Her Royal Highness The Princess From A Thousand Years Ago

The exhibition hall is very brightly lit, and it is empty everywhere. There are long scrolls hanging on the wall, and people who stop are taking pictures or talking in low voices, and move very slowly.

Li Mingyue walked quickly in the middle, looking at her mobile phone from time to time, but there was no reply from Shen Yanbing.

Suddenly, someone patted her on the shoulder, Li Mingyue turned her head, and Shen Yanbing was looking at her with a slight smile.

"Looking for me?"

Li Mingyue nodded, and took Shen Yanbing's arm, "Where have you been?"

"Lounge." Shen Yanbing led her to the front hall, "I'll take you to the calligraphy and painting table."

Li Mingyue pursed her lips, "Is Mr. Zheng also there?"

"Yes, he wants to meet you." Shen Yanbing responded naturally, and then asked, "Are you nervous when writing on the spot?"

Limingyue was nervous.

Her straight waist was a little stiff, "It's okay if there is no camera."

"There is no camera." Shen Yanbing gave her a reassurance, "It's just to communicate casually, don't be nervous."

She patted Li Mingyue on the back, smiled and rubbed her shoulders, "Believe in yourself."

There was no one around, Li Mingyue paused and opened her arms with ease, Shen Yanbing smiled and hugged her.

The two hugged each other, enjoying the intimacy and comfort of this moment.

Hugging can give people strength, Li Mingyue tiptoed and kissed Shen Yanbing's cheek slightly, "Don't stay too far away from me."

Shen Yanbing stroked the long hair on her back, "Okay."

In the hall, several other famous calligraphers were standing in front of the writing ceremony table, obviously showing off their skills.

Old Mr. Zheng stood aside, watching cheerfully and making serious comments.

Those who dare to show their skills in front of the eyes of the public are undoubtedly masters of calligraphy with solid foundation. The new stars next to them are eager to try, and obviously want to hear Mr. Zheng's comments, and by the way, gain a wave of fame.

It was probably Zheng Ke who said hello. There were not many media in this film, only the official Lanting reporter took pictures of the finished product and recorded comments.

One person stepped off the stage, and the table was empty. Zheng Dexing saw Shen Yanbing who had just arrived, smiled, and beckoned Li Mingyue to come over.

Li Mingyue looked calm, but the slight trembling of her little fingers betrayed her nervousness.

"Just write whatever you want." Zheng Dexing didn't put on airs at all, and thought for a while, "How about writing your name?"

This is of course the best thing, her name must have been practiced, and on this occasion, Mr. Zheng is deliberately trying to help her make a name for herself.

There were several pens in the pen container, Li Mingyue changed a new one, and the ink was ground in a good inkstone, she picked up the pen and wrote a rare simplified cursive script.

With one stroke, the exile posture immediately attracted many people to look at it.

Zheng Dexing was also a little surprised, and then laughed heartily, "Young people are awesome! If I didn't read it by looking at it, I really wouldn't believe it was written by a little girl!"

Shen Yanbing saw it clearly, and was also a little surprised. She had never seen Li Mingyue's signature in cursive script, which was unique, indulgent, and admirable.

Many people took photos as souvenirs, and Li Mingyue put down her pen, feeling very embarrassed to hear Mr. Zheng's comments.

Jingchao calligraphy pays more attention to practicality. The running script and regular script she practiced with the "Sage of Calligraphy" in the world are excellent, and the cursive script is purely based on the foundation.

This time, she knew that Mr. Zheng preferred cursive script, but it was actually meant to be flattering.

When she left the desk, several calligraphers next to her chatted with her, apparently approving of her skills on the spot.

"Start practicing at the age of four? Enlightenment is very early." The middle-aged man was a little surprised, and he was even more emotional when he heard it later, "Practicing so many hours a day? In comparison, it's no wonder that professional people are willing to bow down."

Li Mingyue just smiled slightly, "The family has strict requirements."

The news that Li Mingyue, the new star of Lanting, came from a hermit calligraphy family spread like wildfire.

Mr. Zheng carefully looked at the cursive script on the desk. Although Shen Yanbing had mentioned that the other party preferred running script, he still wanted to try it.

He looked at Li Mingyue with a smile, and asked in front of everyone: "Are you interested in practicing with me?"

The volume was not loud, but it attracted the attention of the entire hall without any surprise.

——Zheng Dexing has confiscated apprentices for several years, and if he confiscated this time, he might really be a closed disciple.

Li Mingyue was stunned, opened her mouth slightly, and quickly reacted, getting into a tangle.

Countless people stared at her closely, and even became anxious for her—this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, what should I do if I don't promise Elder Zheng and go back on my word!

No calligrapher can resist this temptation.

It is not only the improvement of calligraphy strength and style, but also the unimaginable contacts and resources behind it.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Elder Zheng still looked at her with a smile.

Limingyue made up her mind.

There was an uproar.

Shen Yanbing looked at her quietly, Li Mingyue also looked at her, Shen Yanbing smiled and comforted her that it was okay.

Elder Zheng just sighed, still smiling, "Go and find your own style! It's no big deal, the practice is up to the individual—"

The discussion in the meeting hall was much louder, Li Mingyue was really famous now.

The young stars who refused Mr. Zheng's apprenticeship had different thoughts, but they all re-evaluated Li Mingyue's weight, as well as her confusing educational experience and family background.

Zheng Dexing patted the young man on the shoulder, "Go, don't be impetuous."

Li Mingyue felt relieved.

Mr. Zheng seemed to be touched, and said again: "We must go on with Yan Bing."

Li Mingyue paused, she didn't expect the news of the Zheng family to spread so quickly, she couldn't help being a little embarrassed, she stepped down, walked to Shen Yanbing's side, and suddenly understood.

Mr. Zheng deliberately chose such an occasion to propose to take her as his apprentice, and he also wanted to create momentum.

Regardless of whether it was successful or not, Li Mingyue was known by almost the entire calligraphy world.

You can learn a lot from the calligraphy exhibition. For the rest of the time, Li Mingyue and Shen Yanbing strolled and admired it. There are many schools of modern calligraphy, each with its own merits, neat and well-proportioned, and eclectic.

"I haven't seen this kind of writing." Li Mingyue pointed to a pair of elegant seal script, Shen Yanbing saw the unique seal seal of birds and insects, and smiled, "Aren't you chatting with people first, you can discuss more later .”

Li Mingyue pursed her lips and smiled, "It's not my style, I'm afraid I can't learn it."

Although she appreciates it, she has hardly tried Han Jinwen and thin gold body.

When it was almost time for dinner, Zheng Ke invited a group of guests and award winners. Shen Yanbing couldn't shirk it, so he had to go to the table with him.

"What am I this time?" Shen Yanbing sat beside Li Mingyue, smiling, "A family member?"

Taking advantage of the lack of people, Zheng Ke came over and pressed her back, scolding with a smile: "You know most of the people who came tonight, what's wrong with having a meal together?"

Although Shen Yanbing did not embark on the path of serious calligraphy, but when he was learning calligraphy, he learned from many masters and knew many famous calligraphers.

After so many years, those people are still the number one in the calligraphy world, and they hardly moved.

During the banquet, there was a lot of wine and wine, and middle-aged men dominated the game. Even the intellectuals in the literary and art circles could not escape the word "drinking".

When it's up, I still have to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write an inscription, which is quite proud.

It was the first time for Li Mingyue to participate in a modern dinner, and she was a little cramped, but Shen Yanbing was used to it and handled it with ease.

Someone served Li Mingyue wine, Shen Yanbing smiled and replaced it with tea, "This is new tea from Qishan."

Zheng Ke and Shen Yanbing, the girls who had grown up watching, were all there, and they didn't try to persuade them to drink. They laughed and chatted, chatting all over the place.

Although the circle is small, there are still not many opportunities to get together. When old friends meet, it is necessary to talk a lot.

Li Mingyue sipped tea, looked at Shen Yanbing, "The taste is very ordinary."

Her Royal Highness is extremely sensitive to such things.

Shen Yanbing smiled helplessly: "I made it up casually."

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing.

After the dinner, Zheng Ke finished her work and drove the two back to Shen's house, "Say hello to Auntie for me."

Zheng Ke slammed on the brakes while driving, Li Mingyue sat a little dizzy, helped Shen Yanbing get out of the car, and entered the house a little vainly.

The nanny has gone home, the living room is lit, but there is no one there.

The Shen family didn't have the habit of watching TV. They had many rooms, and they each did their own thing without disturbing each other. After Shen's father was transferred to the capital, the family became even more deserted.

Shen Yanbing is used to this kind of life.

"Go upstairs." Shen Yanbing helped Li Mingyue take off her coat, put on house slippers, and walked upstairs with her bag.

The suitcases had been put up ahead of time, they came and went in a hurry at noon, and Li Mingyue hadn't gone upstairs to look at them yet.

This is the place where Shen Yanbing grew up, and this is the room she lived in during her entire school days.

Dawn Moon is looking forward to it.

In fact, it is simpler than the apartment in Bencheng.

Li Mingyue was a little disappointed, "You have so few things."

Blank walls, simple and orderly desks and bookends, freshly cleaned floors and new mattresses, there is no smell of smoke and fire.

Shen Yanbing sat on the swivel chair very naturally, "It's inconvenient to take care of too many things."

Li Mingyue is a very nostalgic person.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and Shen Yanbing sat on the chair, stretching her legs to her side, "If you have fewer things, you will have more space in your heart."

Li Mingyue put her palm on Shen Yanbing's calf, looked up at her, "Then am I in your heart now?"

Shen Yanbing smiled suddenly, "Of course."

In the next second, Li Mingyue leaned forward to lean on the swivel chair and kissed her.

Shen Yanbing grabbed her arm, kissed her passionately, her calf fell to the ground, she stood up slowly, and pushed her down on the bed.

Li Mingyue couldn't help panting slightly, Shen Yanbing brushed the hair on her forehead and kissed her little by little.

From the thin lips to the bridge of the nose, from the cheeks to the forehead, from the center of the eyebrows to the corners of the eyes, without letting go, Li Mingyue closed her eyes, hugged her neck and enjoyed the joy of this moment, softly and numbly, almost made her gasp speak out.

Shen Yanbing raised her head with a smile, and sat on both sides of her, her bent legs were moved by the other party, her breath was heard when she lowered her head, and gradually hurried, Li Mingyue probed for a kiss dissatisfied, her legs curled up and wrapped around Shen Yanbing's waist, and she was about to turn over desire.

Shen Yanbing laughed lowly, leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, and stood up on her elbow, "It's time to take a bath."

Li Mingyue hugged the pillow, curled up, looked at her resentfully, waited for the door to be closed, stared at the ceiling, and laughed again.