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

Inside the carriage, Yuan Ying and Murong Xuanyi sat opposite each other. The air around them seemed to be frozen and extremely dull.

Murong Xuanyi's gaze swept across Yuan Ying from time to time, his deep eyes seemed to contain endless thoughts, while Yuan Ying lowered his head and gently stroked the hem of his clothes, obviously having no intention of talking to him.

In the other carriage, it was a completely different scene. Princess Anyang and Dong Qingqing were like two orioles in spring, chirping and making a lot of noise.

They enthusiastically discussed the upcoming horse riding activities, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.

Dong Qingqing has similar personalities to Princess Anyang. Dong Qingqing is one year younger than Anyang and has a lively and cheerful personality. She has learned martial arts from her father since she was young, and her every move reveals a heroic spirit. The two of them had a great conversation and laughed a lot.

Qingqing, what do you think of Lord Yuan?" Princess Anyang suddenly lowered her voice, with curiosity and shyness flashing in her eyes.

Although she is a princess, when it comes to love, she is just a young girl who is just beginning to fall in love.

Dong Qingqing thought for a moment and said, "Master Yuan is elegant, handsome, knowledgeable, and humble and polite. He is truly a rare gentleman in the world."

When Dong Qingqing came back to her senses, she couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Anyang, you are not..."

Princess Anyang blushed when she heard this. She bit her lower lip and lowered her head shyly. He quickly signaled her to be silent:

"Keep your voice down. I don't know what his attitude towards me is. What if he doesn't have such intentions? Wouldn't I be a laughing stock?"

Her words showed both expectation and worry, fearing that her true feelings would go to waste. She didn't want to repeat Ruolan's mistakes.

"I think he must be in love with you, otherwise why would he allow you to call him by his name, but not us?"

"Go ahead and pursue what you want. I support you!"

Although her words were somewhat joking, they were more of encouragement and support for Princess Anyang.

Princess Anyang felt a warm current in her heart after hearing this. She looked up at Dong Qingqing, her eyes gleaming with gratitude and determination. "Thank you, Qingqing. It's great to have you by my side."

The two smiled at each other, as if they had already seen a bright future with Yuan Ying.

As the carriage moved slowly, the four people, each with their own thoughts, soon arrived at the horse farm.

It's sunny today, but it's late autumn so it's not hot. The weather is clear and cool, which is suitable for outdoor sports.

As soon as we entered the horse farm, a group of beautifully dressed ladies came over on horseback.

"Your Highness Prince Jing, you are here."

"Your Highness Prince Jing, where is your snow-covered plum blossom search?"

"Your Highness, how about we have a match?"

"Princess Anyang, Sister Qingqing, you are here too."

"Who is this young master?"

"........."

Yuan Ying glanced and silently took a few steps back, walked around the crowd and went into the horse farm.

Murong Xuanyi stood at the edge of the horse farm, frowning slightly, with a hint of impatience in his eyes. A group of gorgeously dressed women approached him like colorful butterflies, laughing and talking.

He was in no mood to pay attention, and his eyes were eagerly searching for the figure that made him uneasy. He saw her lightly bypassing the noisy crowd and walking straight into the depths of the horse farm, as if she was indifferent to everything around her.

He couldn't help feeling a little depressed. Everyone was surrounding him, but she ignored him.

And Yuan Ying was completely unaware of Murong Xuanyi's complex emotions.

She led the majestic white dragon horse to a relatively quiet corner, where she climbed onto the horse with a swift and graceful movement.

As she gently squeezed the horse's belly, the white dragon horse rushed out like an arrow and galloped on the vast horse field.

At this time, Princess Anyang and Dong Qingqing were also riding their horses and walking into the horse farm in a heroic manner.

Princess Anyang looked at Yuan Ying with a sharp gaze and said with a smile: "Yuan Ying, I've heard that you are an extraordinary horseman. How about we compete with each other in a horse race?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ying raised his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile. "Since the princess is interested in this, I will naturally accompany you to the end."

After that, she clamped her legs around the horse's belly, and the white dragon horse immediately became energetic, as if it also sensed the fighting spirit of its master. The two horses ran side by side in the sun.

The sound of horse hooves echoed throughout the racecourse, raising a cloud of dust.

Dong Qingqing turned her eyes expectantly towards Murong Xuanyi and said softly, "My Lord, how about we have a match too?"

She was born into a family of military commanders and had learned riding skills since she was young. She was full of confidence.

Upon hearing this, Murong Xuanyi's eyes involuntarily followed Yuan Ying who was walking away, and a hint of jealousy quietly crept into his heart.

With a playful smile on his lips, he replied leisurely: "Okay, since Miss Qingqing has made this suggestion, I will certainly accompany you."

Princess Anyang, a member of the royal family, showed extraordinary talent in riding since childhood.

Not only was she physically fit, she also displayed an innate elegance and strength on horseback, and her riding skills were so superb that Yuan Ying was amazed.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely and it was hard to tell who was the better of them, the horse under Yuan Ying's crotch suddenly became irritable and restless, raising its front hooves high in an attempt to break free from the restraints.

Yuan Ying pulled the reins tightly, trying to control the horse, but the white dragon horse seemed to have lost its mind, constantly jumping and struggling, and rushed out of the stable like crazy.

"Little Eagle..."

Although Murong Xuanyi was some distance away from Yuan Ying, his eyes never left her.

The moment her horse lost control, Murong Xuanyi rushed forward on Taxue, but he was still a step too late.

"Yuan Ying!" "Sir Yuan!" Anyang and Dong Qingqing were so frightened by this sudden change that they were at a loss for what to do and stood there in a daze for a while.

Murong Xuanyi quickly issued an order: "Fang Yang, you stay to protect the princess, and the rest of you follow me to chase after them."

He was overwhelmed with worry for Yuan Ying, as he knew very well that she had no martial arts skills, and if she accidentally fell off her horse, the consequences would be disastrous.

So he whipped the horse under him even harder, eager to get close to her as soon as possible and give her protection.

The white dragon horse seemed to have lost its mind and was running wildly in the suburbs without any intention of stopping.

Yuan Ying was calm and composed without a trace of panic. She clamped her hands on the horse's belly and pulled the reins tight. Her eyes were firm, as if she was looking for a glimmer of hope in the midst of the crisis.

At this critical moment, a black shadow rushed over like lightning. Murong Xuanyi stretched out his body, tapped his toes lightly, and jumped lightly onto Yuan Ying's horse, then hugged her tightly, and the two jumped off together.

The moment he landed, Murong Xuanyi used his body as a shield to protect Yuan Ying tightly, preventing her from being hit. She rolled several times on the grass before escaping danger.

"Xiaoying, how are you?" Murong Xuanyi asked with concern, his eyes full of anxiety and heartache.

Yuan Ying shook his head and looked at Murong Xuanyi with complicated eyes and said: "I'm fine, thank you."

At this moment, the two hugged each other tightly, each other's heartbeats were clearly audible, and their breathing were intertwined, as if the whole world had stopped.

Murong Xuanyi gently brushed away the weeds in Yuan Ying's hair and asked softly, "Why are you deliberately avoiding me?"

Yuan Ying's cheeks flushed instantly, and she turned her head away, "I'm not hiding from you."

Murong Xuanyi lifted her chin and asked her to look at him: "Then why are you so cold to me?"

Yuan Ying's eyes flickered, and he hesitated to speak: "I... I..."

Her heart was full of contradictions and struggles. How could she say that she seemed to have developed feelings for Murong Xuanyi, who was a homosexual? This really made her feel ashamed.

Yuan Ying finally couldn't help it, and he put his hands on Murong Xuanyi's chest and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't press me, I can't breathe."

Murong Xuanyi was slightly startled when he heard this, but then he saw her unhappy expression and couldn't help laughing.

Yuan Ying tried to push him away, but found himself tightly bound by a body as heavy as a mountain and could not move at all.

Murong Xuanyi's laughter became even more unbridled. He hugged Yuan Ying tightly, and his chest shook with every laugh.

After laughing, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he continued to ask: "Huh? Why are you hiding from me?"

Yuan Ying's heart was in turmoil. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down and said slowly: "I am..."

Before she could finish her words, a shout from afar interrupted her thoughts.

"Your Majesty..."

Jiang Chong rode over on horseback, "Master, are you injured?"

Jiang Chong saw the prince and Yuan Ying hugging each other. Although he was a man, their posture was ambiguous. He felt a little embarrassed and quickly lowered his head.

Murong Xuanyi stood up and helped Yuan Ying up. He looked at Jiang Chong with an unhappy face and said, "It's okay. Take someone to find Xunmei and investigate the whole thing."

After Jiang Chong left, Murong Xuanyi turned to look at Yuan Ying, with a smile on his face: "You haven't answered my question yet?"

Yuan Ying looked at Murong Xuanyi for a long while and said angrily: "Because... I hate you."

She walked back alone. However, Murong Xuanyi got on the horse with a happy face, and when he passed by Yuan Ying, he put his arm around her waist and carried her onto the horse easily.

In the autumn sunshine, the breeze blows gently, bringing a bit of coolness and comfort.

The two of them rode together, slowly traveling along the golden forest path. The sound of horse hooves and the rustling of fallen leaves intertwined into a melodious autumn melody.

At this moment, all the worries and sorrows are gone with the wind, leaving only the warmth and companionship between each other.