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

Murong Xuanyi had a gloomy face all the way, and Yuan Ying could see that he did not have a good relationship with his royal brothers.

It is also said that "since ancient times, there have been no fathers and sons in the royal family, and there have always been few brothers among emperors." The so-called brothers are nothing more than competitors on the road to becoming emperors.

After a long while, Murong Xuanyi said, "Xiaoying, don't go to the court. I will talk to the emperor for you."

He stared at her quietly, his eyes full of worry. He knew very well what it meant to be an official in the court. It was a world full of power struggles and darkness, and he didn't want her to be in it.

He thought of the days when his brothers were playing tricks on each other and playing along, and he felt disgusted. He didn't want to see her get sucked into such a vortex and lose her original innocence and kindness.

He then said softly, "I have always wanted you to be useful to Daxia, but now I don't want you to serve as an official in the court or face the darkness of power.

There are so many intrigues and schemes out there, and I'm worried that you might get hurt."

Yuan Ying raised his head, his eyes gleaming with determination: "I didn't want to at first, but now I've figured it out, since I'm in your Great Xia.

I just want to do something for this country and its people. I believe I have the ability to handle everything. You don’t have to worry.”

She really thought so. Since she had come to this strange world, she would do her best to help this country and its people.

Besides, if she didn't do it, would the emperor let her go? When the emperor was angry, blood would flow for thousands of miles. She knew this truth.

He looked at her with a conflicted feeling. He was proud of her courage and determination, but also worried about her identity as a woman. Once she entered the court, there would be no turning back.

Finally, he secretly made a decision in his heart that since she wanted to do it, he would support her and he would definitely protect her.

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The next day, after breakfast, Murong Xuanyi led Yuan Ying through several streets and arrived in front of a mansion. This was given to Yuan Ying by Emperor Kang Ren. The mansion was luxurious and there were four gatekeepers standing in front of the door.

Yuan Ying looked up and saw two words engraved on the plaque.

Yuan Mansion!

Zhao Wanqiu followed behind Yuan Ying and saw the magnificent mansion in front of him. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's so big!"

In the eyes of ordinary people, the house with three entrances and three exits is indeed an extremely spacious mansion, but in the eyes of real wealthy families, it is just a house slightly larger than a cross-courtyard.

Murong Xuanyi led Yuan Ying through the gate and came to a spacious front yard. The ground was paved with bluestone bricks, and there were several towering trees planted on both sides with lush branches and leaves, adding a bit of tranquility to the yard.

Walking through the front yard and arriving at the middle yard, you will see an exquisite hall with its doors and windows carved with exquisite patterns. The house is filled with brand new rosewood furniture, which exudes a faint rosewood scent.

On both sides of the hall are side rooms, whose doors and windows are also carved with exquisite patterns, and various landscape calligraphy and paintings are hung inside the rooms.

Yuxi was directing the cleaning. Seeing the two of them, she quickly stepped forward and saluted: "Your Highness, Master Yuan, your house is almost ready. Do you think you need anything else?"

Yuan Ying clasped his fists and said in return, "Madam, you have worked hard. There is no need to buy more."

She turned to Murong Xuanyi and said, "You don't have to spend so much money to buy me such expensive furniture. In fact, in my eyes, this is no different from ordinary wood. Besides, I don't care about this. You should take it away."

This all-red sandalwood furniture is extremely expensive, not to mention in ancient times, even in modern times. She is not a refined person, and in her eyes, it is no different from ordinary wood.

Murong Xuanyi said nonsense: "Well, new people, new atmosphere! Since there is a new owner, all the furniture should be replaced with new ones."

Suddenly he leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear: "It's not expensive. Besides, what's mine is yours. You don't have to feel burdened."

The breath from his nostrils gently sprayed on her ears, like cotton soaked in autumn teasing her ears.

Yuan Ying's body went numb. Just when he was about to push him away, he automatically took two steps back, raised his thick black eyebrows and smiled. With his tough and handsome face, there was an indescribable charm. Even the action of raising his eyebrows was full of ruffian spirit.

Yuan Ying couldn't help but feel her ears burning. She frowned slightly and glared at him: "Pervert!"

Murong Xuanyi was not annoyed and burst into laughter.

Luckily, she kept her distance after moving today.

Walking forward, they passed through a moon-shaped door in the middle courtyard and came to the backyard.

The backyard is the garden of the house. There is a small and exquisite pavilion here. Various flowers are planted around the pavilion. It is the chrysanthemum season now, and the fragrance is everywhere.

Next to the pavilion is a pond with lotus flowers planted in it. The lotus leaves are gradually drying up due to the autumn dew and cool breeze.

Zhao Wanqiu followed behind and watched carefully, and couldn't help feeling excited.

Looking at Yuan Ying excitedly, he said, "Sir, is this our home from now on? It's so big! I like it so much!"

Yuan Ying couldn't help but laugh and said, "Yes, this is our home, as long as you like it." The little girl became more lively as his personality changed.

After a tour, he returned to the middle courtyard. Yuan Ying was attracted by a painting in the hall called "Spirit of Mountains and Rivers".

The majestic mountain and river scenery, the strange and undulating rocks, the towering green pines, and the vibrant vitality can be seen from a high place.

It is said that the mountains and rivers are picturesque. This should be the case that all the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Xia Kingdom are included in this painting.

The mountains and rivers in the picture are so majestic and powerful that they shock the world. The artistic conception of the inscription is like the jade clouds in the heavenly palace.

Yuan Ying exclaimed: The painting is vigorous and powerful, and the brushwork is free and unrestrained; it is indeed a masterpiece!

Seeing how seriously she was watching, Murong Xuanyi jokingly asked, "Do you like it so much?"

Yuan Ying said without even raising his head: "Yeah, I like it!"

Murong Xuanyi smiled and said, "If you like it, I'll draw it for you next time."

Yuan Ying looked up at him in surprise: "Did you draw this?"

"What else?" Murong Xuanyi raised his chin proudly.

This arrogant little look made Yuan Ying roll his eyes.

However, his painting skills are indeed far beyond ordinary people, no wonder he is quite impressed by the scholar's paintings. His paintings are so exquisite that the scholar's achievements pale in comparison.

Yuan Ying really admired him. He really knew a lot. He was good at both literature and martial arts, and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It had to be said that the ancients had a good foundation.

"Xiaoying, why didn't you call me when you moved today?" Hua Qiansong's voice suddenly sounded in the middle courtyard.

Yuan Ying was surprised and asked, "Why are you here instead of staying at Hua Mansion with your mother?"

Hua Qiansong said angrily: "Aren't you going to take care of me in my old age? Why do you live in such a big house by yourself and don't you call me?"

Yuan Ying comforted him, "I thought you were going to stay with your mother at the Hua Mansion, so it's not a good idea to disturb you. Besides, you can stay here anytime. There is a room reserved for you."

Hua Qiansong smiled when he heard Yuan Ying's words. "That's better. I'm telling you, don't even think about dumping me."

She felt helpless!

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"Your Highness, Lord Yuan is ready for lunch." Yu Xi stepped forward and said.

The three of them moved to the front hall, where they saw eight exquisite dishes and one soup placed on a round rosewood table inlaid with marble. There were both meat and vegetable dishes, as well as soup, which greatly increased their appetite.

Seeing Yuan Ying frowning, Murong Xuanyi quickly said, "We're moving into a new house today, let's celebrate. We must finish the food and not waste it!"

"Celebrate by including me!" Song Yanshu's voice came from outside.

Although he didn't need to attend court now, he also heard that the emperor had rewarded Yuan Ying. Knowing that she was moving today, he specially selected many rare potted plants to send to her.

Murong Xuanyi frowned as he looked at the more than twenty rare varieties of potted plants placed in the central courtyard.

Ancient boxwood, Podocarpus, black pine, thousand-year-old cypress, five-needle pine, deep-sea coral, fine-leaved orchid...

It is no less valuable than the rosewood furniture he gave me.

Yuan Ying got a headache when she looked at those expensive potted plants that she couldn't name.

Although she is not good at growing flowers, she knows that these uniquely shaped potted plants are very expensive.

Her eyes roamed among the potted plants, trying to find a suitable excuse to refuse.

Yuan Ying took a deep breath and said to Song Yanshu, "These potted plants are beautiful, but my knowledge of plants is very limited. They are too expensive, and I would be guilty if they died.

If you want to give me something, give me something cheap and easy to raise. The kind that I wouldn’t feel bad if it died.”

Song Yanshu smiled dotingly: "It doesn't matter. If it dies, I'll get you a new one."

After saying that, Song Yanshu ignored her and directed the servants. According to his instructions, the servants carefully placed pots of exquisite potted plants in every corner of the house.

As the potted plants are put in place one by one, the atmosphere of the whole room gradually becomes full of vitality and greenery, as if it can instantly soothe people's restlessness and anxiety.

During the meal, both of them were diligent in pouring wine and serving food to Hua Qiansong. His eyes moved back and forth between Song Yanshu and Murong Xuanyi.

There was a hint of scrutiny and consideration in his eyes, as if he was weighing the pros and cons of the two.

Song Yanshu sat on Hua Qiansong's left. He had a tall stature, handsome face and elegant manners.

The most important thing is that he is a descendant of Song Jinghuai. If he were to be her husband, he would be a good man.

Hua Qiansong nodded and smiled with satisfaction, as if he had made the right choice.