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

The fast horses that brought the victory report galloped all the way to the capital like a meteor chasing the moon. When Murong Xuanzhou learned of the great victory at the front, he immediately led the civil and military officials out of the city to welcome them.

When the people of the capital heard about this, they also poured into the streets. At first, everyone cheered for the great victory, but when they learned that Yuan Ying had been shot and was unconscious, their joy instantly turned into grief, and cries suddenly broke out, filling the streets.

When Murong Xuanyi led his army slowly to the city gate, the scene before him made him feel mixed emotions.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanzhou quickly stepped forward and looked at the haggard Murong Xuanyi with a distressed look on his face. "Royal brother, you have worked hard along the way."

Murong Xuanyi nodded slightly, his expression solemn, and said nothing more.

At this time, Hua Qiansong walked forward quickly, and seeing the unconscious Yuan Ying, he couldn't help but frowned and said, "Let me take a look first."

Murong Xuanyi hurriedly and carefully helped Yuan Ying up. Hua Qiansong took her pulse attentively, then shook his head slightly and sighed heavily.

Murong Xuanyi's heart instantly rose to his throat, and he asked anxiously: "Master, how is Yan'er? You are a great doctor, you must have a way to save her, right?"

Hua Qiansong's eyes were red, and he sighed: "She is too seriously injured and has lost too much vitality. Although I will try my best, I may be able to save her life, but it is hard to predict when she will wake up. Even... She may even fall asleep forever."

When Murong Xuanyi heard this, he was struck by lightning, and his body swayed a few times, almost losing his balance. He hugged Yuan Ying tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "No, Master, you must have a way."

When the people heard this, they gathered around and looked at Yuan Ying lying in the carriage, crying even more sadly.

A white-haired old man stepped forward tremblingly, tears streaming down his face: "General Yuan risked his life for our Great Xia. God bless you, you must make sure the general wakes up!"

The people around echoed the call, and their prayers echoed in the streets.

At this time, Su Meiniang and Yuxi held the twins and walked gently to Murong Xuanyi. Yuxi said softly, "Your Highness, please take a look at the children. They are more than five months old. The princess is the older sister named Nianhua, and the prince is the younger brother named Nianguo."

Murong Xuanyi slowly lowered his head, his eyes touching the two children's pink faces. They were looking around curiously, their pure eyes revealing ignorance and innocence. "Nianhua, Nianguo..."

Murong Xuanyi repeated in a trembling voice, it turned out that Yan'er was so obsessed with her China.

Su Meiniang burst into tears and choked up as she said, "Your Highness, Xiaoying specifically told me that you should choose a nickname for me."

Murong Xuanyi's eyes moved between the unconscious Yuan Ying and the ignorant baby in the cradle. Tears flowed and his vision blurred.

He slowly reached out his hand and gently stroked the child's rosy face, his voice hoarse with grief and expectation: "If it's a girl, let's call her Panpan, and if it's a boy, let's call him Qiqi. I hope a miracle will happen and that their mother will wake up soon."

After saying this, Murong Xuanyi seemed to have lost his soul, ignoring everything around him. He slowly bent down, his movements were gentle but trembling, and he held Yuan Ying tightly in his arms. He took heavy steps, and walked towards the direction of Prince Jing's mansion step by step. Every step seemed to use up all his strength. His figure gradually walked away from everyone's sight, leaving only silent sorrow.

Murong Xuanzhou sent the imperial physician from the palace to treat Yuan Ying. After taking Yuan Ying's pulse, the physician just shook his head. The people were extremely worried and offered their own methods.

At this moment, Yuan Ying seemed to be trapped in an endless, long and dark dream. Her consciousness wandered everywhere, unable to find its way out.

In a trance, she passed through layers of darkness and unexpectedly arrived at the familiar China. The streets and buildings were exactly as she remembered.

She was filled with surprise and could not believe that she had traveled back to the modern era. In an instant, the joy in her heart burst out like a dam bursting.