Her Royal Highness The Princess From A Thousand Years Ago

Shen Yanbing was stunned for a few seconds.

Li Mingyue was slightly surprised, but immediately smiled: "I thought you weren't coming."

Cheng Guoli only knew that the two were relatives, and sighed in his heart how good the relationship was, but at the same time, there was an unspeakable strangeness.

She inexplicably felt that the current self was a bit redundant here.

"You want to perform?" Shen Yanbing came back to his senses, he hadn't heard that Li Mingyue had a rehearsal recently.

"It's writing." Li Mingyue explained that she was going to spread paper and pick up calligraphy in public later, which was a publicity for the Gufeng Society.

Shen Yanbing nodded, she didn't know much about clubs, and didn't pay much attention to the current popular ancient style, so she wouldn't ask any more questions if Li Mingyue was interested.

Cheng Guoli took the two of them to the auditorium stage, Shen Yanbing did not stay in the background, but went to sit down in the auditorium.

Limingyue's calligraphy is not the main event - this is not difficult to understand. Compared with the carefully choreographed dance and singing, the calligraphy projected on the big screen for less than 1 minute is indeed not enough to watch. It needs to be combined with other elements, and Limingyue has no time to participate .

Not many people come here specifically for the dawn moon.

Sheng Zhuo was sitting on the control panel in the room, and the staff rushed in and out, the president commanded, and as the vice president, he kept checking the monitoring situation.

In order to fit the occasion, Sheng Zhuo also wore an ancient costume today, and the modern short hair was left unkempt, but it looked wonderfully uncongruous.

The next performance was a calligraphy show by the special guest Li Mingyue. He waved and exchanged a few words with the new members.

Li Mingyue has already practiced the words to be written on stage, but she is still a little nervous when facing the whole process of filming for the first time.

Shen Yanbing was also below, she exhaled lightly, trying to relax her nerves.

But when I hold the pen, I still feel a strange feeling.

The brush was not the one she had prepared in advance, Li Mingyue frowned slightly, and noticed that there was an extra pen container on the table, and there were many brushes of different thicknesses in it.

In the enlarged lens, Li Mingyue suddenly raised her head.

The projected large LCD screen was facing the control room. Sheng Zhuo was sitting by the window, obviously out of sight, but somehow he felt that his eyes were on him.

Shen Yanbing was keenly aware that something was wrong, but the students sitting around were still holding up their mobile phones, intending to record the celebrity's gesture of writing.

She stood up abruptly and walked backstage.

Dip the ink, put the pen down, Li Mingyue understood the moment she touched the rice paper.

This is the painting material for the next ink painting show.

Cheng Guoli was already sweating from fright.

She has been handling the invitation of Li Mingyue and the subsequent matters. As a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, of course she can see that something happened on stage.

Backstage at the side of the stage, Cheng Guoli desperately found the brush and inkstone that he had planned, and almost fainted when he closed his eyes.

It was Shen Yanbing who supported her.

"Mr. Shen?" Cheng Guoli was surprised and lowered his voice, "Why are you here?"

Shen Yanbing lost her usual smile, "What's going on?"

Cheng Guoli had no choice but to tell the other party her guess, feeling guilty—this was something she was responsible for.

Shen Yanbing didn't get entangled in this, and watched Li Mingyue's rescue on the projection table from the side.

She has seen Li Mingyue practice meticulous painting, but she rarely sees him painting this kind of freehand painting.

The speed and control are top-notch in the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts.

There was no turning back when she began to write. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Mingyue quickly adjusted her thoughts and picked up a pen to draw out a lotus leaf.

Her movements are quick and neat, and she continues to outline after changing the pen with light ink. A lotus flower stands, freehand brushwork is agile and lifelike.

Some people in the audience have already started to exclaim, Li Mingyue did not stop painting, and drew the lotus pods and budding uprights. After a while, a simple and clean composition was completed.

Cheng Guoli also stared dumbfounded, and waited until the outline was completed before muttering to himself: "Fortunately, fortunately."

"Isn't this a calligraphy show?" There were already whispers in the audience, Li Mingyue had nothing to worry about, and put down her wide sleeves. When she stopped writing, she glanced at the audience and noticed that Shen Yanbing was no longer in her position.

The temporary host also changed quickly. Although it was unexpected, he immediately thanked Li Mingyue for his painting, and greeted the next performance respectfully.

Shen Yanbing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't want Li Mingyue to leave such a shadow when she appeared on stage under the camera for the first time.

When she found a problem, she was ready to ask the host to pause.

Li Mingyue looked at Shen Yanbing at the backstage, her original gloom turned into grievance in an instant, and she showed a bitter face as if she had found support.

With this purple Tang style dress, it is quite pitiful.

Shen Yanbing saw that her face changed like turning the pages of a book, so she didn't bother to smile, and led her to the lounge.

Cheng Guoli followed by her side, vowing to make sure that she had checked the equipment on the stage, Li Mingyue naturally believed her, "There is no one watching over there, it must have been a temporary mistake."

Li Mingyue came here to save face for a small club activity, so future cooperation might be impossible.

Fortunately, there was a mess in the middle of the promotion. Li Mingyue originally wanted to write the name and slogan of the Gufeng Club, but this time it was replaced with a lotus that has nothing to do with the club.

Shen Yanbing asked about the club's situation.

"I added it as a freshman, and now I'm the deputy director of the Propaganda Department. I usually have nothing to do, and the people in the department are pretty good—"

Cheng Guoli spoke indiscriminately, and Shen Yanbing asked directly: "Who is the person in charge of the club?"

Cheng Guoli gave her name, and added by the way: "It's a senior from the School of Foreign Languages."

Shen Yanbing naturally didn't know the other party, she just asked casually, this kind of thing that ruined her own club activities was obviously not in the interests of the club, and there would be no person in charge to take the lead in doing such a stupid thing.

The internal structure of the auditorium is complicated, with twists and turns, and the lounge is an open space with long tables and costume props in the middle.

The lounge was very clean at this time, and there were a few people sitting sporadically on the wicker chairs.

Shen Yanbing saw Sheng Zhuo at a glance.

The other party was playing with his mobile phone, and seemed to have not noticed the person coming, but another student sitting at the table stood up abruptly, "Student Li——"

Li Mingyue nodded, Sheng Zhuo finally looked over, with amazement in his eyes, got up and walked over.

The other student took a quicker step, walked along the desk, and the movement caused by it brushed across the table, with a slight bang, Sheng Zhuo strode forward, trying to hold Li Mingyue: "Be careful!"

Shen Yanbing pulled Li Mingyue to his arms one step faster than him, avoiding the ink that was about to drip on this ancient costume.

On the side of the table, an unscrewed plastic ink bottle lay down, and the black ink gurgled down, causing a lot of tragedy soon.

The classmate came to his senses, apologized again and again, and widened his eyes in horror: "This..."

No one immediately explored how the ink was placed here, Sheng Zhuo frowned and contacted someone to come and clean it up, and looked at Li Mingyue who had avoided this unreasonable disaster first.

There is also Shen Yanbing who succeeded in saving the beauty one step faster than him.

Li Mingyue was quite calm, but the clothes were not her own, so she was somewhat afraid.

According to Cheng Guoli, this is one of the most expensive pieces of clothing in the Hanfu shop, and it is responsible for the dirt. Although Li Mingyue doesn't think the material of this dress is so special, she still respects the store's pricing.

"I didn't expect Teacher Shen to come too." Sheng Zhuo greeted with a light smile, and then looked at Li Mingyue, "Aren't you scared? It's just a little ink, and our club is responsible for any splashes."

To the extent that Shen Yanbing pulled her away like a fuss, he didn't mention his previous actions at all.

Li Mingyue looked at this face that was exactly like Jing Chao's son-in-law, especially in a long robe, and with this tone, it was the reincarnation of that person.

Frowning, she sharply asked: "Your club?"

Cheng Guoli didn't know how many people knew each other, and hurriedly introduced: "This is the vice president of our club."

Sheng Zhuo has good looks and good manners, actively participates in cultural and sports activities, and is a famous figure in the courtyard and even in the whole school.

Shen Yanbing couldn't bear to look at each other again, she didn't want to mention the change of mentor before, but Lan Tingzhan saw him and met again in this small event, plus this face, Sheng Zhuo and Li Mingyue didn't have much interaction at all , but the fate is too deep.

The arrival of Li Mingyue is a mysterious event, and Shen Yanbing has to pay attention to this kind of metaphysics.

Sheng Zhuo tried to chat with Li Mingyue, apologizing for what happened on the stage just now, "The kid made a mistake, and it almost became a performance accident, thanks to Mingyue's cleverness——"

Li Mingyue interrupted him: "I'm not your classmate, and I don't like people who don't know me to call me Mingyue."

It took Sheng Zhuo two seconds to adjust his face. When he first met her, he clearly felt that Li Mingyue treated her differently, and even took the initiative to ask him for WeChat—unexpectedly, it turned out to be a difficult nut to crack.

Li Mingyue ignored him, and dragged Shen Yanbing to the dressing room.

She already wants to go home.

There were quite a lot of people in the dressing room, and Cheng Guoli took off her makeup and headgear. Compared with the wedding dress when Li Mingchu came, this ancient costume was much lighter, and it didn't take long to change it.

Shen Yanbing was sitting on the sofa in the dressing room, dressed in a modern style, which was particularly obvious in the backstage of the Gufeng Club.

Li Mingyue in the makeup mirror smiled at her, and Shen Yanbing sat more comfortably.

On the way home, Shen Yanbing talked about what happened this afternoon and mentioned Sheng Zhuo without leaving a trace.

Li Mingyue turned to look at her in amazement: "Don't you think I can't tell the difference?"

To be honest, Jing Chao's son-in-law was the direct murderer of Li Mingyue's death. Even if he couldn't tell the difference, Li Mingyue only had hatred and disgust.

"Of course I didn't mean that." Shen Yanbing chuckled, "But, don't you think it's too coincidental?"

Li Mingyue disagrees: "It's only been a few times for so long, it's not too frequent."

But the timing of each appearance is very subtle, unlike a chance encounter, full of traces.

Shen Yanbing looked at the road conditions, and recalled Sheng Zhuo's eyes on Li Mingyue, full of confidence and determination, but when he looked at her with scrutiny and guard, he subconsciously regarded her as a competitor.

It has to be said that this intuition is correct.

But she couldn't think of where Sheng Zhuo's affection and covetousness for Li Mingyue came from.

Shen Yanbing said softly: "Perhaps somewhere..."

"Why do you engage in feudal superstition?" Li Mingyue interrupted her, as if she had seen through her thoughts, and said firmly, "Even if there is a will, it is the will of God to let me come to your side."

Shen Yanbing laughed dumbfounded, and reiterated again: "I didn't mean that."

She never thought that Li Mingyue was suitable for Sheng Zhuo, and she never thought of giving Li Mingyue to others.

Li Mingyue pursed her lips, Shen Yanbing poked her hand, and smiled: "I'm sorry."

"Okay, I forgive you." Li Mingyue let go.

The next second, the green light turned on, Shen Yanbing withdrew his hand, and the car moved again.

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