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

Yuan Ying was walking alone on the street, looking at things here and there. She really enjoyed strolling around this ancient street market. She bought some daily necessities and then went home slowly when the sun was about to set.

At this time, a man in the mansion knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty: "Please punish me, my lord. I failed to complete the task you asked me to do."

Murong Xuanyi waved his hand and asked the kneeling man to step back.

Jiang Chong stepped forward and said, "Master, it seems that this Young Master Yuan is not simple. Ying Jiu's tracking and hiding skills are the best among all the shadow guards. Master, should we use this person or not? I'm afraid he is a spy."

Murong Xuanyi's deep eyes darkened: "Send someone to keep a close eye on him in secret, and if anyone is found suspicious, kill him immediately."

The surrounding countries are eyeing Daxia covetously, so we have to be on guard. It is better to kill someone by mistake than to miss the opportunity.

Yuan Ying looked at Murong Xuanyi at the door, she greeted him and prepared to go back to her room.

Murong Xuanyi asked calmly: "What did you buy?"

Yuan Ying waved the toothbrush in his hand and said to Xiang Yizi, "I just wandered around and bought some daily necessities."

"If you have any needs in the future, just tell Jiang Chong directly." After saying this, Murong Xuanyi turned around and went back to his room.

Yuan Ying looked at Murong Xuanyi's gloomy face and felt puzzled. What? Could it be that she couldn't go out?

She was too lazy to pay attention to these moody ancestors and went back to her house.

Soon Jiang Chong arranged for the servants to bring dinner, a sumptuous meal of four dishes and one soup. Yuan Ying was already starving. He was so focused on talking to the old man that he forgot to eat lunch.

He sat at the table and devoured the food voraciously. The servants beside him were stunned... He looked so gentle and polite, but he was unexpectedly such a big eater. This was enough food for two or three people.

After eating and drinking, he patted his belly and said to the servant: "Take all these away and prepare some water for me. I want to take a bath."

Half a quarter of an hour later, two servants brought in a large tub. They poured water into it bucket by bucket, and soon the tub was half full. The two servants left and closed the door.

Yuan Ying felt that taking a bath was so troublesome in ancient times. It is better in modern times, as one can take a bath whenever he wants.

As she took off her clothes, she thought, how many people can take a bath in this tub... Well, there is nothing she can choose from the current conditions. When she settles down, she will buy a bathtub for herself and take a bath every day.

She sighed comfortably in the tub, the water just covering her chest. The temperature was just right, and she took out her newly bought perfume and touched her body, humming a song while washing.

It had been several days since she had such a good bath. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the tub to take a nap. Before she knew it, she fell asleep.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was Jiang Chong's voice, which frightened Yuan Ying. Without thinking, he immediately got up from the bathtub as quickly as possible and got into bed, shouting, "Don't come in, I'm taking a bath!"

After knocking for a long time, there was no response. Suddenly, he heard a splash. Thinking something had happened inside, Jiang Chong pushed the door open. The ground was full of water. Yuan Ying had wrapped himself up tightly with a quilt, and his head was not even visible.

I only heard a vague voice coming from under the quilt: "You...don't come over here, I'm not wearing any clothes."

Jiang Chong immediately felt that Yuan Ying was like a woman. Why should a grown man feel awkward taking a bath? He had everything he had. In the desert military camp, most men took baths together.

Jiang Chong stood in the middle of the room, neither going forward nor backward. He could only say to the quilt: "Then put on your clothes and go to the prince's study later." Then he walked out of the room and closed the door.

After waiting for a while and the surroundings fell silent, Yuan Ying carefully poked his head out from the quilt, gasping for breath, as if he had just escaped from a suffocating dream and almost suffocated himself to death in the quilt.

Is Murong Xuanyi sick? He can't even take a shower in peace. There are not so many trivial things to deal with every day.

She quickly put on her clothes, tied her hair, and went to Murong Xuanyi's study.

Entering the study, Yuan Ying looked calm, and spoke in a calm but slightly distant tone: "My Lord, is there something wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Xuanyi frowned slightly, his displeasure was evident in his words, and his expression was mixed with a hint of indescribable complex emotions.

She looked at Murong Xuanyi's somewhat unhappy face, which was cold and distant, and did not say anything else.

Murong Xuanyi raised his eyebrows and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Yuan Ying didn't understand what he meant and stared at Murong Xuanyi blankly.

Murong Xuanyi asked again: "How old are you this year? Can you get married?"

Now she understood and thought: So what if I’m not married? Do I have to be given a wife?

Yuan Ying said truthfully: "Twenty-three, still unmarried."

As expected, Murong Xuanyi said: "Well! As long as you solve this plague, I promise to promote you and find you a good woman to be your wife. I will add another 50,000 silver to the original money of the court..."

Before Murong Xuanyi finished speaking, Yuan Ying waved his hands and shook his head like a rattle: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but I have no intention of starting a family, nor do I have any intention of pursuing a career in politics. I dare not trouble Your Highness to worry about me."

Murong Xuanyi stared at Yuan Ying's clear and slightly silly eyes, and his guard involuntarily relaxed a little. He knew very well that eyes are the windows to the soul, and only people with pure hearts can have such clear eyes. He could not believe that such a person with clear eyes could be a spy.

After Murong Xuanyi's attempts, he didn't find out anything. He then gave a few instructions about setting off tomorrow morning and sent Yuan Ying back to the room.

Yuan Ying was puzzled by Murong Xuanyi's behavior. After returning to the room, she found the toothbrush and tooth powder she had bought during the day.

Looking at the rough bristle toothbrush, Yuan Ying couldn't help but grin, thinking to himself: Although it is not as good as the modern toothbrush, it is much better than brushing teeth with willow twigs every day.

The tooth powder smells like traditional Chinese medicine and there is no foam at all. This thing is not cheap.

After washing up, Yuan Ying lay down on the bed. On weekdays, unless she was on a mission, she would always go to bed on time at 9:30. That night, she slept particularly soundly.

A good night's sleep.

The next morning, after having breakfast, Yuan Ying followed Jiang Chong to the gate of the mansion. She saw a huge team of at least four or five hundred people. She had never seen so many people in the mansion on weekdays, and she couldn't help but wonder where these people were hiding.

Murong Xuanyi rode in a carriage alone, while Yuan Ying was also specially arranged to ride in one. Several imperial doctors and Lord Zhang rode in two carriages, while the rest of the people rode horses or walked, creating a spectacular scene.

The two sides of the team were crowded with common people. They heard that His Royal Highness Prince Jing was going to the disaster area for rescue and came to see him off spontaneously. The streets were filled with people, stretching from the gate of the mansion to the end of the sight.

"Long live His Royal Highness Prince Jing!" The people knelt down and kowtowed, shouting. They looked at Murong Xuanyi's carriage with red eyes, as if they were looking at a relative who was about to go on a long journey!

The shouts are deafening and every word is full of sincerity.

Some people shouted excitedly: "The people of Zhuang County are saved, Yunfu City is saved, and Daxia is saved."

Yuan Ying was quite shocked. Although she did not agree with such an easy act of kneeling, she could understand the people's feelings at the moment. At this moment, Murong Xuanyi was undoubtedly the god in their hearts and their faith.

This reminded her of the status and influence of the Great Master in the hearts of the Chinese people - he was equally loved and respected.