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

Yuan Ying and Xiao Yi's tacit understanding in the forest became deeper and deeper. Yuan Ying often took Xiao Yi to the forest to hunt and dig wild vegetables. Xiao Yi always ran happily in front, and looked back at Yuan Ying from time to time to make sure she was following behind.

When encountering some small prey, Xiaoyi pounced like an arrow from a bow. Its body was agile and nimble, completely different from the dying wolf it was when it was injured before.

In her spare time, Yuan Ying would sit on a huge rock by the stream and play the flute, while Xiaoyi would lie obediently at her feet.

The melodious flute sounds echoed among the mountains and forests, like the ethereal singing of birds or the gurgling of a stream. Yuan Ying was immersed in the melody he played, and his thoughts drifted away.

Before she knew it, it was already the first day of August, and she had been away for three months. Whenever she had some free time, Murong Xuanyi's voice and smile would involuntarily appear in her mind.

Yuan Ying's fingers trembled slightly, and the sound of the flute became a little out of rhythm. She felt an irrepressible melancholy in her heart. She gently took the flute away from her lips.

Xiaoyi seemed to be keenly aware of the change in her mood. He raised his head and rubbed Yuan Ying's hand with his nose, his eyes full of concern and confusion.

Yuan Ying gently stroked Xiao Yi's head, his eyes were distant and stagnant, and he murmured, "What is he doing now? Has he ascended the throne and become the emperor?"

After all, when she left, the court was in turmoil and crisis-ridden, and she couldn't help but feel a little doubtful and speculative.

"If he really becomes the emperor, I think it won't be long before he starts selecting concubines, and he will soon have many children and grandchildren."

For him, this was a move that was in keeping with his status, and it was what she hoped for.

As he spoke, a complex look flashed across Yuan Ying's eyes, as if he was relieved, yet also lonely.

But as soon as this thought came to her mind, Yuan Ying's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain spread. She couldn't imagine the scene of Murong Xuanyi walking hand in hand with someone else, which would hurt her heart more than any sharp blade.

Human emotions are always so contradictory.

"Xiaoyi, if I could be like you, just guarding the sun, moon and stars in this forest without any distractions, how wonderful it would be."

Yuan Ying said softly, looking into the distance with a dazed look.

Time passed slowly in agony. Murong Xuanyi stayed by the window of the inn day and night, staring at the sky, hoping that Brother Ying would return.

Every time a bird flew by, his heart would suddenly tighten, and then when he saw clearly that it was not Brother Eagle, he fell into deeper loss.

One morning half a month later, Murong Xuanyi was drowsy due to fatigue and anticipation. Suddenly, a clear eagle cry broke the silence.

He woke up instantly, jumped up, and looked out the window. He saw the eagle flying towards him like a sharp arrow, and it seemed to be holding something in its claws.

Brother Ying flew to the window, loosened his claws, and a small piece of cloth fell down. Murong Xuanyi quickly reached out to catch it, unfolded it and took a look. His old face flushed, it was Yuan Ying's underwear. Yuan Ying disliked the bellyband because it was uncomfortable to wear, so he designed the underwear himself.

This little dress had been pleasing to him for days and nights, so he recognized it at the first sight. His face instantly turned from red to pale, and his fingers trembled slightly.

"This... where did you get this from? Have you found her?" Murong Xuanyi asked Brother Ying with a hoarse voice.

The eagle circled in the air, making anxious cries, as if signaling Murong Xuanyi to follow it.

Murong Xuanyi quickly put Xiaoyi into his arms, turned around and shouted to Jiang Chong and Xie An: "Prepare the horses, set off immediately!"

After saying that, he rushed out the door first. Jiang Chong and Xie An looked at each other, both seeing worry in each other's eyes, but they also quickly followed the prince's footsteps.

Brother Ying led the way, and Murong Xuanyi and the others rode their horses through the streets of Nanyue Prefecture. Passing through the bustling market, crossing the gurgling stream, they rushed all the way to the outskirts of the city.

Murong Xuanyi looked at the familiar path in front of him and was slightly startled. He thought: This is the road to Yunfu City. Could it be that Yan'er is in Yunfu City? Thinking about it carefully, it is not without reason. After all, they had stayed in Zhuang County for so long before, and she was familiar with the surrounding areas.

Alas! Why didn't he think of that? He only wanted to go to Nanyue Prefecture. Fortunately, it was not far from Yunfu City, and he could get there in more than a month if he rode fast.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of joy at the hope of reunion flashed in his eyes.