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

After breakfast the next day, Murong Xuanyi did not set off in a hurry, but said to Yuan Ying: "Xiaoying, Liuan Town is the most prosperous town in Luozhou Prefecture, do you want to go for a walk?"

It didn’t matter to Yuan Ying whether she went shopping or not. She didn’t like shopping and she didn’t have time to develop the habit of shopping when she was in the army.

She looked at Old Man Hua: "Master, are you going?"

Old Man Hua waved his hand and said, "Don't call me, I don't have time." Then he went back to his room. Apart from eating and sleeping, he has been studying some Western medicine recently.

Yuan Ying said to Murong Xuanyi: "Then I won't go either."

Murong Xuanyi held his forehead with his hand. Is this really a girl? Isn't it said that girls like shopping? He originally wanted to take her shopping to improve her impression, but she didn't give him the chance.

Murong Xuanyi's eyes rolled and he said, "How about you accompany me to go shopping? I will give you a Western Region BMW as a gift?"

Fang Yang's eyes widened in shock. He only had two Western Region horses, which were given to him by the emperor when he won five consecutive battles in the desert.

I don't like anything else, except these two Western BMWs. No one can touch them.

The Duke had been asking for it for several years but the Prince was reluctant to give it to him. Today he was so generous as to give it to Yuan Ying. This... this...

When Yuan Ying heard this, his eyes sparkled and he asked, "Really?"

Murong Xuanyi smiled and said, "Of course it's true. Everything I said to you is true..."

Before he finished his words, Yuan Ying had already run to the gate, fearing that he would change his mind.

Murong Xuanyi looked at her from behind, his eyes full of affection. He shook his head and followed her.

Fang Yang and Jiang Chong looked at each other and followed closely. It seems that the master is too fond of Yuan Ying. Although it is for the purpose of retaining talents in Daxia, there should be no bottom line.

But it is not their turn to decide what I do. They can only obey me unconditionally.

Liuan Town is worthy of being the most prosperous town in Luozhou Prefecture. The streets and alleys are bustling.

The streets are crowded with vendors, cars and people are busy, and a wide variety of goods are displayed in the streets and alleys. The vendors shout one after another, and people come and go, communicating with each other. It is a thriving scene.

Yuan Ying and Murong Xuanyi were walking aimlessly on the street. Murong Xuanyi said, "Just buy whatever you like!"

Yuan Ying said: "I don't need to buy anything. Didn't you say you wanted to go to the street?"

Murong Xuanyi was a little embarrassed and said, "Haha... How could I not need it? You can take a look at jewelry, headwear, clothing, snacks, etc."

Yuan Ying asked, "Why should I buy jewelry?"

Murong Xuanyi almost let the cat out of the bag. He quickly said, "Buy it for your sweetheart."

"Oh, she doesn't like it." Yuan Ying said without thinking.

Murong Xuanyi: "..."

The two walked forward side by side. They saw a painting stall. The stall owner was a young man who looked like a scholar. His body was covered with patches, which was out of tune with the surrounding prosperity. No one was interested in the stall.

There are many finished paintings hanging around the stall, most of which are plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, peony and landscape paintings; there are also a few calligraphy and paintings.

Although Yuan Ying didn't know Chinese painting, she could still tell that this person was very good at painting. His paintings were brilliant and his brushwork was brilliant. There was endless charm flowing between his brushstrokes.

The calligraphy and paintings are vigorous and majestic, just like the magnificence of mountains and rivers.

Yuan Ying had to admire the wisdom and heritage of the ancients. If it were in modern times, it would definitely be a master expert. It was a pity that he was born at the wrong time.

As for why the paintings are good but still no one is interested in them, it’s simply because the market demand is not right.

Yuan Ying stepped forward, pointed at the painting and asked, "Brother, how much is this painting?"

The scholar quickly stood up and clasped his fists, saying, "Sir, you are so polite! This painting is 25 coins each."

"How many tickets were sold today?" Yuan Ying continued.

The scholar scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I'm unlucky today. I haven't opened the stall yet."

Yuan Ying generously said: "I like your paintings very much. Give me one of each."

The scholar was flattered and said, "Sir, are you telling the truth?"

"Well! Calculate how much money it is."

The scholar quickly packed up the scroll and said, "Sir, there are 12 pictures in total. Just give me 250 coins!"

When Yuan Ying was about to take the silver, Murong Xuanyi signaled Jiang Chong to take ten taels of silver. He put it on the stall and said, "No need to change." He knew that this girl was willing to help this young man. As long as he could make her happy, it would be fine.

The scholar took the silver and said, "No, sir. It's too much." The scholar said he didn't want anything. His paintings were not worth so much money. This was more than he could earn in a year.

Yuan Ying said, "Just take it. I'll lend you my stall. The extra money will be considered as rent."

Murong Xuanyi and Xiucai were both a little surprised. They didn't know why she wanted to borrow the stall?

Yuan Ying did not explain much to them. He walked to the stall, turned the brush upside down, and used the brush tip to dip in ink to paint on the paper.

After a while, a lifelike painting of the God of Wealth appeared on the paper. The painting was so lifelike that the scholar was amazed.

But the two of them didn't understand why she drew the God of Wealth? Did it mean that he would have a lot of money?

Yuan Ying smiled at the scholar and said, "This painting will definitely be sold within ten minutes."

Before the two of them came to their senses, Yuan Ying opened the painting in front of him and shouted, "Welcome the God of Wealth! Welcome the God of Wealth! Who wants to welcome the God of Wealth?"

The vendors and passers-by in the surrounding area all gathered to watch, and when they saw the vivid God of Wealth on paper, they bowed to pray for wealth.

Everyone said, "Little brother, I'll take this God of Wealth. How much silver do you want?"

"Little brother, I want one too. Give it to me."

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"This uncle opened the conversation first, so I'll give him 25 cents and take him home. Uncle, the God of Wealth will always be with you. I wish you a prosperous business and lots of money!"

After he finished speaking, everyone started to scramble for the food.

"Please don't rush to buy them. The God of Wealth will be unhappy. If you want to invite the God of Wealth, please go to the stall in front. It's 25 cents per piece." Yuan Ying said seriously.

Soon, the stall that had been deserted before was crowded with people. Xiucai was so busy that he couldn't keep up. Yuan Ying and Murong Xuanyi joined in to help.

After a while of busy work, they finally sent a group of people away. The scholar bowed to Yuan Ying and said, "Thank you for your kindness, young master!"

Yuan Ying said calmly: "There is nothing wrong with your painting skills, but do you know why your paintings are not selling well? The positioning of your works is wrong.

How many ordinary people have the leisure to appreciate flowers, plants, calligraphy and paintings? Many people don't even know how to read.

No matter how valuable your paintings are, they will feel that they are not as real as a steamed bun.

You need to paint something that everyone can understand and that has a good meaning. Only then will there be a market for it.”

The scholar suddenly had an epiphany, and excitedly grasped Yuan Ying's hand and said, "Sir, you are truly my benefactor. Please accept my greetings."

Murong Xuanyi's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes became extremely ugly.

Yuan Ying helped him up and pulled his hand back, saying, "No need to thank me, you can paint some fertility-giving Guanyin, Shancai Tongzi, the Three Stars of Fortune, Longevity and Happiness, etc.

You have to change your stall frequently, you can’t just stay in one place. It’s up to you to figure out the details!”

The scholar nodded his head like pounding garlic: "Thank you for your kindness, sir. I will remember it all."

Yuan Ying was annoyed at this damn kindness, he was clearly living a mess, but he couldn't bear to see others suffer.

They said goodbye to the scholar and continued to stroll around. Murong Xuanyi looked at Yuan Ying eagerly and said, "Xiaoying, is there anything you don't know?"

She was really like a treasure, always bringing him endless surprises.

Yuan Ying said mischievously: "I can't give birth to a child."

Murong Xuanyi tapped her forehead lovingly and said, "Of course you wouldn't do this alone."

Murong Xuanyi looked at her and smiled mischievously. It was a mischievous smile, and even his thick eyebrows were rippling.

Yuan Ying suddenly realized what was happening and his face flushed red. He glared at him and cursed, "You bastard!" Then he ignored him and continued forward.

Murong Xuanyi looked at her blushing face and followed her in a good mood.

Several people entered the largest restaurant in the town. It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was crowded with customers. The dining atmosphere was very lively, and the waiter was overwhelmed. They directly booked a room on the second floor.

While waiting for the meal, Yuan Ying spread the painting he bought on the table and admired it carefully. Murong Xuanyi joked, "Do you like this painting so much? Your painting skills are just average."

Yuan Ying raised his head and looked at Murong Xuanyi and said, "Just ordinary? You can?" The ceiling in her eyes was just ordinary in his eyes.

Murong Xuanyi proudly lowered the corners of his lips and glanced at her. He said, "These are all basic homework, you must know them. If you like, I will draw them for you later."

Yuan Ying thought so too. In ancient times, children of nobles had to be proficient in "etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics", not to mention that he was a prince. It was obvious that she asked a very stupid question.

Although the restaurant was packed with customers, the dishes were served quickly. Soon the table was full.

Seeing this, Yuan Ying could not help but say, "There are only four of us. We can't finish all the dishes you ordered. "The rich have wine and meat, while the poor freeze to death on the streets."

The food you waste may be someone else's life-saving food! Waste is shameful! "

"Okay, okay, little ancestor, we'll eat it all and make sure nothing is wasted, eat quickly."

Murong Xuanyi reluctantly picked up a piece of food for her. He had originally thought that she had a big appetite, so he ordered more. Unexpectedly, this little girl didn't appreciate it. Oh!

Yuan Ying devoured the food quickly, and soon all the food on the table was eaten by four people. Yuan Ying left the restaurant with a bulging stomach.

Yuan Ying took into consideration that the weather was getting colder as autumn approached, and that neither he nor Old Man Hua had any warm clothes yet.

They came to a ready-made clothing store, and Yuan Ying picked out several sets of ready-made clothes for Old Man Hua.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi was jealous: "Xiaoying, I want one too!"

Yuan Ying looked at him in confusion. Why would he wear the clothes of ordinary people? Aren't they all special supplies?

But she couldn't refuse; "Then choose one for yourself."

"I don't know how to choose, so you help me choose. I like whatever you choose." Murong Xuanyi said.

Yuan Ying was speechless. But she was still choosing for him very seriously. However, she, who hadn't bought clothes for 800 years, really couldn't agree with his taste.

I chose a set of black ready-made clothes for Murong Xuanyi, the style was from a few years ago.

If Murong Xuanyi hadn't seen how carefully she was choosing, he would have suspected that this girl was doing it on purpose.

But he still liked it, because it was the first gift the little girl gave him.

It's the same when it comes to choosing for yourself, black, blue and gray. The main feature is that it is resistant to dirt and durable.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi quickly stopped him and said, "None of these can highlight your temperament."

So he picked out a few red brocade robes for her and said, "Red looks good on you!"

Yuan Ying frowned: "How do you know I look good in red? You haven't seen it before."

Murong Xuanyi choked. He wanted to say that he had seen it in his dream. Thinking of this, his old face turned red.

But he still pretended to be nonchalant and said, "I guessed, you trust my judgment."

Finally, under Murong Xuanyi's coaxing, I bought a few sets of red, purple, white, and blue, mainly the one Murong Xuanyi liked.

Yuan Ying didn't care. She had no requirements for food and clothing. As long as she had enough to eat and warm clothes, it was enough. It was simple and easy to feed her.

Murong Xuanyi rushed to pay for all the other clothes, except for his, which was paid for by Yuan Ying.

Fang Yang and Jiang Chong followed behind them with bags of various sizes hanging on their bodies.

Several people were strolling along the street, looking at this, touching that. It was so fresh!

As night falls, the streets become more lively, with brightly lit shops and lanterns hanging high up, decorating the streets like a dream.

In this bustling street, people seem to have forgotten their tiredness and worries and are immersed in this prosperous atmosphere.