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

Murong Xuanyi looked at Xiaoyi and said softly, "Xiaolang, where is she? Take me to find her, okay?"

Xiaoyi seemed to understand his request, blinked, turned around and ran out the door. Murong Xuanyi hurriedly followed Jiang Chong and others.

Xiaoyi ran through the mountains and forests, looking back from time to time to see if Murong Xuanyi was keeping up.

Murong Xuanyi walked hurriedly, his heart filled with excitement and nervousness about meeting Yuan Ying soon.

As Murong Xuanyi hurried after her, he was thinking, when he saw her later, should he pretend to be angry first to let her know the consequences of leaving him without saying goodbye.

Murong Xuanyi was lost in thought when he heard the sound of a flute from afar.

The flute sounded melodious and lingering, echoing in the forest. Murong Xuanyi's heart trembled. He knew it was Yuan Ying's flute. This familiar melody had lingered in his dreams countless times. He could not help but quicken his pace and ran in the direction of the flute sound.

Xiaoyi seemed to be urged by the sound of the flute and ran even faster. Jiang Chong and the others followed closely behind him, fearing that they would lose him.

As the distance got closer, Murong Xuanyi saw a familiar figure sitting on a tree with her back to him, and the sound of a flute poured out from her lips.

There was a hint of sadness and longing in her eyes, and she was completely unaware of Murong Xuanyi's approach.

Murong Xuanyi's pace gradually slowed down. He stood quietly behind her, staring at Yuan Ying. The idea of ​​pretending to be angry just now completely disappeared, leaving only deep attachment.

He didn't want to break this beautiful scene, he just wanted to look at her silently and engrave this moment in his heart forever.

After a long time, Yuan Ying seemed to sense something, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. She slowly turned around and her eyes met Murong Xuanyi's.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze, and there was only each other in the eyes of the two people. Thousands of words were expressed in this silent gaze.

After a long time, Murong Xuanyi called softly, "Yan'er..." The voice was gentle and affectionate, as if it had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, carrying endless longing and attachment.

Yuan Ying's body trembled slightly and the flute in his hand almost slipped.

She could never have imagined that Murong Xuanyi would come to this primeval forest.

She looked at Murong Xuanyi, who looked exhausted, tears welling up in her eyes. She choked up and asked, "Why...why are you here?"

Murong Xuanyi did not answer, but walked quickly forward, walked under the tree and opened his arms.

Seeing this, Yuan Ying jumped down from the tree and threw himself into his arms like a bird returning to its nest.

Jiang Chong watched this scene quietly, and his heart was moved. He knew the hardships Murong Xuanyi had gone through, and he also understood that Yuan Ying's position in the prince's heart was irreplaceable.

He stared for a moment, then slightly turned sideways, signaling everyone around to get out of the way. Everyone immediately understood and turned around, leaving the space for the two.

Murong Xuanyi hugged Yuan Ying tightly, using his arms to hug her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his own bones and blood.

"Today is the one hundred and twenty-third day since you left." He whispered in her ear, every word filled with the torment and longing of these days.

"Do you know how I have spent the past hundred days and nights?"

His voice was trembling with a hint of grievance, fear, and excitement of regaining what he had lost.

Yuan Ying's tears burst out, soaking Murong Xuanyi's clothes. All her strength in his arms collapsed at this moment.

Yuan Ying raised his tear-stained face, looked at Murong Xuanyi, and said, "Xuanyi, I don't deserve your affection, I..."

Murong Xuanyi blocked her mouth, his lips filled with unquestionable determination and passionate love.

After a long while, Murong Xuanyi finally let go of her and said, "Yan'er, don't say such ridiculous things again."

His voice was low but powerful, and every word was like a hammer, striking Yuan Ying's heart.

"My children are just an insignificant embellishment in my life, but you are the whole meaning and color of my life."

Yuan Ying's lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to refute, but his fiery eyes and affectionate words blocked his throat.

Murong Xuanyi embraced her in his arms again, holding her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her with himself, never to be separated.

After a long time, he whispered in her ear: "Yan'er, please don't leave me again, okay? I will go crazy without you."

Murong Xuanyi's voice contained a hint of pleading, and his eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.

Yuan Ying looked at his face full of fatigue and affection, feeling mixed emotions. Finally, he nodded slightly without saying a word.

Murong Xuanyi gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"No matter what happens, we will face it together. Nothing can separate us as a couple. Hmm?"

When Yuan Ying heard his firm words, his eyes also flashed with determination, and he replied softly: "Okay, Xuan Yi, we will face it together."

Murong Xuanyi said with a hint of coquettishness and stubbornness: "Call me husband!"

It seemed that only such an intimate name could make him truly feel Yuan Ying's presence.

Yuan Ying's eyes were full of affection and obedience, and he gently called out, "Husband."

The voice was soft and gentle, like the gentlest breeze in autumn, brushing across Murong Xuanyi's heart, making him full of joy, and his eyes were even slightly moist.

He held Yuan Ying's hand tightly and said, "Madam, I will protect you and never leave you in this life."

The two hugged each other tightly until the sun was about to set.

Jiang Chong coughed lightly, stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master, it is not appropriate to stay here for long, let's go back to the cabin first.

Murong Xuanyi then slowly let go of Yuan Ying, but still held her hand tightly, as if she would disappear if he let go. The two walked towards the cabin hand in hand.

Murong Xuanyi and Yuan Ying walked hand in hand to the wooden house and smelled the tempting aroma of barbecue in the air.

Xie An stepped forward and said respectfully, "My Lord, Princess, although the game from the mountains is not as delicious as the imperial banquet, it is also quite flavorful. Please enjoy it, my Lord and Princess."

Murong Xuanyi nodded slightly. He helped Yuan Ying sit down first, and then he sat down beside her. He gently picked up a piece of barbecue for Yuan Ying and said softly, "Madam, try this barbecue. Is it to your taste?"

Yuan Ying took it with a smile and took a bite. The aroma of meat instantly spread in her mouth. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She couldn't cook, but this was the best meal she had eaten in the past few months. "It's delicious!"

Murong Xuanyi looked at her satisfied expression and a happy smile spread across his face. The two of them shared this simple but warm dinner in this mountain cabin.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the wooden house and the camp, covering them with a layer of golden gauze. The guards set up camp in front of the wooden house in an orderly manner, tents were erected one by one, and the bonfire was gradually lit.

As the night slowly fell, soft and ambiguous light shone through the window of the cabin, accompanied by warm and intimate sounds. It was a unique melody belonging to the two of them, melodious and lingering. Murong Xuanyi "tidied" her in a unique way.

The wooden bed in the cabin swayed gently in the moonlight, like a small boat drifting on the sparkling lake. It was not until the second half of the night that the sound of ups and downs gradually subsided and returned to silence.