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

Song Yanshu stood in front of the window, looking at the night outside, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. In a few days, he would be on a diplomatic mission to Sulu.

The journey is unknown and the return date is unpredictable. The long-hidden emotions are like a lamp shrouded in the darkness of the night, longing for light but afraid of it being extinguished.

Song Yanshu sighed, turned around and walked to the desk, picked up the pen to write, but hesitated. Finally, he put down the pen and decided to use actions instead of words to prove his intentions with practical actions.

On the other hand, Yuan Ying returned to her own house, her heart was also full of ups and downs. Although she remained a bystander to the various disputes in the palace, Murong Xuanyi's determination and Wei Ruolan's loss made her feel a little regretful and sighed that fate was playing tricks on her.

I used to think that the ancients lived a simple life, had pure emotions, and that marriages were mostly arranged by parents and matchmakers. Now it seems that even outside the palace, there are unknown emotional entanglements and complex human nature. Yuan Ying sighed.

The next morning, Song Yanshu found an opportunity to go to Yuan Ying's house. He mustered up his courage and decided to express his feelings to Yuan Ying today.

But when he arrived at Yuan Ying's mansion, Murong Xuanyi was talking to Yuan Ying, and Yuan Ying was smiling brightly.

Song Yanshu's heart sank suddenly and his pace slowed down involuntarily. He felt mixed emotions and was vaguely uneasy.

Could it be that Xuan Yi's rejection of the marriage proposal from the Prime Minister's Mansion was related to Xiao Ying? Was his appearance at the wrong time? However, the persistence and impulse in his heart made it impossible for him to retreat easily.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, walked forward slowly, and tried to make his voice sound calm and firm: "Xuan Yi, why are you here so early?"

Murong Xuanyi raised his head, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his usual composure: "Well! I came to see Master Yuan for some official business. What are you doing?"

Song Yanshu looked at Yuan Ying and spoke slowly, "I'm going on a long journey this time, and I'm afraid the journey will be long, so I want to learn some flute skills from Xiaoying to relieve my boredom.

Yuan Ying was a little surprised when she heard this. She thought he came to ask about the affairs of Sulu.

"Then you have to wait a moment. Lord Yuan and I still have some matters to discuss with the Ministry of Revenue." Murong Xuanyi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but a barely perceptible cunning flashed in his eyes.

Song Yanshu's heart tightened. Looking at Murong Xuanyi and Yuan Ying chatting happily, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

"Then I'll step aside for now." He turned away helplessly, but secretly made up his mind to find an opportunity to be alone with Yuan Ying.

After Song Yanshu left, Yuan Ying cast a glance at him and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "May I ask, Your Majesty, what is the purpose of this summons?"

"Do you really want to teach him how to play the flute?" Murong Xuanyi said with a bit of jealousy in his tone.

"I want to learn it too, why don't you teach me too!"

Yuan Ying stared at Murong Xuanyi, who was currently expressing his emotions in an almost unreasonable manner, which made Yuan Ying feel an indescribable anger.

Yuan Ying no longer paid attention to Murong Xuanyi. Her mind was completely immersed in the mountain of account books on the desk.

However, her inner turmoil was like a surging tide, making it difficult for her to calm down and study carefully even when faced with densely packed numbers and entries. Those words seemed to have turned into blurred shadows, making it difficult to capture their true meaning.

She couldn't help but start to reflect on when she changed from initially resisting Murong Xuanyi's domineering behavior to acquiescence now.

She even became more tolerant of his unreasonable behavior. Once upon a time, she vowed to keep a clear distance from him, but now it has quietly blurred and disappeared.

She was shocked to find that she had unknowingly enjoyed spending time alone with him more and more. Their daily meetings had become a secret anticipation that lingered in her heart and could not be shaken off.

"Could it be..."

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind like lightning in the dark night, but she quickly rejected it.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! How could I...how could I fall in love with a homosexual? This is absolutely ridiculous!"

She screamed in her heart, trying to nip this sudden emotion in the bud.

Murong Xuanyi could remain indifferent to a stunning beauty like Wei Ruolan, so his sexual orientation was clear and there was no need to say more.

How could I love him like this?

"Oh my god, I really shouldn't stay with someone with a different mentality for a long time. After a while, I'll become a pervert."

She sighed secretly, and an indescribable fear and uneasiness surged in her heart.

No! No! I must stay away from this pervert, lest I get infected.

Perversion is contagious!

Seeing that she was distracted, Murong Xuanyi reached out and tapped the table lightly, "What are you thinking about?"

Yuan Ying suddenly came back to his senses, "Nothing, just looking at the account book."

"Oh? What do you think of what I just said?" Murong Xuanyi raised his eyebrows, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Yuan Ying was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he had just said that he wanted to learn flute skills. "Your Majesty is a noble man, why do you need me to teach you?"

"I don't mind, and...I also want to know more about your preferences." He looked at her meaningfully.

However, Yuan Ying's emotions suddenly lost control when she heard his ambiguous words. She stood up suddenly, with a hint of anger in her tone:

"There are many musicians in the palace with superb skills. Your Highness, why should you go far away? I have been busy recently. I hope Your Highness will understand. If there is nothing urgent, please do not disturb me. If there is nothing else, please move to another place!"

Murong Xuanyi's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He obviously hadn't expected her to react like this. He secretly wondered in his heart, could it be because of Song Yanshu?

He stared at Yuan Ying deeply, and finally said slowly: "In this case, I won't bother you anymore."

After saying this, he turned and left, with a barely perceptible loneliness in his back.

Yuan Ying looked at his departing back, feeling somewhat regretful. She knew she shouldn't be so impulsive, but she really couldn't stand Murong Xuanyi's ambiguous attitude.

On the other side, Song Yanshu was waiting anxiously in the hall. He didn't know what Murong Xuanyi and Yuan Ying were talking about, nor did he know if he still had a chance to confess his feelings to her.

Suddenly, Murong Xuanyi came out of the study with a very unhappy look on his face. He glanced at Song Yanshu and said, "I advise you not to disturb her now."

After saying that, he strode out of the house.

Not long after Murong Xuanyi left, Yuan Ying came out of the study and was a little surprised to see Song Yanshu in the hall.

"You haven't left yet?" His tone was a little unhappy.

"Xiaoying, I..." He really couldn't say the words of love in such an atmosphere.

"It's good that you haven't left. Come to the study and I have something to tell you." After saying that, he went back to the study.

Although Song Yanshu didn't know what she wanted to say to him, he still enjoyed the time alone with Xiaoying. Before, Xuan Yi always got in the way, which made him feel helpless.

Yuan Ying took out a piece of paper and handed it to Song Yanshu, saying, "This is the cultural customs of Sulu that I sorted out. Take a closer look. A country has its own laws, and a family has its own rules. Every country has its own laws and bottom line. Don't touch them."

Then he took out three porcelain bottles from the drawer and said, "These three bottles are for you to use for self-defense." There were words written on them: cartilage powder, knockout drug, and finger-snapping drunkenness.

"This is a universal antidote. When you use poison, take one yourself first."

"Bring Brother Eagle with you when the time comes. Contact me if anything happens. You know Brother Eagle is very smart!"

Yuan Ying explained everything to Song Yanshu in detail.

Song Yanshu felt warm in his heart. Her endless chatter was like a wife's advice to her husband who was away on a journey.

His eyes were full of love. He looked at Yuan Ying with burning eyes and said, "Xiaoying, thank you!"

Yuan Ying frowned slightly as he looked at him and said, "You don't have to thank me. I will prepare for anyone who goes."

"Besides, we have experienced life and death together. In my heart, I will always regard you as a very important friend. That's all!"

She is not stupid, so how could she not see Song Yanshu's feelings for her?

She has never been in a relationship and doesn't know how to deal with emotional issues, but she thinks that if you don't like someone, then don't be ambiguous.

In her heart, she really only regarded Song Yanshu as an important friend. After all, he was the first person she met in the other world. That was all!

Song Yanshu felt very upset when he heard this, but it didn’t matter, there was still a long way to go!

"Xiaoying. You have always been my most cherished...friend." Song Yanshu tried hard to keep his voice calm.

Yuan Ying nodded gently, "You must be careful on this trip and return safely."

Song Yanshu looked at Yuan Ying and said solemnly, "I will. Wait until I come back."

A few days later, Song Yanshu disguised himself as a salt merchant and set off on a diplomatic mission to Sulu. He brought with him the information and items given to him by Yuan Ying, and his heart was filled with a sense of mission.

During his long voyage, Song Yanshu often thought of Yuan Ying, and he turned his longing for her into motivation.