A special forces soldier traveled through time and space to become a genius of literature and martia

Prince Jing's Mansion

Jiang Chong reported his investigation results on Li Yongjun in the southwest to Murong Xuanyi in detail. Murong Xuanyi's eyes were deep, like black jade in the night, revealing melancholy. He slowly flipped through the pile of secret letters on the table.

The secret letter clearly recorded the bad deeds of the Southwest General: he withheld the soldiers' salaries, embezzled the pension reserve funds, and even more abominable, he secretly colluded with bandits and caused chaos in the area. Any one of these crimes was enough to make him die a hundred times.

When Murong Xuanyi read these shocking words, a fierce look flashed in his eyes. If anyone dared to touch his bottom line or touch his people, he would make him pay the price of never turning over.

But Li Yongjun is no ordinary man. He is closely related to the Royal Concubine of Prince Rui, and Prince Rui has great power in the court. He even secretly raises many elite private soldiers in his territory. Unlike the crown prince, Prince Rui is more insidious and cunning, so this matter needs to be carefully considered.

Murong Xuanyi tapped the desk with his index finger and fell into deep thought.

He frowned and thought for a long time, then stood up.

"Ready your horse."

"Master, where are you going so late?"

"Dali Temple!"

"Xuan Yi, what do you want from me so late at night?" Wei Ruchi was investigating a case in the study room, and was somewhat surprised to see Murong Xuan Yi coming to visit him unexpectedly.

Murong Xuanyi handed the secret letter to Wei Ruchi, "These evidences are enough to convict Li Yongjun, but he has a close relationship with King Rui..." He paused, "I need a foolproof plan."

Wei Ruchi took the secret letter, glanced through it quickly, and his expression became serious. "This matter involves a lot of people. If it is not handled properly, it may cause unrest in the government."

Wei Ruchi stroked his chin and fell into deep thought. After a moment, he slowly said, "You asked me to secretly investigate the matter of King Rui, but there is no solid clue yet. King Rui is extremely cautious, and all the spies he sent returned empty-handed. But this time, Li Yongjun's matter may become a breakthrough."

Murong Xuanyi nodded and said, "Send someone to closely monitor the movements of King Rui and his followers to prevent them from noticing anything."

Wei Ruchi paused for a moment, then said, "There are many princes in the royal family. Why do you want to track down Prince Rui and the Crown Prince?"

Murong Xuanyi's expression darkened instantly, and he said in a deep voice: "I swear to settle accounts with all those who have hurt my mother, and I will not let any of them go."

As the night deepened, the lights in the Dali Temple were on, and the two men discussed until late at night.

In the imperial garden, Princess Hengyang was venting her emotions in front of a pot of flowers, her actions revealing a bit of dissatisfaction and irritability.

At this time, the Crown Prince walked into the garden and asked softly, "Seventh Sister, what troubles have you encountered that have made you so angry?"

Princess Hengyang looked up and saw that it was the Crown Prince. She quickly calmed down, took a few steps forward, and called out affectionately, "Brother Crown Prince, why are you here?"

The prince recently heard that Hengyang threatened to recruit Yuan Ying as his consort, which made him ecstatic. His seventh sister was spoiled and willful, ignorant of worldly affairs. If she really married Yuan Ying, Yuan Ying's life would not be easy.

Whether to obey Hengyang or disobey the imperial order, for Yuan Ying, no matter what choice he makes, he will be caught in a dilemma. The feeling of this is enough for him to savor carefully.

He felt happy as long as he saw Yuan Ying was uncomfortable.

The prince pretended to say, "What's on your mind, sister? Tell me, brother. Maybe I can help you."

"Really? Prince brother." Hengyang's tone was full of anticipation.

"Of course it's true. The royal sister's affairs are my affairs." The prince responded gently.

"Brother Crown Prince, I want to recruit Yuan Ying as my consort. Can you help me talk to the emperor? I have asked to see the emperor several times, but he refused to see me."

The prince was secretly delighted, but he did not show it on his face. He pretended to be distressed and said, "Alas, my sister, you don't know that Yuan Ying is a minister that the emperor values ​​very much. The emperor may be reluctant to marry him to you. However..."

Hengyang was extremely anxious when he heard this, and asked quickly: "But what..."

The prince took a light step, approached Hengyang, lowered his voice, and whispered in her ear.

After hearing this, Hengyang's eyes suddenly sparkled with hope, and he asked in surprise and joy, "Is this really feasible?"

The prince stared at Hengyang, and said in a calm but firm tone: "Of course, this plan is to put yourself in a desperate situation and then survive. Whether he, Yuan Ying, is willing or not, this marriage is inevitable. Father has no choice but to follow the will of heaven and grant you the marriage."

The prince was secretly thinking about his next plan. It seemed that he had to make good use of this foolish sister. Maybe she would become an important chess piece in his hand.

This time, he must make sure he is doomed!

……

"Little Eagle, Little Eagle... come out quickly and help me see what's going on?" Hua Qiansong said as he walked into the study.

Yuan Ying looked up at Hua Qiansong and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I tried to purify the alcohol from soju according to your method, but failed many times. Can you help me see where I went wrong?" After saying that, he handed the wine in his hand over.

Yuan Ying took it and smelled it carefully, then dipped his hand in it and tasted it.

"Did you not put enough quicklime? Quicklime must be added when distilling shochu. Quicklime reacts chemically with water to form calcium hydroxide, while alcohol does not react with quicklime, so most of the water can be removed. Also, pay attention to your temperature control. Don't heat it too hard. You can use a water bath instead."

Hua Qiansong nodded: "Hehe, after hearing what you said, I think I found the problem. Xiaoying, you are really awesome."

"It's not that I'm good, it's that you're too careless. Purifying alcohol is not a simple task. You must follow the method I wrote for you step by step. If you don't do it properly, not only will you waste raw materials, but it may also be dangerous. Master, you must be careful." Yuan Ying said seriously.

"I know, I know, I will pay attention." Hua Qiansong said with a smile as he walked out.

Yuan Ying hesitated for a moment, then said cheerfully: "Forget it, I just happen to have time today, I will go with you to do it."

As they talked, the two of them came to the medical school. When the students of the medical school saw Yuan Ying coming, they all showed joy. They admired this Mr. Yuan, who was approachable and knowledgeable. He often took the time to teach them the medical secrets that they had never touched upon, such as suturing techniques, anatomy and biology, and even first aid knowledge.

Although everyone was shy at first during the first aid simulation, Master Yuan said that in the face of life, all shyness should be put aside. Master Yuan's teachings, like spring rain, nourish the hearts of every student.

Hua Qiansong followed Yuan Ying's instructions, readjusted the proportions of the raw materials, and strictly controlled the temperature. After several attempts, he finally succeeded in purifying a high concentration of alcohol.

"Wow, Xiaoying, you are awesome! I finally succeeded!" Hua Qiansong said excitedly.

Yuan Ying also smiled with satisfaction. He said concisely: "This alcohol disinfection effect is excellent. In the future, medical instruments must be strictly disinfected to avoid cross infection. Xuan Yi has a winery, which can be mass-produced. Master, please go to the winery in person and guide them in the operation."

Hua Qiansong teased Yuan Ying, "I think you are more like my master."

"Then let's change identities. You can call me Master." Yuan Ying said mischievously.

Hua Qiansong pretended to be angry and said angrily: "Humph! Once a teacher, always a father!"

Then, he spoke again with a serious expression: "Xiaoying, thank you as your teacher!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ying was stunned and asked, "Master, why are you thanking me?"

He said slowly: "Thank you for letting me free myself from the shackles of the past; thank you for leading me back to the journey of life; and thank you even more for letting me have everything that is hard to come by now. Your existence is a great gift to me."

Yuan Ying also stopped smiling and said sternly: "Master, you don't need to thank me. Meeting you is the greatest blessing in my life. Because of you, I have the warmth of home."

Hua Qiansong shook his head and chuckled, "Everything in the world has its cause and effect. Although our first encounter was not perfect, you always tolerated me with a broad mind and helped me move forward. Therefore, you deserve this thank you."

He bowed, his eyes full of sincerity, expressing his belated gratitude to Yuan Ying.

"Master, there is no need to be so polite between you and me." Yuan Ying quickly held Hua Qiansong's arm, "There is still a long time to come. I still hope that you and Master's wife will give me another junior brother."

As soon as these words came out, Hua Qiansong couldn't help but blush. He glared at Yuan Ying and said angrily, "Your teacher is already so old, don't talk nonsense!"

The originally solemn atmosphere instantly became relaxed because of Yuan Ying's joke, as if even the air was filled with a hint of warmth and laughter.