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

There was snow outside Prince Jing's mansion, and inside the house.

The sixty-year-old Yuan Ying raised his hand and gently touched Murong Xuanyi's face, his eyes full of attachment and emotion, and whispered softly: "You are still so handsome, and the years seem to have never left any traces on your face."

After saying this, she smiled slightly at herself, her eyes falling on her graying temples in the bronze mirror, "Look, I'm already old."

Murong Xuanyi stared at her quietly, his deep eyes filled with complex emotions like a turbulent undercurrent.

In the two years since Hua Qiansong and Su Meiniang passed away, Yuan Ying's health has deteriorated. She was injured in her early years, and her premature birth seriously damaged her vitality, leaving behind a root of illness. Those injuries were like hidden demons, eroding her health bit by bit.

He looked at Yuan Ying in front of him, his heart full of heartache and reluctance.

Yuan Ying's hand slowly slid across his cheek. The touch of his fingertips seemed to carry the warmth of the past years. Every inch of it was filled with memories.

"Xuan Yi, this time, I'm really going back. Don't be sad, I'm just going back to where I should go." Yuan Ying took a deep breath and tried her best to keep her voice steady, but her slightly trembling tone still revealed the turmoil in her heart.

"You... must live a good life. Promise me! Come back to me a hundred years later." Her eyes carefully traced Murong Xuanyi's face for the last time, every contour and every texture, as if they were deeply imprinted in her heart.

Murong Xuanyi hugged Yuan Ying tightly, tears welling up in his eyes and dripping onto her face. "Okay, I promise you."

A smile appeared on Yuan Ying's lips. Using the last of his strength, he raised his hand and gently touched Murong Xuanyi's face. Then, his hand slowly dropped down and he died.

Murong Xuanyi sat on the ground in a daze, his eyes empty and hopeless. After a long while, he slowly stood up, gently placed Yuan Ying on the couch where they had slept together, tidied her hair, and gently covered her with a quilt.

Murong Xuanyi took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, and put it into his mouth. He lay down beside Yuan Ying, held her hand tightly, and said softly: "I said, no matter where you are, I will accompany you to the ends of the earth."

Soon, the drug took effect, and Murong Xuanyi slowly closed his eyes with a look of relief on his face. In the last moment of his life, he seemed to see Yuan Ying walking towards him with a smile in another world.

Qiqi and Panpan were struck by lightning when they heard the sad news of their parents' death. The mansion was in mourning inside and outside, and the heavy atmosphere made people feel suffocated.

Murong Xuanyi only left them six words, "Sleepe together in life and be buried together in death!" These six short words struck Qiqi and Panpan's hearts like a heavy hammer. The unswerving love between their parents moved the world.

Song Yanshu was in the Duke's Mansion, quietly reading ancient books in his study, when he suddenly heard a funeral bell. The sound was filled with endless grief, as if to tighten one's heart. He was startled, and the ancient book "slapped" to the ground, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

"Someone come!" Song Yanshu shouted anxiously, his voice trembling slightly with anxiety, "Go and find out where this sound comes from!"

Mo Li quickly went out to inquire. After a moment, he came back with a heavy face, "General, Lord Yuan and His Royal Highness Prince Jing went together!"

Song Yanshu almost lost his balance. "Go together?" What does "go together" mean?

He said in disbelief, "How is it possible? How is it possible? He just turned 60, how could he be gone?"

Mo Li choked up and said,

"It's absolutely true. The emperor has already left the palace. Lady Yuan was covered in injuries in her early years. The imperial physician had diagnosed this before. It's a miracle that she can live to be sixty."

"What about Prince Jing? Prince Jing is in such good health. We even had a martial arts competition together a few days ago."

Mo Li said even more sadly, "Your Highness Prince Jing...he...took poison..."

Song Yanshu walked towards Prince Jing's Mansion with heavy and staggering steps.

Along the way, the wind and snow howled, and the cold snowflakes hit his face wantonly, but he was completely unaware. Qiqi's words kept circling in his mind, "They left...left..."

These words were like sharp blades, piercing his heart again and again.

The gate of Prince Jing's Mansion was already open, and the mansion was dead silent except for the white tent shivering in the cold wind.

Song Yanshu stepped into the mansion, but the familiar courtyard was now filled with suffocating sadness.

Inside the mourning hall, Qiqi, the general who was so majestic on the battlefield, was now in tears, standing in front of his parents' mourning hall for a long time.

Anyang, Wei Ruchi, Murong Xuanyu and others hurried to Prince Jing's Mansion after hearing the news. At that time, Prince Jing's Mansion was already shrouded in a sad atmosphere, which was so depressing that it made people breathless.

Anyang staggered, his eyes red as he trotted into the mourning hall. The moment he saw Yuan Ying and Murong Xuanyi in the coffin, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, Wei Ruchi supported him in time.

"How could...how could this happen..." Anyang burst into tears, "Fifth brother and sister-in-law, they are so nice, how could this happen..." Her voice was full of disbelief and grief.

Song Yanshu walked slowly to the coffin and looked at Yuan Ying in the coffin.

At this moment, she was lying there peacefully, still wearing an extremely ordinary horse-faced skirt and a simple hairpin, which had never changed in decades.

The only change was that her hair turned white and now had a lot of silver strands.

Murong Xuanyi, who was beside her, was wearing a black robe, his face was calm and peaceful, as if he had just fallen into a deep sleep. His eyes, which were once sharp and full of spirit, were now gently closed, but they seemed to still hide the years of war and tenderness in the past. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had found eternal peace in the last moment of his life, and his hands, which were tightly folded in front of him, still retained the posture of holding Yuan Ying even after his death, as if they would never let go even in another world.

Song Yanshu's gaze slowly moved between Yuan Ying and Murong Xuanyi, the past surging in his heart like a tide.

Once upon a time, he also had passionate emotions and longed to occupy a place in Yuan Ying's world, and even secretly competed with Murong Xuanyi for this.

At that time, he was fully confident that he would be able to impress Yuan Ying with his sincerity and persistence. But now, the scene before him made him completely understand that what his mother had said was so profound - he could never get between them.

He looked at the two people who were tightly holding each other in the coffin. Even at the last moment of his life, Murong Xuanyi never let go of Yuan Ying's hand. This deep affection between life and death shocked him deeply.

It turns out that dependence on life and death has never been an empty oath, but an eternal promise written with life.

When the news of Yuan Ying and Murong Xuanyi's upcoming burial spread, the entire capital was immersed in sorrow. On the day of the funeral, the sky was still filled with snowflakes, as if the heavens were also weeping for the departure of the couple.

Early in the morning, the people of the capital spontaneously gathered on both sides of the streets. They were dressed in plain clothes, holding white flowers, their eyes full of grief and reluctance.

Among the crowd, there were students who had studied hard in the academy founded by Yuan Ying. They knew that if it were not for Yuan Ying's kindness, they might never have had the opportunity to succeed. There were also patients and their families who were cured in the hospital. The medical school and hospital founded by Yuan Ying and Hua Qiansong brought hope of life to countless patients. Murong Xuanyi, the King of Jing, who had made great military achievements, had led the army to repel foreign enemies many times and protected the peace of the people of Daxia. He had a very high prestige in the hearts of the people.

The coffin was slowly carried out of Prince Jing's mansion. Qiqi and Panpan, dressed in heavy mourning, walked in front of the coffin with their children, looking heartbroken.

Murong Xuanzhou was dressed in plain white mourning clothes, and his steps were heavy and firm, followed closely by Song Yanshu, Wei Ruchi and Murong Xuanyu. They walked quickly to the side of the coffin, held one side firmly with their hands, and said in a choked voice: "Fifth brother, fifth sister-in-law, we are here to see you off for the last time."

The funeral procession moved forward slowly, and the people on both sides of the street knelt down and cried, shouting, "Master Yuan, Prince Jing, rest in peace!"

When the coffin was put into the grave, the sky suddenly cleared up, and golden light shone everywhere. Two sturdy birds flapped their wings from a distance, their feathers gleaming golden light under the sunlight, like divine birds coming to the world. They flew together, towards the shining sun, flying farther and farther.

In the crowd, a poet dressed in a plain robe and with an elegant temperament could not help but mutter to himself. Although his voice was soft, it was clearly audible in this silent cemetery:

"They did not leave, but returned to their place in the stars."