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

A dozen secret guards gathered in a ruined temple outside the city. The leader of the secret guards said, "More guards have been assigned to Yuan Ying and Lu Ming, so it is very difficult to get close to them. The whole capital is now hunting for assassins, and the Yangxin Palace is also surrounded by the imperial guards. We can't report to the emperor either."

"Then what should we do now? Normally, we secret guards do not show up in public and obey the orders of the emperor. Now that the emperor is seriously ill, we secret guards have become the targets of the whole city's pursuit. How about we break into the Yangxin Palace tonight?" A secret guard suggested.

"Don't be reckless. The Yangxin Palace must be heavily guarded now. If we rush in rashly, we might be charged with regicide. Let's continue to observe and wait for instructions." Shoutong said after thinking for a moment.

Although the secret guards were unwilling, they also knew that the commander's words made sense, so they had to suppress their temper, hide in the ruined temple, and pay close attention to the movements in the capital.

Yuan Ying was so busy in the medical school that he didn't rush back to the palace until it was completely dark. These days, Hua Qiansong has been focusing on the study of caesarean section with a group of students. After several months of hard practice, they have finally made considerable progress.

Just today, they successfully performed a Caesarean section on a female dog, not only did they deliver the puppies, but the female dog also survived. You know, in ancient times, such medical achievements can be regarded as a major breakthrough, and it is for this reason that Yuan Ying came back so late.

After entering the palace hall, Yuan Ying did not see Murong Xuanyi. He was a little confused, so he asked the nanny beside him: "Mammy, is the prince not back yet?"

Yuxi shook her head gently and whispered, "Princess, the prince returned home at noon today and went straight to the study. He has not come out until now and has not eaten anything."

After hearing this, Yuan Ying frowned slightly, and a sense of inexplicable uneasiness surged in her heart. She turned to Yu Xi and said, "Mammy, prepare some food for the prince first, I'll go to the study to see him."

After that, Yuan Ying slowly walked towards the study. Outside the study door, she raised her hand and knocked gently on the study door.

"Come in." Murong Xuanyi's steady voice came from the study.

Yuan Ying pushed open the door and saw Murong Xuanyi sitting at the desk, frowning, as if thinking about something important. She called softly, "I heard that you have been in the study for most of the day since you came back. What's wrong?"

Murong Xuanyi looked up and saw that it was Yuan Ying. A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He then pulled Yuan Ying over and pulled her tightly into his arms and said, "Yan'er, you are all I have left now. I have broken up with him today."

Yuan Ying naturally knew who the "he" he was talking about, and gently patted Murong Xuanyi on the back and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, no matter what, I will always be with you."

Murong Xuanyi hugged Yuan Ying and smelled the familiar fragrance of her hair. His tense nerves seemed to relax a little. After a long while, he slowly let go of his hand, looked into Yuan Ying's eyes, and asked seriously:

"Yan'er, in your heart, have I become an unforgivable person?"

After all, what he did to his biological father could hardly be called upright. He didn't care what others thought, but he cared about her opinion.

Yuan Ying smiled slightly and reached out to touch Murong Xuanyi's face, "How could that be? I know that everything you did was for a reason, and you are not an unforgivable person.

Things in this world are complicated and hard to understand. You just made those choices under many helpless circumstances. What I value is your original intention and your true love for me. Other things are not important to me. "

Murong Xuanyi was deeply moved when he heard Yuan Ying's words. He held Yuan Ying's hand and kissed it gently on his lips. "Yan'er, with your words, I feel that everything is worth it."

Yuan Ying pinched Murong Xuanyi's face and said, "Okay, don't think too much, let's go eat."

Murong Xuanyi nodded slightly, stood up and walked towards the hall with Yuan Ying. Along the way, he held Yuan Ying's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

When they arrived at the hall, the table was already filled with steaming food and the two sat opposite each other.

Yuan Ying picked up a piece of his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and put it in his bowl, smiling and saying, "Prince, eat more. Only when you are full will you have the strength to work."

Murong Xuanyi was slightly stunned, then asked, "What else do you need me to do?"

Yuan Ying burst into laughter and looked at Murong Xuanyi with tenderness in his eyes. He said angrily, "You will know in a moment."

When Murong Xuanyi heard this, a faint smile appeared on his lips. A hint of understanding flashed in his deep eyes. He looked at Yuan Ying affectionately, his eyes full of pampering and expectation.

After dinner, Yuan Ying took Murong Xuanyi to the back garden of the palace. The moonlight was like water, filling the entire garden, adding a bit of tranquility and gentleness to the night.

"Look how beautiful the moonlight is." Yuan Ying pointed at the bright moon in the sky and said softly.

Murong Xuanyi looked in the direction of Yuan Ying's finger. She looked like a fairy in the moonlight. He took a step forward and hugged Yuan Ying tightly from behind. He said softly, "No matter how beautiful you are, you are not as beautiful as my wife. Madam, let's go to bed early. Your husband is still waiting to work."

Yuan Ying glanced at him unhappily, "Murong Xuanyi, are you born in the year of the monkey? Why are you so impatient, like a monkey?"

Murong Xuanyi's smile deepened, and he was not annoyed. He still hugged Yuan Ying tightly and whispered in her ear: "Madam, you have misunderstood me. When I said work, I meant that I had many things to deal with tomorrow and I had to rest up enough to deal with them. I wonder what you mean, Madam?"

Yuan Ying pretended to be angry, raised her eyebrows, turned around abruptly, clenched her fists tightly, and punched Murong Xuanyi's chest lightly with a bit of coquettishness. The force was not strong, but more like the scolding of a little girl when she was acting coquettishly, "Get out!"

Murong Xuanyi took Yuan Ying's hand and walked towards the room. The candlelight in the room was flickering, exuding a warm atmosphere. The maids had already made the bed.

Yuan Ying walked to the bed and sat down, looking up at Murong Xuanyi, "Go wash up first."

Murong Xuanyi raised a faint smile, then stepped forward, forcefully pulled Yuan Ying into the bathroom, and said, "Madam, this spot on my back is really hard to clean by myself, so I need you to help me."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Yuan Ying indulged him, and the two of them stepped into the bathroom filled with mist together.

As soon as they entered the bathroom, the warm steam instantly enveloped the two of them, as if creating a private world for them that belonged only to each other.

In the bathtub, a few beautiful flower petals float on the water, emitting a faint fragrance as the water ripples slightly.

Murong Xuanyi took off his clothes first and stepped into the bathtub. His strong and smoothly curved back was revealed in front of Yuan Ying. The water droplets slid down his skin, adding a bit of charm.

Yuan Ying swallowed his saliva, reached out and gently picked up the towel beside him, dipped it in water and wiped Murong Xuanyi's shoulders.

Soon, Yuan Ying's hands began to become restless. They slowly moved down along Murong Xuanyi's back, gently stroking the tight muscles, and flicking across a certain place... Wherever the fingertips reached, it seemed as if small flames were ignited, making Murong Xuanyi feel as if a hot current was surging in his body.

Murong Xuanyi closed his eyes slightly, feeling the gentle touch, and a comfortable sigh unconsciously escaped from his throat.

Yuan Ying smiled slightly and asked, "My Lord, are you feeling comfortable?"

Murong Xuanyi turned around suddenly and grabbed Yuan Ying's wrist. With a little force, Yuan Ying fell into his arms. The splashing water wet her clothes, which stuck tightly to her body, outlining her graceful figure.

Yuan Ying's red lips immediately pressed down on his, moving from his lips to his chin, and then along his neck to leave a series of dense kisses. Each kiss seemed to carry an electric current, causing Murong Xuanyi's body to tremble slightly, and his breathing became rapid.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes seemed to contain a charming and enchanting power. She looked like an enchanting enchantress, staring at him straight.

She spoke softly, her voice soft and tender with a hint of coquettishness, and continued to ask: "My Lord, you haven't answered yet, do you like me serving you like this?"

Murong Xuanyi looked at the proactive and charming Yuan Ying in front of him and felt that his heart was about to melt by her. After a while, he came back to his senses and a wicked and satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He used a little force on his hands to hold Yuan Ying tighter, his voice was a little hoarse, as if he was suppressing the passion in his heart, "Madam, you serve me like this, I am very happy, it is just like the dew of heaven entering my throat, making me unable to stop, I only hope that Madam can do this every day in the future."

Yuan Ying smiled and whispered in his ear, "You wish. This is the benefit that this princess rewards you with. Can it still be called a benefit if it's like this every day?"

Murong Xuanyi's throat rolled a few times, and the words he wanted to say were drowned out by the increasingly strong love and desire. He picked up Yuan Ying, tore off her clothes, and soon the two of them were talking frankly to each other.

He let her wrap her legs around his waist, and the distance between them was shortened again. Their breathing blended together, and then they indulged in this intimate entanglement full of affection and passion, letting the steam in the bathroom continue to permeate their love.