Your Royal Highness is From a Thousand Years Ago

At more than two o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Yanbing stopped the car, put on Limingyue's sun hat and got off the car.

It was the red-haired girl who opened the door for them this time. The girl changed into a blue hanfu this time with a bright red instant noodle head. There is a kind of nondescript fashion.

"Hey, you are here again, Mr. He is inside~" The girl blinked and looked at Liming Yue, "Hey, your hair is so long, it must be more suitable for this dress than me."

She rolled up her large sleeves and tied them up, smiling: "My name is Liu Panyou, you can call me Panpan."

"Liu?" Shen Yanbing followed her in. Liu was not a common surname.

Liu Panyou made a face: "Liu Yu is my mother."

Limingyue glanced at this strangely-dressed girl. She was almost unheard of in Jingchao with her mother's surname.

At this time, there were not many people in the studio. He Ye sat on the bench to help a few students change their drawings.

After greetings, He Ye asked Liu Panyou who was on the side, "Is Teacher Liu still taking a nap?"

"She just woke up when I went downstairs, so she should be here in a while." Liu Panyou, who was in her fifteen years old, showed great interest in the people who visited twice when she was interested in adults. , I don’t want to sit down and paint for a while.

"Is this a study you brought?" He Ye saw the two rolled up papers early, remembering that the other party was a novice self-taught, curious, "Is it a drawing or a watercolor?"

Limingyue unfolded naturally: "One is a painting of flowers and birds, and the other is a character."

Liu Panyou on the side opened his eyes wide and blurted out: "Did you paint?"

He Ye was also taken aback—this was different from the half-hearted and wild road she had imagined!

"Have you never studied?" She opened her mouth slightly, looked at her incredulously, and then asked, "How old are you?"

Limingyue was a little surprised by their reaction, and found it difficult to answer—she naturally learned it, but her teachers are not in this world at all.

She deliberatedly said: "I have learned something with the elders in my family and have not received professional training. I am 19 this year."

He Ye can be regarded as finding a reason to comfort herself, suppressing surprise: "It turns out that there is a family background, which is really too strong."

Shen Yanbing, who really has a family background: ...I am too culinary.

"You are only one year older than you. Where are you going to college now? Didn't you go to the Academy of Fine Arts?" He Ye continued to ask.

"I didn't go to college." Liming Yue confessed openly. "Nor went to the Academy of Fine Arts."

"Huh?" This is obviously beyond the scope of He Ye's understanding, "What are you doing then?"

Liu Panyou immediately yelled: "Why, do you have to study! I think this sister is pretty good, and she draws no worse than you!"

He Ye got a headache and sneered at the rebellious girl: "Do I mean that?"

"The most important thing for an artist is freedom! You restrain me, but also restrain others!"

The two immediately quarreled, and many students in the studio put down their paintbrushes and took aim.

Shen Yanbing and Limingyue looked at each other, and when they were about to open their mouths to interrupt the farce, the door of the studio that had been half-covered suddenly opened.

The warm sunlight outside immediately entered, dazzlingly bright.

He Ye and Liu Panyou turned their heads at the same time, and silently fell silent.

"Why, what are you arguing about again?"

Here comes a simple short-sleeved wide-leg trousers, the black hair that reaches the shoulders is low and low, the facial features are correct and elegant, the traces of the years are gentle, and there is a kind of unique beauty.

"Teacher." He Ye brought the topic back to business, and turned his hand to the two of Liming Yue, "This is a new student from the studio, who brought her work."

Liu Yu was immediately attracted by the unfamiliar face. Liming Yue started to introduce herself earnestly, and the teacher nodded again and again, "If you are interested, it will be a good seed."

Liming Yue's humility and temperament left Liu Yu with an excellent first impression.

She turned her head to look at another strange face, Shen Yanbing smiled, and pointed to Liming Yue, "My name is Shen Yanbing, her sister, send her over to take a look."

Last time on Wuhuang Mountain, when she introduced them to He Ye, they were also talking about sisterhood.

Liu Yuduo glanced at her, smiled and nodded: "I always think you are very kind."

Shen Yanbing only smiled, and did not build up that relationship-she believed that Liming Yue could conquer the teacher on her own.

Several people chatted a few more irrelevant words, Liu Panyou urged: "Mom, you haven't read Sister Li's calligraphy and painting yet!"

"Oh, yes." Liu Yu never had high expectations for the self-study's work, and when he recruited students to look at his eyes, no one reminded him to forget it.

The two works of Liming Yue were rolled up and unfolded again when the two quarreled before. Liu Yu stared intently. When he saw the kingfisher picture, he was a little surprised. When he moved his eyes to see the calligraphy, he became surprised. Thoroughly stunning!

She looked up, her tone not quite calm: "Is this your character?"

Liming Yue nodded: "Yes."

What she wrote was a famous poem in the world, without a seal, only a simple signature.

Liu Yu showed a complicated smile: "I can't see it, at a young age, the calligraphy foundation far exceeds that of his peers."

Even herself—as a painter who specializes in Chinese painting, her calligraphy level prides itself on being at the forefront of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Art is a very subjective thing, but there is always some aesthetic consensus that transcends prejudice, and you can get a kind of spiritual shocking beauty at a glance.

If you look closely, you can also analyze the expressiveness of the characters in the stippling lines, the density is balanced, the movement is coherent, and the layout of the whole page is very beautiful.

—It is written by all experienced people.

The more you understand the profession, the more you understand its level.

Although He Ye, Liu Panyou, and Shen Yanbing are often exposed to calligraphy and have a certain appreciation ability, they are far less shocked than true connoisseurs.

Liu Yu suppressed the suspicion in his heart, smiled and nodded: "Student Li wants to be a teacher?"

Limingyue was surprised and sincere: "I have come to study from Teacher Liu."

Liu Yu's gaze shifted to the traditional Chinese painting that she was better at. The girl's technique was a bit jerky, but it was already a commendable study.

"I'm afraid I can't teach much." Liu Yu felt ashamed. She had been in this secluded place for a long time, and she didn't even know that the young generation had grown so fast.

"My fine brushwork still has many shortcomings, and the calligraphy is nowhere near as good as a real master. Please don't be humble and leave me here for advice."

Liming Yue bowed deeply, and Liu Yu waited until he was embarrassed, half pushing and half agreeing.

"I may not be able to teach you how much, but I must find the opportunity to find everyone's advice for you."

Liu Yu relaxed his eyebrows a little, and smiled: "Young people guard against arrogance and rashness, and hard work is the paving slab for success."

Liming Yue deeply agreed, and the two talked about their opinions on calligraphy.

Shen Yanbing was not too surprised by this.

Liming Yue is good at observing words and colors. Although his words and deeds occasionally reveal the shadow of ancient times, adding a hand of calligraphy, it is a proper classical temperament in modern times.

Liu Yu felt the same way.

"He Ye said that your calligraphy was taught by your family, but the other party is everyone from the Calligraphy Association?"

Liming Yue shook his head: "This elder has passed away."

The book sage who taught her is Jing Chao, so it's no problem to say that.

Liu Yu regrets a little bit, "I can teach a student like you. I don't want to come here, but I don't know the world."

Liming Yue smiled slightly, Jing Chao admired culture, and the book sage was a respected person all over the world. Her teacher did not say anything else, at least she had no regrets in terms of popularity and social status.

The two chatted unhurriedly, and Liu Yu took her into the inner room, leaving behind a crowd of students who were watching and whispering for a long time.

Liu Panyou tossed her Hanfu skirt, Liu Yu's continued neglect of her made her sulking, sitting on the bench with scribble lines.

He Ye has long been accustomed to this, and smiled and explained to Shen Yanbing: "Public rebellion, just ignore her."

Shen Yanbing frowned slightly, approached Liu Panyou, bent over to see the colorful and unattractive paintings painted by him, and seriously asked, "What is this?"

Liu Panyou didn't lift his head, his hands kept moving: "I don't know."

She changed the paint, and the brush was not cleaned, so she poked it into the paint compartment, and smeared the drawing paper with the paint from the last time with the water stain in it, and smeared it wantonly.

"Very artistic." Shen Yanbing casually sneered. The other party looked up at her, but she straightened up and walked away.

The little red-haired girl paused and continued painting slowly.

He Ye looked at her and smiled: "I can't tell, you are still a close sister."

Shen Yanbing didn't talk much in front of outsiders, his expression was polite and weak, and he often left the first impression of "Don't get close when you are cold."

After a little understanding, her image will usually become considerate, gentle and understanding.

Shen Yanbing was also used to this and chuckled, "It's okay."

She looked at Liu Panyou's back when he bowed his head, and added softly: "After all, it's a child, so let's take care of it."

He Ye laughed: "If only Teacher Liu heard it!"

Liu Panyou immediately turned his head, staring at her angrily, and shouted: "I don't want my mother!"

She glared at He Ye, and immediately turned her head away from looking here again.

Shen Yanbing looked at the two of them, without thinking of nosy.

Limingyue spent a long time in the studio that day, and it was already evening when Shen Yanbing drove to pick her up.

"Did you go home this afternoon?" Limingyue fastened her seat belt and held her newly acquired notebook, and noticed that there was a large gift box in the back seat of the car.

Shen Yanbing stayed in the studio without much interest, and left first after an explanation with Liming Yue.

"Go to the city to buy some presents." Her mother's birthday is approaching, and most of this time she has to go back to Shacheng.

Liming Yue showed curiosity: "Gift?"

Shen Yanbing smiled: "It's not for you."

"…I know."

Although she knew that Liming Yue was still a little bit unspeakable about this—the gift that Shen Yanbing could make a trip to the city and carefully selected, she couldn't think of who she was going to give it to.

After all, the gift of niece Shen Yueran last time only went to the mall near the community.

Shen Yanbing didn't pay much attention. The two simply ordered dinner at a fast food restaurant near the community and talked about the studio at will.

"Ms. Liu Yu is a very good person and has a very high level of meticulous painting." Liming Yue mentioned these emotions. "And I found that she doesn't like to use mobile phones."

—It makes her more cordial.

At the dawn of the moon, the mobile phone is not as proficient as the tablet, and the function to be used is often not found, and it is dull to the luminous screen.

However, mobile phones are everywhere in modern times. Teacher Liu Yu teased that he did not want to have an external organ such as a mobile phone, and Liming Yuesheng laughed.

Shen Yanbing doesn't have much time for this—she is the kind of person who can't do without mobile phones and laptops.

"It's all tools. The key is how you use them."

As she said, she took over the new mobile phone of Her Royal Highness, and used her identity information to authenticate with her real name. The account was successfully logged in, "Okay."

Liming Yue took it and confirmed that the verification message would not pop up repeatedly, "Well, thank you."

She looked up with a solemn expression: "I will use my mobile phone as much as possible."

Shen Yanbing smiled: "You can use it when you need it, and you don't need to learn from the faults of modern people."

Limingyue also laughed, looking at her who was not forgetting to turn on the phone screen while eating: "You have to eat seriously."

Shen Yanbing turned off the information he was reading, turned off the screen, and was so pleased and helpless to learn and use His Royal Highness the princess: "Listen to you."

Liming Yue raised her eyebrows lightly, revealing a pure smile.

The author has something to say: thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 01 nicknames;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Zhiyi;

Thank you all for your support!