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

In the next two days, Yuan Ying would go to the Eight Immortals Building early every day and continue to study cake making with the chef.

She went from being flustered at the beginning to gradually becoming proficient. She became more and more adept at each step, and the cakes she made became more and more exquisite and beautiful.

The chef of Baxianlou was also very happy. He didn't expect that the cake would be so successful! If this cake is sold in Baxianlou in the future, it will surely be very popular and become a favorite at birthday banquets.

Finally, the day of Murong Xuanyi's birthday has come. As the regent, he is in a high position and has great power. There are countless people who want to curry favor with him, but Murong Xuanyi has no intention of inviting others to participate. He only wants to spend the day with Yuan Ying.

After finishing all the matters in the court, Murong Xuanyi went straight back home.

As soon as he entered the mansion, he saw Yuan Ying coming to greet him with a smile. Before he could say anything, Yuan Ying took his hand and led him to the carriage that had been prepared. Afterwards, Yuan Ying personally drove the carriage out of the capital and came to the palace in the suburbs.

The carriage stopped steadily in front of the palace. Yuan Ying jumped out first, turned around and stretched out his hand to Murong Xuanyi, saying playfully, "Dear Prince Jing, please get out of the car."

Murong Xuanyi looked at her lively appearance, smiled, held her hand, and got off the carriage.

As he stepped into the palace, Murong Xuanyi found that this place was very different from the past. It was decorated with flowers and ribbons everywhere, exuding a unique festive atmosphere.

Yuan Ying held his hand and said as they walked: "I spent a lot of time and effort to decorate this place today, just to give you a unique birthday."

When we walked into the courtyard, the stone table was already filled with delicious food and wine, and the carefully made cake was placed in the center, looking particularly eye-catching.

Yuan Ying pushed Murong Xuanyi to sit on the chair, then picked up the wine pot, filled a glass for him, smiled and raised the glass, saying: "My dear husband, happy birthday, I wish you peace and success in your future."

Murong Xuanyi took the wine glass, his eyes full of emotion. After gently clinking glasses with Yuan Ying, he drank it all in one gulp, "Thank you, Madam. With you by my side, I feel that this birthday is the best. Nothing else matters."

Yuan Ying carefully placed the cake he had made himself in the center of the stone table. He then took out the candles he had prepared long ago from the side, gently inserted them one by one on the cake, and lit them one by one with a fire starter.

After all the candles were lit, Yuan Ying held the cake in both hands, slowly walked to Murong Xuanyi, and said, "Other things are also important. Close your eyes and make a birthday wish."

As he spoke, he placed the cake steadily in front of Murong Xuanyi, his eyes resting on him.

Murong Xuanyi looked at Yuan Ying's expectant expression, a doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly closed his eyes as he was told, clasped his hands together, and silently made a wish in his heart.

After making the wish, Murong Xuanyi slowly opened his eyes. Seeing this, Yuan Ying hurriedly urged with a smile: "Hurry up and blow out the candle. Blow out the candle and your wish will come true."

Murong Xuanyi took a deep breath, gently blew out the flickering candle on the cake, then took Yuan Ying's hand and whispered in her ear, "My wish is that I have you by my side year after year."

Yuan Ying sealed Murong Xuanyi's mouth and said, "Birthday wishes will not come true if you speak them out loud."

Murong Xuanyi was stunned at first, then he looked at Yuan Ying's serious and slightly coquettish look, and couldn't help laughing. He stretched out his hand to embrace Yuan Ying in his arms and said softly: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

Yuan Ying then picked up a knife beside him and carefully cut the cake into several pieces. He picked the largest piece and handed it to Murong Xuanyi, smiling and saying, "Husband, try this cake I made myself and see how it tastes."

Murong Xuanyi opened his mouth slightly and took a bite of the cake. The sweet and soft taste instantly spread on the tip of his tongue and penetrated into his heart. "Well, it tastes very good, thank you ma'am." He praised sincerely, and his eyes never left Yuan Ying.

After the meal, Yuan Ying took Murong Xuanyi to an open meadow, where there was a soft blanket with an easel on it.

She pushed Murong Xuanyi onto a chair beside her and said, "Let me draw a picture for you!"

Murong Xuanyi looked at Yuan Ying's excited look and nodded with a smile, "Okay, Madam, your painting skills are superb, and I am looking forward to it."

After saying that, he relaxed, leaned back in his chair, and looked gently at Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ying only knew how to sketch. She stood aside and looked at Murong Xuanyi carefully, as if she was conceiving a picture. Then she walked to the easel, picked up the charcoal pencil, and began to paint.

Her eyes were focused and serious, and the paintbrush in her hand seemed to have a spirit, moving lightly across the drawing paper, sometimes pausing to think, and sometimes writing quickly.

Soon, an outline gradually appeared on the canvas. Yuan Ying was actually painting Murong Xuanyi sitting in the courtyard of the palace. His features and expression were exactly the same as he was at the moment. Even the folds of his robe and the details of his accessories were portrayed by her vividly.

Murong Xuanyi watched quietly, his heart full of amazement and emotion. He did not expect that Yuan Ying could paint himself so vividly. He was even more moved that she wanted to record this moment so hard.

While Yuan Ying was painting, he would look up at Murong Xuanyi from time to time, observing his expression to ensure that every detail was painted to perfection.

As time went by, the painting was getting closer to completion. She picked up a thinner brush and began to outline some subtle details, like adding a touch of profound charm to Murong Xuanyi's eyes and a faint smile to the corners of his mouth.

Finally, Yuan Ying finished the last stroke, took a long breath, a satisfied smile on his face, then walked to Murong Xuanyi, took his hand and walked to the easel.

He said, "It's done. Do you like it?"

Murong Xuanyi stared at the painting, his eyes full of joy.

He gently held Yuan Ying's hand and said with emotion: "Madam, your painting skills are superb. You painted me so vividly. I like it very much."

At night, the candlelight flickered in the house, and the light and shadow cast ambiguous spots on the walls.

Yuan Ying took the initiative and pressed towards Murong Xuanyi enthusiastically, and his affectionate eyes seemed to contain a flame that could instantly ignite a person.

She stretched out her slender fingers, gently hooked Murong Xuanyi's chin, and lifted it slightly. She took the initiative to offer a kiss, full of passion and desire, which made Murong Xuanyi completely indulge in it and unable to extricate himself.

Murong Xuanyi turned over and pressed Yuan Ying under him. Yuan Ying's hands seemed to have magic. He first climbed up Murong Xuanyi's shoulders, then gently wrapped his arms around his neck, and his warm breath sprayed on his ears.

With a hint of coquettishness and attachment, she gently called his name, "Brother Xuan Yi, I love you!"

The words "Brother Xuanyi" were like a feather brushing across his heart, making Murong Xuanyi feel as if the blood in his body began to boil.

Murong Xuanyi responded to her enthusiasm, and his hands tightly embraced Yuan Ying's slender waist, holding her more tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own bones and blood.

The breathing of the two gradually became rapid. Murong Xuanyi felt that Yuan Ying in front of him was like a ball of fire, burning his heart and making him unable to stop. He just wanted to indulge in this endless love with her...

This birthday is the most unforgettable one in Murong Xuanyi's life.