asked his friends who were studying medicine, but he still didn't dare to take medicine without authorization, and sighed: "I should have taken you for a physical examination earlier."

She twisted the quilt for Li Mingyue, went to the kitchen and brought out the hot ginger soup, Li Mingyue held the bowl to warm her hands, and carefully sipped it.

"Dizzy?" Shen Yanbing asked.

Li Mingyue shook her head, "I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Her voice was nasal, chaotic and hoarse, and she shut up after she finished speaking.

Shen Yanbing hesitated, but still gave her some cold medicine, "Try it, drink it before going to sleep."

Li Mingyue was obedient, drank the sweet and bitter potion, wrapped in a quilt, lay on the sofa and closed her eyes.

Shen Yanbing felt a little relieved, took the laptop in the study to the coffee table, and stood aside to work.

The sound of the wind and rain outside became quieter again.

Since Li Mingyue came, Shen Yanbing was always very sensitive to rainy days, for fear that a thunderstorm would make Her Royal Highness disappear.

Her fingers slid nimbly on the touchpad, and the computer pages kept changing, and she couldn't sink her mind.

The publishing house still has a long deadline for soliciting manuscripts, so it can be released first.

The list of associate professors from the Faculty of Liberal Arts has also come out this time. There are three candidates, but only one place. The materials submitted by Shen Yanbing are the most outstanding.

Her eyes flicked over the names of several other people, and she remembered that one of them was a disciple of the dean, and the other was the person who criticized her new thesis the most in the school.

Shen Yanbing closed the webpage.

Zhou Ying also saw the news. Wechat lamented that one of them participated in a national social science fund project in charge of the dean. Shen Yanbing paused, "I heard."

Last year, when she applied for the Youth Fund, she happened to bump into this colleague, and the hospital gave him the recommended quota, but she got stuck at the provincial level, failed to win the bid, and finally entered the dean's project.

"He has nothing to do with me. I don't believe it. He obviously has no ability, and he is doing his best every day. I heard that the assistant to the dean will be him by default."

Shen Yanbing didn't know this, thinking of the deputy senior professional title selection, her lips pursed slightly.

"Please, won't you try to fight for it? You have published an authoritative journal! See, the academy hasn't published an article for several years!" Zhou Ying sent a series of emoticons, but Shen Yanbing was very calm, "It's okay."

In fact, she is not so deeply obsessed with the title of deputy senior, but more dissatisfied with the school's overly blatant operations.

Zhou Ying was still thinking about it, and finally concluded with one sentence, "It's a pity that you stay in Binda."

Shen Yanbing just laughed it off.

Her ideal ivory tower has long been shattered. Although Binda's interpersonal relationship is also troublesome, in her eyes, it is still far less complicated than the capital city with many colleges and universities.

Although she is still writing articles and submitting projects, there is no mandatory requirement on her head. If she does not go well, she can live in style like Zhou Ying. It is also in this environment that she can have time to write novel characters. Biography, published all the way to the column.

In the same school she still has contact with, there are many brothers and sisters who have lost a lot of hair in the capital and started taking antidepressant and anti-anxiety drugs.

The rain outside has completely stopped, and it feels like it has cleared up.

Shen Yanbing turned his head and looked at Li Mingyue's sleeping face, feeling a sense of peace in his heart.

The shadow of the painting and calligraphy world is no higher than that of other academic circles. She put down her laptop and silently thought about Li Mingyue's future path.

——She has never been so fortunate that the Zheng family has a sufficient status in the industry.

If Li Mingyue can enter Grandpa's door, the criticism and obstacles she will face in the future will be much smaller.

She also thought of Ms. Zheng Man, who is quite authoritative in history. When she resolutely switched from history to Chinese, Ms. Zheng Man only said, "Go if you don't regret it."

Without the halo of invisibility, Shen Yanbing has stumbled at the beginning and now independently publishes papers in authoritative journals. People around her no longer pay attention to her family background.

But her road to promotion is still bumpy.

Zhou Ying would laugh at her for not knowing how to use resources. If she stayed in the history department, the Deputy Higher Zhenggao would definitely have a smooth journey.

Shen Yanbing didn't refute, she knew it was the truth - Zheng Man didn't need to say anything or do something deliberately, as long as Shen Yanbing was of a decent level, everyone in the field would be willing to give a little favor.

It's just that Shen Yanbing doesn't want to.

But at this moment, she looked at Li Mingyue, wishing for the first time that she could protect him to walk on the road of calligraphy and painting smoothly, and not be troubled by dirty and unfair things.

Shen Yanbing never knew that she could have such a double standard.

She was meditating quietly, staring at Li Mingyue ecstatically.

Li Mingyue's eyelids trembled slightly, and she slowly woke up with the back of her hand resting on her eyes.

"Is it better?" Shen Yanbing went to fetch warm water, handed it to her mouth, and asked her to drink it slowly.

She reached out to touch Li Mingyue's forehead, frowning, "Still burning?"

Li Mingyue's eyes were sleepy, her voice was low and hoarse, "Dizzy, my body hurts."

She lay powerlessly on the pillow, her face and skin slowly turning red.

Shen Yanbing was worried about the virus, and his heart immediately sank.

Li Mingyue vaguely heard Shen Yanbing's phone call, and then she was lifted up, but her legs had no strength at all, and she tried to open her eyes for a while, then closed them tiredly.

Opening her eyes again, it was a clean and completely unfamiliar environment, Li Mingyue unconsciously grasped the quilt tightly, and quietly listened to the surrounding situation.

It is a hospital.

This place suddenly popped up in her mind, the place where the disease was treated, which she had seen on TV.

There is another bed of patients next to them. They are an elderly couple. The grandfather is guarding the old woman and talking in a low voice.

Li Mingyue opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, smelling the smell of disinfectant in the room, she couldn't help frowning.

Finally, the door opened and Shen Yanbing came in, followed by a young female doctor.

"Are you awake?" Shen Yanbing quickly approached, seeing Li Mingyue with a normal complexion, he was finally relieved.

Li Mingyue turned her head away from her, Shen Yanbing smiled, and squeezed her palm, "I've been out for a while now, to fill out the form."

Li Mingyue turned her head and looked at her: "Am I sick?"

She instinctively rejected such a ward and the smell of disinfectant.

"One more infusion will be enough." Shen Yanbing patted her head, "I've already done blood test and flu test, don't worry."

Li Mingyue has a special background. At first, Shen Yanbing only wanted to use traditional Chinese medicine for treatment, but the high fever persisted for a long time. In the end, he made up his mind to ask the hospital for infusion, but he dared not use antibiotics.

"I'm an adult now, my immunity is too weak, I need to pay attention to nutrition and exercise more." The female doctor interjected, looking at the two people who were intimate, and sighed, "It's hard to be so nervous even with a cold."

The doctor was obviously an acquaintance of Shen Yanbing, Li Mingyue finally noticed him and smiled embarrassedly.

Shen Yanbing finally showed a smile, "Thank you very much today, treat me another day."

If she hadn't been in a hurry, she wouldn't have gone out of her way to find her old friend. Fortunately, there were still vacant beds in the double room today.

"I've never seen you so anxious before." Dr. Lin teased, and looked at Li Mingyue again, "It seems that the calmness in the past is just because you didn't meet the right person."

Shen Yanbing scolded her with a smile, and justified, "Can illness be the same as other things?"

In a person's life, birth, old age, sickness and death are the most important things.

Li Mingyue is such a special person, if she can treat her calmly, she will not be calm but cold-blooded.

Li Mingyue pursed her lips slightly, and her exposed left hand clasped Shen Yanbing's fingers tightly.

Shen Yanbing turned to look at her and gave her a comforting smile.

Dr. Lin had already finished his shift, and he just came to visit for a few moments, gave a casual explanation for a few breaks, and then left.

The curtains in the ward were drawn and the lights were bright. Li Mingyue looked at Shen Yanbing carefully, and noticed that the hair that was ironed in the opposite direction was a little messy, his face was tired, and he was obviously in a bad state.

She glanced at the wall clock, only to realize that it was late at night.

Shen Yanbing was still holding her hand, sitting beside the hospital bed, not looking at his phone.

She watched over her princess patiently.

The author has something to say: Limingyue: Just be patient with me.

Shen Yanbing smiled helplessly.

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Fuyasha in the Spider Mountain, and Yu Qingtang, I ate a bottle of steamed stuffed bun;

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