Her Royal Highness The Princess From A Thousand Years Ago

Shen Yanbing has been sitting by the side with Li Mingyue.

Li Mingyue lay down and closed her eyes to let her go to sleep, Shen Yanbing shook her head: "Wait until you fall asleep."

She had no choice but to close her eyes obediently, and tried her best to make herself fall asleep again after sleeping for a long time.

The old man in the bed next to him was already asleep, and his wife left with his things, and waved to Shen Yanbing who was still with him.

Li Mingyue asked in a low voice: "When we grow old, will you accompany me like this?"

"Of course." Shen Yanbing straightened her hair that was scattered behind her head, "But you must be in good health, and you won't be hospitalized."

Li Mingyue smiled: "Okay, you too."

Then she closed her eyes, her mind was at peace, her eyelids stopped fluttering, and she rested comfortably.

After a long time, when she fell asleep, Shen Yanbing leaned over and kissed her on the lips lightly, the shadow of approaching her stayed for a moment, and finally got up and left.

After closing the door and turning off the lights, Li Mingyue turned over, squinted her eyes, recalling the temperature of the corners of her lips.

The next day, Shen Yanbing brought breakfast for Li Mingyue. After eating, she had a low fever again. Dr. Lin came to make rounds without rushing, "It's still as I said yesterday, just hang another bottle of water."

Li Mingyue had no memory at all during the infusion yesterday, but now seeing the needle, she couldn't help but want to shrink back.

Shen Yanbing smiled, "It really doesn't hurt, it will pass in no time."

Li Mingyue frowned slightly as she looked at the transparent tube that was pushed over to hang the bottle and hang down: "I want to go back."

"Why are you like a child?" Shen Yanbing deliberately laughed at her, walked to the other side, and held her other hand, "Look at this side, not at the needle."

Li Mingyue looked at her sideways, and Shen Yanbing moved closer to stroke her hair. When they looked at each other, there was a cold sting on the back of her hand, Li Mingyue's face froze, and Shen Yanbing gently pinched her cheek, "It's ready."

Turning the head, the needle has been inserted, the paper tape is firmly attached, and there is no backflow of blood.

"How long will it take?" Li Mingyue asked with downcast eyes.

The nurse adjusted the infusion speed and replied with a smile, "It will take more than two hours."

Shen Yanbing thanked her, waited for the other party to push the cart away, opened the tablet she brought over, opened the video software, and sat beside Li Mingyue to relieve boredom.

Each person has one earphone, the earphone cable is hanging down, Shen Yanbing is afraid of being ripped off, so he moves his head closer.

The movie was chosen by Limingyue, a famous romance movie released in recent years.

——It's also a famous bad movie, which Shen Yanbing usually wouldn't open.

Li Mingyue took it very seriously.

"If I also get a disease that cannot be cured, can I not stay in the hospital?" Li Mingyue said, "I still have a lot of places to go."

Shen Yanbing looked at the manic protagonist in the ward in the movie, "Don't say unlucky words."

Li Mingyue lowered her head, "I hate hospitals."

"We'll be leaving later." Shen Yanbing held her other hand, "Don't think about this."

Shen Yanbing was more than she thought.

Before meeting Li Mingyue, she had never believed in metaphysics, but now, she is in awe of all unknown forces.

The old lady in the bed next to them looked at them a few more times, her eyes were cloudy.

When his wife came, he said angrily, "Don't bother, let me go home."

The wife refused to say anything, the two sighed, and the ward fell into a sad silence.

Shen Yanbing couldn't watch the movie, so he paid close attention to the old couple.

After the movie on the tablet was over, Shen Yanbing took off the earphones for Li Mingyue, and changed a bottle halfway through, and now it's almost finished.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar. Before the second time, Li Mingyue let go of her courage, carefully staring at the back of her hand where the needle was inserted, looking at the hanging bottle, feeling novel and advanced.

"Did it get into my body like this?"

"Yes." Seeing that the other party was interested, Shen Yanbing emphasized helplessly, "Don't rely on these. If you can take medicine, don't get an injection."

Li Mingyue whispered, "I don't want to come to the hospital either."

After a while, the bottle bottomed out, Shen Yanbing rang the bell, and the nurse came to remove the needle.

This time, Li Mingyue simply stared at the opponent's movements, without any fear at all.

Shen Yanbing almost felt that the previous behavior of the other party was lying to him.

When leaving, it was the first time that Li Mingyue really walked in the cold corridor of the hospital. Nurses and white coats shuttled occasionally, and more patients and their families. The smell of disinfectant mixed with the smell of medicine and the breath of patients. The floor has an indescribably deserted feeling.

After leaving the hospital, breathing the fresh air outside, Li Mingyue felt a sense of new life.

Going home by car, she leaned her head against the car window, looked at this strange road, and secretly prayed that she would never come again.

But that night, when Shen Yanbing took her temperature, she still had a low fever.

"I don't feel it." Li Mingyue touched her forehead, her cheeks were a little flushed, "I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Shen Yanbing was not at ease at all. After Li Mingyue fell asleep, she woke up frequently in the middle of the night, and got up many times to test the other party's body temperature.

No signs of a high fever, but still hot.

Can ancient people really resist modern viruses?Shen Yanbing leaned against the head of Heiye's bed, prayed for the gods and Buddhas for the first time, closed his eyes, but did not feel sleepy.

The Mid-Autumn Festival holiday is over, and I go to work on Monday, Li Mingyue's body temperature can be considered to have returned to normal.

In the past two days, Shen Yanbing's condition was worse than Li Mingyue, the real patient.

Li Mingyue hesitated to speak: "I'm really healed. When I was in Jingchao, the wind and cold would last for a long time."

This time is not too long for her.

Shen Yanbing was driving the car with a haggard face, and calmly said: "Don't catch cold in the future."

"I don't want to either." Li Mingyue replied, seeing the other person's face, she replied again, "Okay."

It turned out that Shen Yanbing was unreasonable sometimes, she thought.

There was no morning class today, Shen Yanbing didn't go directly to the office, it was rare for Li Mingyue to take the initiative to send Li Mingyue to the studio, and greeted the teachers of the Academy of Fine Arts one by one, which was very unusual.

Li Mingyue listened with a smile on the side, occasionally nodding in response, and the teachers who were neither salty nor indifferent to her on weekdays were much more enthusiastic.

At noon, Zhou Ying was not there, Li Mingyue rested her chin, moved the food with her chopsticks, and said, "Several teachers have chosen my painting as a review today."

"Isn't that good, pick the thorns together, how fast we make progress." Shen Yanbing was half joking, but didn't take it to heart.

Li Mingyue frowned, "There is no criticism, everyone is praising me."

Shen Yanbing didn't take it seriously, "Doesn't this mean that you draw very well, why are you still not happy about it?"

"I think there is a problem, but no one pointed it out." Li Mingyue was a little uncomfortable. Her pursuit of art was extremely pure, and she also grasped the modern painting concept very quickly, mastering it thoroughly, and the speed of progress was amazing.

But she herself knows that she does not have a solid foundation as a foundation, and there are many mistakes that she makes again and again. She can faintly feel it, but she is not ready to grasp it.

Both the teacher and Cheng Guoli said it was "perfect", which made her unacceptable.

Shen Yanbing put down her chopsticks and looked at her seriously, "So you think the teachers at Binda Academy of Fine Arts are not good enough?"

She spoke frankly, her tone was not harsh, and she asked this question very seriously.

"No." Li Mingyue didn't dare to admit that respecting teachers is a tradition engraved in her bones, so she can't say such words.

"So you think they are all flattering you?" Shen Yanbing continued to ask.

Li Mingyue lowered her head, and Shen Yanbing understood what the other party meant.

She suddenly chuckled, "I won't go next time."

Li Mingyue raised her head immediately, her eyes moved slightly, "I didn't mean that."

"You have to believe in yourself, they can't criticize, they really can't see the problem." Shen Yanbing skipped his previous sentence and communicated with her seriously, "This has nothing to do with me."

"I see." Li Mingyue buried her head in her meal, not knowing whether she had listened or not.

Shen Yanbing is not a nagging person, so he didn't mention it again after saying it once.

This Saturday, Binda’s calligraphy and painting exhibition officially opened, but not many people went to see it, most of them were students from the Academy of Fine Arts and passers-by.

There are few connoisseurs, but not none.

Liu Yu came over.

Li Mingyue was a little pleasantly surprised when she received the news from the other party, and waited for the other party at the door with Shen Yanbing, explaining: "Ms. Liu just came back from the capital yesterday."

"She has always been concerned about the level of calligraphy and painting in Bincheng." Shen Yanbing answered, seeing Ms. Liu Yu coming in a long gown, she exchanged a few words and entered the museum together.

Binda is rich and powerful. This exhibition hall is a new building just built two years ago. It has first-class facilities and a strong modern atmosphere.

"Xiao Li won the gold award, right?" Liu Yu didn't know, and only asked the question with simple trust.

Li Mingyue nodded, walked in while looking at other works, and when she reached the center of the exhibition hall, she saw her own work with obvious hanging.

Liu Yu tasted it carefully and praised, "It hasn't retreated at all."

It is still an impeccable brushwork, and the wanton and high-spirited strokes are done in one go, and the strokes are extraordinary.

This is a beauty that even a layman can appreciate.

The number of people stopping in front of this work is also the largest.

Liu Yu looked at it for a long time, and finally asked, "Did you know about Lan Ting Zhan's release of registration? How are your preparations?"

"I'm practicing now." Along with the painting, Li Mingyue has not been so satisfied with her handwriting recently, and has not prepared the finished product until now.

She knew there was a problem, but she couldn't figure it out, let alone solve it.

According to modern society, she fell into a "bottleneck period".

She thought of Liu Yuxian's comment on "There is no regress", and it was hard to describe the feeling in her heart.

If you don't advance, you will retreat. This is the simplest truth.

After Liu Yu left, Zhou Ying came to join in the fun. After reading for so long, he finally saw Li Mingyue's words. He boasted that only the sky was there, which made Li Mingyue very embarrassed.

Cheng Guoli came late, and seeing her gossip quietly, "Did you see that boy over there who has been laughing?"

Li Mingyue frowned and nodded, Cheng Guoli lowered her voice, "He is the one who challenges you!"

The boy turned his head and looked over, showing a smug smile.

Limingyue: "Oh."

Cheng Guoli was discouraged, "You don't mean anything at all."

"Why is this interesting." Li Mingyue turned around and walked towards Shen Yanbing, her fingers couldn't help holding the pen, and swayed slightly in the void.

With her eyes closed, she could even feel the touch and stretch of different brushes on the canvas.

Shen Yanbing pressed her shoulder.

"Go any further and you'll hit a glass case."

Li Mingyue opened her eyes and bumped into Shen Yanbing's smiling eyes.

She took Shen Yanbing's hand, and under the spotlight, a piece of running script suddenly burst into her eyes. The original low pressure was instantly broken, and Li Mingyue's heart was agitated. She moved closer and saw clearly the seal and the markings under the showcase.

——Specially invited judges, Zhang Qing's commemorative work.

Zhang Qing, a great contemporary calligrapher with the same reputation as Zheng Dexing, one is good at cursive script, the other is good at running script, known as "Zheng in the south and Zhang in the north".

Shen Yanbing also saw it, and was slightly surprised, "I didn't expect Binda to invite Mr. Zhang."

The value of this commemorative work alone is inestimable - Mr. Zhang has rarely auctioned calligraphy and paintings these years.

Professionals tend to be more in awe of the top works in their own field. Although Shen Yanbing's skills are not bad, it is still difficult to understand the turbulent waves in Li Mingyue's heart in front of this work.

"Like it?" Shen Yanbing asked.

Li Mingyue nodded, "It's a level that I can't reach right now."

This can be regarded as the highest evaluation, Shen Yanbing was a little surprised, and also felt a bit of derailment.

She considered and said, "Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zheng, who do you prefer?"

With Li Mingyue's qualifications, as long as there is a way to meet the two of them, it's not a problem to become a disciple.

Li Mingyue paused for a moment, then said softly, "I'm better at running calligraphy."

Her answer was a long silence.

Shen Yanbing lowered her eyes: "Alright."

Just as she refused to follow Zheng Man's way back then, Li Mingyue also rejected the broad road she prepared.

The voice of the heart will not be changed by others, they are indeed the same kind of people.

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading, the pre-received article has been changed to another one, for the sake of Yuange's entanglement and pain, please bookmark it, love you~

PS: The pits will be filled, and will not run away!