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

Finally it was August 14th.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning had not yet completely fallen. Considering that Yuan Ying would be busy with the palace banquet tomorrow, Su Meiniang decided to celebrate Yuan Ying's birthday today. She personally cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for Yuan Ying early in the morning. She personally brought the noodles to Yuan Ying and smiled gently, "Happy birthday, Xiaoying! May this bowl of noodles bring you good luck and health for the whole year."

Yuan Ying's heart suddenly surged with warmth. This scene reminded her of her mother. On her birthday, she would cook a bowl of longevity noodles for her. The familiar and warm feeling instantly surged in her heart. She gratefully took the bowl of noodles and said softly, "Thank you, Master's wife."

Just as they were about to start eating, Murong Xuanyi arrived and briefly greeted Su Meiniang.

"Your Highness, have you had breakfast?" Su Meiniang asked with concern.

Murong Xuanyi smiled slightly and responded directly but politely: "Master's wife, not yet. Why not give me a bowl of longevity noodles so that I can also share in the good fortune."

Yuan Ying asked in surprise: "Didn't you say that the censors were watching you? Why are you here?"

Murong Xuanyi raised his eyebrows and said softly, "The censors have their own busy times, and I have to find some time to accompany my princess, don't I? Besides, how can I be absent from your birthday."

Soon Su Meiniang brought over another bowl of longevity noodles, and the two of them finished the noodles quickly.

Since tomorrow is a palace banquet day, today is a day off.

Murong Xuanyi looked at Yuan Ying beside him and suggested, "Yan'er, let's go horseback riding."

There was excitement in Yuan Ying's eyes. For her, riding a horse was the best way to relieve stress. She readily agreed, and the two of them disappeared in the morning light.

When they rode their horses to the outskirts of the city, they saw Jiang Chong and his companions already waiting there eagerly.

Murong Xuanyi turned around, smiled gently at Yuan Ying beside him, and said softly: "Yan'er, if you catch up with me, I have a surprise for you."

After hearing this, Yuan Ying's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. She tightened the reins in her hands and said with a smile, "You must keep your word. Don't regret it, Your Majesty!" After that, she squeezed her legs against the horse's belly, and Xunmei jumped out like an arrow, raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi's lips curled up into an indulgent smile. He patted the snow under his body and followed closely.

Yuan Ying was agile, like a spirit deer running through the forest. She looked back at Murong Xuanyi from time to time, with both challenge and expectation in her eyes. Murong Xuanyi seemed to be at ease, enjoying the time of galloping side by side with Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ying knew that Murong Xuanyi was deliberately giving in to her, but she didn't care. The two of them came to a farm together.

"Your Highness, you lost!" Yuan Ying smiled proudly, her cheeks flushed from the exercise, making her look even more charming.

Murong Xuanyi shook his head lovingly, took out an exquisite brocade box from his arms, and handed it to Yuan Ying: "This is the first surprise for you, and the others will be revealed tonight."

Yuan Ying curiously opened the brocade box and saw a beautifully carved lily of the valley jade hairpin. The jade was warm and delicate, and the color was as transparent as water. The flower was inlaid with gold ornaments, which sparkled in the sun. It looked very valuable. She looked up at Murong Xuanyi, her eyes full of emotion.

"Do you like it? I carved this by myself. You said that the meaning of lily of the valley is that it has gone through thousands of twists and turns just to meet me, so I hope it will be eternal. It will never wither in this life or the next!" Murong Xuanyi said gently, his eyes full of affection and care for Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ying held the jade hairpin tightly, "I like it, I like it very much. This is the most precious gift I have ever received." She spoke softly, every word full of affection.

Murong Xuanyi smiled slightly and said softly, "Come, I'll take you to the manor. There is a reservoir here with great scenery. We can go fishing."

In the manor, due to Murong Xuanyi's special arrangement, the servants had all retreated, making the place even more quiet and peaceful, with only the two of them relying on each other.

The two of them walked around the manor and had lunch there. Yuan Ying and Murong Xuanyi walked side by side, through the well-arranged courtyards, and came to a quiet reservoir. The sun shone through the treetops and sprinkled on the water, sparkling, as if inlaid with countless dazzling gems.

Murong Xuanyi took the fishing rod from Jiang Chong and handed one to Yuan Ying. He taught the fishing skills in a soft voice, while Yuan Ying listened attentively, occasionally looking up, and when their eyes met, they smiled at each other, showing a tacit understanding.

As the horizon gradually took on a brilliant golden-red hue, the two men had a bountiful harvest, returning home with several lively fish.

Murong Xuanyi sent away all the chefs in the manor and insisted on personally cooking a dinner for Yuan Ying to celebrate his birthday.

As night fell, the kitchen was filled with fragrance. Murong Xuanyi was busy in the kitchen in an orderly manner. Yuan Ying stood quietly beside him, his eyes full of admiration for his cooking skills.

She had never expected that this distinguished prince had such extraordinary skills, and she couldn't help but joked: "Prince, your skills are really impressive! Could it be that you have some unknown secrets?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Xuanyi raised a faint smile and replied, "No, I just learned a few tricks from the chefs of the Eight Immortals Restaurant temporarily." Although his words were understated, the love he showed for his beloved was fully revealed in these simple words.

Yuan Ying suddenly thought of something, "Murong Xuanyi, when is your birthday?" She asked a little embarrassedly. She had been a man's girlfriend for almost a year and didn't even know his birthday. Wasn't this too incompetent?

Murong Xuanyi was frying the dishes and replied with a smile: "Has this year passed?"

"Passed? Then why didn't you tell me?" Yuan Ying felt a little unhappy.

Murong Xuanyi said helplessly: "My birthday is April 27th, and you were in the Heavenly Prison that day."

Yuan Ying felt a surge of apology in his heart, and hugged him from behind: "I didn't know you last year, and we couldn't celebrate your birthday together this year. I will definitely be by your side next year."

Murong Xuanyi turned around and hugged back: "Okay, from now on, I need you to accompany me on my birthday every year."

Yuan Ying nodded vigorously.

Soon, four dishes and a soup were placed on the table.

Murong Xuanyi poured a glass of wine for Yuan Ying and said softly, "Yan'er, happy birthday, may you be safe and sound every year. This is the second surprise I prepared for you."

Yuan Ying raised his glass and asked with a smile, "Is there a third surprise?"

"Of course..." Murong Xuanyi's expression suddenly changed drastically.

Before he finished speaking, a burst of rapid breaking wind sounded from the roof, and dozens of men in black jumped into the room like ghosts, with agile bodies and sharp blades in hand, pointing directly at Murong Xuanyi and Yuan Ying. The atmosphere was tense in an instant, and the air was filled with thick blood and tension.

Murong Xuanyi quickly protected Yuan Ying behind him, his eyes cold, and shouted in a deep voice: "Protect Master Yuan!"

The secret guard stretched out his body and pounced on the nearest man in black like a cheetah, punching with fierce force, hitting the opponent's vital points.

Yuan Ying quickly pulled out a dagger from her sleeve and joined the battle. Her movements were agile and precise, and every strike went straight to the black-clad man's vital points. She formed a perfect tacit cooperation with Murong Xuanyi.

There were more and more people in black, and they seemed to have already set up a tight net. There were also sounds of fighting outside, but Murong Xuanyi and Yuan Ying did not show any panic.

Murong Xuanyi's martial arts were unfathomable, and every punch and kick contained a thousand pounds of force, making it difficult for the black-clothed man to get close to him. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, always observing every corner of the battlefield, looking for the enemy's flaws.

Yuan Ying, with her agility and extraordinary wisdom, moved freely among the men in black, giving them fatal blows from time to time. Her dagger flashed coldly in the moonlight, and every swing was accompanied by the fall of the men in black.

The two stood back to back, in perfect harmony. Murong Xuanyi whispered to Yuan Ying, "These people are well-trained, not ordinary assassins, Yan'er, be careful." Yuan Ying hummed calmly.

At this moment, a man in black took advantage of the gap and quietly went around behind Yuan Ying, raising a sharp knife to attack. Murong Xuanyi was quick-witted and turned around, pulling Yuan Ying into his arms, and at the same time kicked the man in black away, his movements were smooth and without any delay.

Facing so many assassins, it was difficult to deal with them with force alone. Yuan Ying's eyes instantly caught the word "oil" written on a barrel in the corner of the kitchen, and a plan immediately came to her mind. She flashed and moved quickly to the oil barrel like a ghost.

She quickly poured a large bucket of oil onto the men in black.

The man in black was soaked by the oil, his clothes stuck to his skin, and his movements became slow. Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi quickly pulled out a fire starter from his waist, blew it gently, and the flame jumped up instantly.

He shook his wrist and the fire starter flew towards the greasy man in black like a meteor. In an instant, flames shot up into the sky and the man in black was surrounded by the raging flames, screaming miserably.

Yuan Ying took advantage of the chaos to swing the dagger again, and each strike was more deadly. The men in black in the house were thrown into chaos and tried to escape from the sea of ​​fire.

But the surroundings had been blocked by secret guards, leaving no way to escape. Under the light of the fire, Murong Xuanyi's eyes became more resolute. He held a long sword, and the sword light was like weaving. Every sword hit the black-clothed man's vital point accurately, and he was invincible.

Yuan Ying skillfully used the flames as a cover. Her figure jumped between the fire and the shadow. Her dagger was like the scythe of the god of death, reaping the breath of life.

As the men in black fell one after another, the air was gradually filled with a mixed smell of burnt and blood, which was suffocating.

Finally, the men in black in the house were completely cleared out. However, the battle was not over yet. Murong Xuanyi and Yuan Ying looked at each other, turned around and walked out of the house tacitly.

After a while, everything inside and outside the house returned to calm, leaving only the burning house, which looked particularly dazzling in the night sky.

Yuan Ying looked at the scene in front of him and felt a little tired.

Murong Xuanyi patted her shoulder gently and said softly, "Yan'er, are you okay?"

Yuan Ying smiled slightly, shook his head, then pointed at the burning house with his eyes and jokingly said, "Is this the third surprise you prepared for me?"