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

In the next few days, Yuan Ying was asked by Old Man Hua to do hard labor. On the fourth day, Yuan Ying said he would not go no matter what.

Old Man Hua said calmly, "Alas, have you stayed in Zhuang County long enough? It's time to look somewhere else..."

Yuan Ying was so angry that he could only threaten people, but he couldn't do anything to him because he needed help from him.

Resigned to his fate, he carried the backpack on his back and followed behind the old man.

Today they took a bullock cart to Jiufeng Mountain, which is more than ten miles outside the county town. Jiufeng Mountain is steep and majestic, and is a rugged mountain range composed of several high mountains.

Although Jiufeng Mountain does not cover a large area, the terrain is dangerous, and there are poisonous insects and fierce beasts in the deep forests. People living nearby rarely come to this mountain to collect herbs, so many rare medicinal materials are available.

In the eyes of Old Man Hua, choosing to enter the mountain to collect herbs is the best choice.

The two entered a deep valley surrounded by clouds and mist, as if they were in a fairyland, with all worldly troubles left behind.

I have been following Old Man Hua in collecting herbs these days, and at least I can distinguish most of the poisons and herbs.

Yuan Ying took the initiative to dig some herbs without the need for Old Man Hua to point them out, and Old Man Hua looked very pleased.

"That's great! In the future, when you want to look for herbs, you don't have to go up the mountain to pick them yourself." Old Man Hua whispered.

"What did you say?" Yuan Ying asked without hearing clearly.

For the first time, Old Man Hua said seriously:

"Collecting and identifying herbs is the entry-level course for doctors. If you are lazy in the basics, you will be irresponsible to the patients!"

Yuan Ying nodded sincerely, which was rare. I didn't expect this old man to have some integrity. But she didn't say she wanted to study medicine.

She was about to retort that she didn't want to study medicine, but Old Man Hua raised the stick in his hand. She quickly swallowed her words back.

The two continued forward, and there were many varieties of herbs on the roadside. Yuan Ying kept digging herbs, walking further and further, and going deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, Yuan Ying saw a familiar plant growing next to a secluded rock in front of him.

It was a plant with many green leaves, and each leaflet was oval, gradually pointed at the tip, cuneate at the base, with a few bristles scattered on the veins, and a red flower blooming on it.

"Ginseng!" Yuan Ying screamed in surprise. She recognized it as she had seen a picture of it on the Internet.

The old man saw that it was indeed ginseng. This little girl was lucky. This ginseng was at least a hundred years old.

Yuan Ying walked to the ginseng with a bright smile on his face, and carefully prepared to dig out the king ginseng.

This time the old man was reluctant to let her dig. Perhaps he was afraid that her hands would shake and break the roots, which would then be worthless.

I saw Old Man Hua kneeling down to worship the ginseng before digging it, then tying a red rope around the ginseng. I also saw him drawing a one-meter square frame on the ground around the ginseng and inserting four sticks at the four corners.

Finally, I dug a 1-meter circle with the ginseng as the center, put the ginseng inside, and slowly dug the soil under the ginseng along the outer circle; the surrounding tree roots were entangled with the ginseng; it was really difficult to dig.

Finally, it took two hours to dig up the ginseng intact. The old man mixed some moss and soil with the ginseng, wrapped it up, and tied it with straw ropes like a zongzi.

Then he said to Yuan Ying: "See, this is how ginseng is dug." After saying that, he walked back with the ginseng in his hand in a very good mood.

After a while, Yuan Ying didn't catch up. Turning back, I saw her digging something not far from the ginseng.

Old Man Hua walked closer and saw that Yuan Ying was digging a blooming wild flower with great effort.

The old man asked in confusion: "Why are you digging a wild flower?"

Yuan Ying looked up at the old man with tears in his eyes and said, "It's not a wild flower, it's called lily of the valley."

Seeing her crying, Old Man Hua felt his heart tighten and said worriedly, "Little Ancestor, if it's not a wild flower, then it's not a wild flower. Why are you crying?"

Having known this girl for such a long time, she has always been stubborn, strong and optimistic. She is so strong that he even forgets that she is also a little girl who cries easily.

Yuan Ying ignored the old man and continued digging carefully. After a while, Yuan Ying dug out a complete lily of the valley with its roots and soil.

This is my mother’s favorite flower. My mother loves growing flowers and always grows many flowers that she can’t even name.

She only loves lily of the valley, which she doesn't understand. Her mother said, "Lily of the valley grows in secluded valleys, and its purity is more beautiful than jade. I like its purity and elegance."

In this strange world, she could actually meet her mother's favorite lily of the valley. Seeing the lily of the valley was like seeing her mother. She cried with joy.

The moon was high in the sky, the stars were shining, Yuan Ying and the old man were driving the ox cart back slowly under the night sky.

Murong Xuanyi was looking forward to it in the room. He sent Fang Yang to look at the city gate several times. If Fang Yang didn't come back, he would go into the mountains to look for him.

Yuan Ying jumped off the ox cart holding the lily of the valley, hurriedly ran into the room and put the lily of the valley down. Without even bothering to drink water, he ran to find a flowerpot to transplant the lily of the valley.

Murong Xuanyi came over with the food and asked unhappily, "Why did you come back so late?"

She didn't care: "Yeah! I went a little far today, so I came back a little late."

Then he took Murong Xuanyi's food and put it on the table without touching it, and continued to water the lily of the valley.

Murong Xuanyi glanced at it and asked, "Where did you pick these wild flowers?"

Yuan Ying said seriously: "This is not a wild flower, it is called lily of the valley, also known as Junying grass. In my hometown, lily of the valley is known as the "orchid in the empty valley."

It blooms quietly in the deep mountain canyons, with the stars as its companions in the night breeze, waiting to be picked by the right person.

There is also the hope that happiness will return and spring will come again.”

"The orchid grows in deep valleys and does not lose its fragrance even when there is no one around. A gentleman cultivates his moral principles and does not change his principles because of poverty. It is a symbol of purity and nobility." Yuan Ying introduced in a torrent of words.

Murong Xuanyi was a little surprised. It was the first time he saw him like an item so much. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You like it very much?"

Yuan Ying's eyes dimmed a little and he said, "My mother likes it."

"Where is your mother?" Murong Xuanyi asked casually.

Yuan Ying lowered her eyelids and remained silent for a long time, so long that Murong Xuanyi thought she would not answer. She whispered, "She is in another world."

Unexpectedly, his mother had also passed away. Murong Xuanyi quickly apologized: "I'm sorry!"

Yuan Ying was stunned. It was obvious that he had misunderstood her, and she didn't want to explain too much.

When he was about to send the food to Old Man Hua, Murong Xuanyi quickly stopped him and said, "Your master Fang Yang sent it to him. This is yours."

Yuan Ying sat down and finished his dinner in no time. Murong Xuanyi sat opposite him and looked at him quietly.

Today he was wearing a sky-blue cloth robe, quietly tending to the flower.

The whole person instantly looks soft, with a sweet smile, giving people a very well-behaved feeling.

Ever since the two of them untied the knot of spies, Murong Xuanyi has always been attracted to Yuan Ying unconsciously.

He likes to be alone with him. If he can't see him for a day, he will miss him very much, and his eyes will always chase his figure uncontrollably...

Murong Xuanyi was shocked when he thought of this, his face suddenly became even uglier, and he fled out of Yuan Ying's house.

Yuan Ying saw Murong Xuanyi running out for no apparent reason. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Back in the room, Murong Xuanyi kept repeating: Impossible, impossible, he just has something special so I took a closer look at him. He is definitely not a homosexual.

Although there are people in this dynasty who are fond of both men and women, he despises such people from the bottom of his heart. How could he be such a person?

At this time Fang Yang came over to help Murong Xuanyi change clothes and wash. Murong Xuanyi stared at Fang Yang with burning eyes, and when he was helping him undress, his hand was on Fang Yang's hand, and he suddenly jumped away as if he had been electrocuted. He was disgusted. He could not have this feeling towards Fang Yang.

He waved his hand and asked Fang Yang to leave. Fang Yang felt that his grandfather was very abnormal tonight. The way he looked at him was also very... well, I can't explain it, but it gave me goosebumps.

After Fang Yang left, Murong Xuanyi sat at the table and pondered. He was sure that he had no feelings for Fang Yang at all, so he was not into homosexuality.

Murong Xuanyi figured it out and stopped worrying about it. He washed himself and went to bed.

Not long after he fell asleep, Yuan Ying came into his room in a red dress, with her long black hair spread out behind her. She had a graceful figure and a soft and slender waist. She looked like a girl.

Her face was as rosy as a peach, her eyes were full of affection, she walked to the bedside and slowly took his hand, shyly and smartly called him Brother Xuan Yi, and asked him why he ran away just now?

She complained that her shoulders hurt from picking herbs today and asked him to massage them for her. He stood up unconsciously, pulled her into his arms little by little, and gently massaged her shoulders.

But she looked up at him with a smile, her eyes were like silk, and seemed to be a little shy, which made him confused and fascinated. In the end, he firmly grasped her slender waist and pressed towards her, and the two of them fell into a charming moment...

Then, Murong Xuanyi woke up and stood up in annoyance.

Not only did he have such a dream, but in the dream, he even thought of Yuan Ying as a woman! He felt that something was wrong with him...

I remember hearing the old soldiers say something silly in the Mobei military camp: "I haven't seen women in the military camp for three years. I can even think about sex when I see a sow." Could it be that I can think about sex when I see a man...

He was twenty-six this year and it was time for him to get married. Three years ago, he went to the southern border of the desert to defend his mother and was in mourning. He did not mention marriage for three years. This time when he returned to Beijing, his father granted him a marriage and he did not refuse.

As descendants of the royal family, both men and women must put the interests of the royal family first. Marriage has never been decided by oneself since ancient times, so it doesn't matter who you marry.