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

Song Yanshu was afraid of Princess Dunchun's nagging, so he left the Duke's Mansion and rode his horse to the Yuelu Academy founded by Yuan Ying. Looking at the mountains behind the academy, he couldn't help but think of every little thing he and Yuan Ying had done in the Changling Mountains.

He subconsciously took off the flute from his waist, gently placed it to his lips, and melodiously played Yuan Ying's favorite song "Green Flowers in the Army". The melody was full of nostalgia and emotion for the past.

He taught himself to play the flute for several months, but he only knew how to play this one piece, which he played over and over again without getting tired of it.

Suddenly, applause broke out behind him. Song Yanshu was startled and turned around to see a woman in plain clothes standing not far away against the light.

She clapped lightly, a faint smile on her lips, and said lightly, "You play the flute well, but this is a college and the children are in class now." She said softly, her voice clear and pleasant.

Song Yanshu put away his flute, clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "I am so sorry! I couldn't help myself and disturbed the peace of your hospital."

Qin Zhichu stepped forward, and when his eyes met Song Yanshu's, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "So it's the Duke himself, how come you have the time to come here today?"

Song Yanshu also showed a look of surprise, and asked softly: "Miss, who are you? Have we ever met before?"

Qin Zhichu answered cheerfully: "I am Qin Zhichu, the teacher of Yuelu Academy."

Although Song Yanshu had never met Qin Zhichu, he had heard of her name long ago. Especially after her disguise as a man was revealed, Xiaoying spared no effort to protect her with the whole city's strength. The story spread like wildfire in the capital, and everyone inside and outside the capital knew about it.

"Miss Qin, I'm sorry." Song Yanshu said lightly.

"Your Excellency, you are too polite." Qin Zhichu returned the greeting.

After saying this, Song Yanshu bowed and said goodbye: "I will take my leave first. I won't bother you anymore."

Qin Zhichu hurriedly said, "Duke, please stay for a moment. Now that we are here at this academy, I would like to ask you to share some of your experiences in the military camp with the children." Qin Zhichu had of course heard of the heroic deeds of the young general Song Yanshu.

Song Yanshu paused when he heard this, and his eyes gently swept over the academy, with a warm feeling in his heart. He chuckled and said, "Miss Qin has such a refined interest, and I will obey your order. Although military life is hard, it is also full of passion and glory. I would like to share some of it with the children, so as to inspire them to care about their country and take on responsibilities in the future."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the inner hall of the academy, with Qin Zhichu following closely behind him.

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"Fuquan, go to the Imperial Observatory in person to choose a day for the funeral." Emperor Kang Ren ordered gloomily.

After receiving the order, Fuquan hurried to the Imperial Observatory. Along the way, he secretly wondered what the emperor meant. When he arrived at the Imperial Observatory, he went straight to Puyang Zhou, who was in charge of the matter, and explained his intention.

When Puyang Zhou saw Fuquan, he had expected something. He recalled Murong Xuanyi's instructions, and after careful calculation, he reported a date to Fuquan. Fuquan did not dare to neglect it, and hurried back to the palace to present the date to Emperor Kangren.

Emperor Kang Ren looked at the yellow paper in front of him, was silent for a moment and then said: "The wedding of Prince Jing and Yuan Ying will be scheduled for August 28th." There was a hint of determination in his voice.

Fuquan was shocked when he heard this. The wedding of Prince Jing and Yuan Ying was arranged on such a day. The meaning was self-evident. He knew the emperor's intention very well, so he didn't ask any more questions and just agreed respectfully.

Soon Fuquan came to Prince Jing's residence with the imperial edict of Emperor Kangren granting marriage, but Murong Xuanyi was not there by chance, so Fuquan had to go to Yuan's residence first.

Yuan Ying and others were having lunch. Murong Xuanyi was also present. He looked calm and was chatting and laughing with Hua Qiansong, appearing to be in particularly good harmony with them.

A loud and majestic shout came from outside the door: "The imperial edict has arrived!" These three words were like thunder, instantly causing everyone in Yuan's mansion to stop what they were doing and cast surprised and curious glances.

Yuan Ying and others reacted quickly. They all stood up, straightened their clothes, and walked into the hall.

Fuquan walked into the hall with the imperial edict in his hand and a smile on his face. His eyes swept over everyone and finally stopped on Murong Xuanyi and Yuan Ying.

"Congratulations, Your Highness Prince Jing, and Lord Yuan. I have come today to read out the imperial decree granting marriage to the two of you. It just so happens that Your Highness Prince Jing is here too, so let's receive the decree together."

Fuquan's voice was gentle but powerful. He first exchanged some polite words with Yuan Ying and others, expressing his respect and blessings.

Then, he slowly unfolded the imperial edict in his hand. The golden scroll sparkled in the sun, as if foreshadowing the beginning of a beautiful marriage.

Murong Xuanyi, Yuan Ying and everyone in the Yuan residence all knelt hurriedly to the ground to respectfully welcome the imperial edict.

Eunuch Fuquan's shrill voice sounded, and he read out clearly and solemnly:

"The Emperor, by order of Heaven, proclaims!

I believe that the universe is in its proper place, that when yin and yang are in harmony, all things come into being; that the family and the country are of the same structure, that when marriages flourish, the state prospers. Today, there is Prince Jing, Murong Xuanyi, who is gifted, intelligent, and both virtuous and talented. For many years, he has guarded the frontier, made many remarkable achievements, and is deeply respected by the people.

There is also my beloved minister Yuan Ying, who is as capable as any man, has outstanding military strategy and achievements, and is the backbone of the court. The two of them are a perfect match in terms of talent and virtue, and are truly a match made in heaven. I am very pleased.

I have specially granted marriage to Prince Jing Murong Xuanyi and beloved minister Yuan Ying to establish a good relationship between the two nations. I hope that from now on, you two will respect each other like guests, encourage each other, not only live in harmony in family affairs, but also work hand in hand in state affairs, and work together to bring peace to the world and benefit all people.

"My intention is witnessed by heaven and earth, and is evident to the sun and the moon. I decree this!"

After Fuquan finished reading, Murong Xuanyi and Yuan Ying said in unison, "Thank you, Lord!"

The two men respectfully received the imperial edict and stood up. Fuquan congratulated again, "Congratulations, Your Highness, and congratulations, Master Yuan!"

Murong Xuanyi gave Fang Yang a gentle look, and Fang Yang understood what he meant. He quickly took out a silver note from his sleeve and handed it respectfully to Fuquan.

"Thank you for your hard work, eunuch! I hope you will accept this small gift." Murong Xuanyi's words were gentle, yet dignified, fully displaying his royal demeanor.

Seeing this, Fuquan's eyes flashed with joy, but he did not lose his temper. He pushed his hands slightly and pretended to refuse: "Your Highness is too polite. This is my duty. How dare I accept such a generous gift from Your Highness."

Murong Xuanyi chuckled and gently pressed the banknote into Fuquan's hand, with an unquestionable attitude in his tone: "Don't refuse, eunuch. This is not only my heart, but also a recognition of your diligence over the years. There are still many things in the future that will require your help, and I hope you will not give up."

Fuquan understood what was said and no longer refused. He respectfully accepted the banknote and bowed, saying, "I will do my best to live up to your highness's high expectations."

After saying this, Fuquan took his leave.

Murong Xuan looked at Yuan Ying and said gently, "Congratulations, Master Yuan!"

Yuan Ying smiled back and said, "Congratulations, Your Highness Prince Jing!" The two smiled at each other, full of affection.

Madam Hua held Yuan Ying's hand tightly and said reluctantly, "Today is the seventh day of August. Soon, our little Ying will get married. I can't bear to let her go."

Yuan Ying gently held her hand and said softly, "Master, please don't worry too much. It's not far away. I will come back to see you often."

Su Meiniang also stepped forward and continued gently, "That's right. There are still twenty days left. We need to speed up the preparations for Xiaoying's wedding so as not to miss anything."

Murong Xuanyi said in a gentle but firm tone: "Master's wife, you don't need to worry about this matter. I will arrange everything."

People from all walks of life in Yuan's residence gathered around and sent their blessings to the two.

But in this festive atmosphere, Hua Qiansong was the only one with a deep sorrow on his face, as if he was hiding unknown worries in his heart.

At night, Su Meiniang whispered, "My husband, Xiaoying is about to marry into Prince Jing's mansion, why do you look so sad?"

Hua Qiansong sighed softly, and after a moment's silence, he slowly said: "Madam, Xiaoying has suffered serious injuries, and she is suffering from a severe cold. I am afraid that she will have difficulty giving birth in the future. Although Prince Jing is good, as a member of the royal family, the issue of offspring is not trivial. I am afraid that there will be many twists and turns in the future..."

Upon hearing this, Su Meiniang's face turned pale as paper. How could she not know the importance of offspring to men, especially to the royal family.

Tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and Su Meiniang choked up and said, "What should I do? I can't let Xiaoying not marry."

"Alas, we can only take it one step at a time. I hope Prince Jing really likes Xiaoying and won't dislike her because of the issue of offspring." Hua Qiansong shook his head helplessly.

"How about we find an opportunity to tell Prince Jing about Xiaoying's physical condition?" Su Meiniang suggested.

"It's not appropriate. This will embarrass Xiaoying. Moreover, if Prince Jing retreats because of this, Xiaoying will be even more sad." Hua Qiansong waved his hands quickly.

"Are we going to keep this secret from Prince Jing? If it's discovered later, the consequences could be even more serious." Su Meiniang said anxiously.

Hua Qiansong fell into deep thought.

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