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

After expressing his feelings to Murong Xuanyi last night, Yuan Ying did not sleep well all night.

When I woke up in the morning, there was some blueness under my eyes.

When Wanqiu came over to help him tie his hair, she took a look at his face and asked in a low voice, "Sir, did you not sleep well last night?"

Yuan Ying nodded absentmindedly, letting Wan Qiu fiddle with her hair. Her mind was full of Murong Xuanyi's words last night and the look in his eyes when he looked at her.

"Young Master, it's okay." Wan Qiu said softly.

Yuan Ying came back to his senses and turned his gaze to himself in the mirror. Although the person in the mirror looked tired, there was an indescribable determination and expectation in his eyes.

"Wanqiu, what do you think of my clothes today?" Yuan Ying suddenly asked, with a barely perceptible hint of nervousness in his voice.

Wan Qiu looked at him carefully and said with a smile, "Young Master, you look even more gentle and soft in this red shirt today, which is very different from the past."

After hearing this, Yuan Ying's mouth corners unconsciously rose. He thought Murong Xuanyi would like it.

Yuan Ying stepped out of the room lightly and walked into the hall. At this time, Murong Xuanyi had thoughtfully ordered someone to prepare a sumptuous breakfast and was quietly waiting in the front hall.

Their eyes met in the air, and an indescribable sweetness and warmth surged in their hearts.

Yuan Ying looked at Murong Xuanyi and said, "You don't need to send breakfast here every day. I have a cook in my house."

Murong Xuanyi smiled dotingly and said, "A day's plan begins in the morning, and the same goes for three meals a day."

Yuan Ying said to Wanqiu, "Wanqiu, go see if my master and mistress are awake."

"No need to look, we're here." Hua Qiansong helped Old Madam Hua to the front hall.

Yuan Ying stepped forward and helped the old lady to sit down. He said, "Madam, this is the breakfast that Xuan Yi personally sent from his house. Please try it and see if it suits your taste."

When Hua Qiansong heard the voice "Xuan Yi", his brows slightly frowned, and his expression revealed an unhappiness that was difficult to conceal.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi hurriedly said, "Master, please drink some ginseng soup."

Hua Qiansong snorted coldly and said, "I'm not your master, don't try to get close to me."

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment, and Mrs. Hua smiled and said, "Okay, let's all sit down and eat."

Everyone sat down and had breakfast. During this time, Hua Qiansong kept staring at Murong Xuanyi and Yuan Ying, and the two looked at each other and communicated silently.

After breakfast, Murong Xuanyi said goodbye to Old Madam Hua and Hua Qiansong.

After Murong Xuanyi left, Hua Qiansong and Old Madam Hua returned to the room.

Madam Hua's eyes were filled with worry. She turned to Hua Qiansong and whispered her doubts, "Song'er, I think the attitude of His Royal Highness Prince Jing towards Xiaoying seems quite special and unusual."

Hua Qiansong said helplessly: "Mom, our little eagle is going to be eaten by a pig."

Madam Hua was so shocked that her lips parted slightly, and she couldn't close them for a long time. She asked in a trembling voice, "You mean... Prince Jing has... he has that Longyang fetish?"

Hua Qiansong was speechless and said softly, "Mother, why don't you change your thinking? Maybe your disciple is actually a girl?"

After hearing this, Madam Hua was even more shocked. Compared with her previous shock at the suspicion that Prince Jing was gay, she found it even more unbelievable and her heart was in turmoil.

"You mean Xiaoying...Xiaoying is a woman?"

Hua Qiansong nodded slightly, confirming this shocking fact.

After being shocked, Madam Hua said slowly: "I originally thought that if you accepted an apprentice, you wouldn't end up living alone, but I never thought... Alas!"

Deep in her eyes, there was endless worry and concern for her beloved son, as if she could see through all the bitterness he would suffer in the future.

Hua Qiansong said indifferently: "Mom, don't worry about me. Xiaoying is a filial child. Look, all the clothes I wear were bought by her."

Old Madam Hua sighed heavily.

for a long time…………

"Song'er, in fact, the second daughter of the Su family has not married yet because of you. She has been practicing in Ciyu Temple with her hair still raw." Old Madam Hua tossed and turned in her heart, and after a long time she slowly uttered this.

She originally thought that Song'er was already this old, and she didn't want him to be bound by love anymore. She just wanted him to live a peaceful life. But now...

When Hua Qiansong heard what Old Lady Hua said, it was like a bolt from the blue. "Mother, are you saying that Su Meiniang never married?"

Old Madam Hua nodded slightly.

…………

At this moment, he was deeply immersed in memories of the past. Those fragments came like a tide, completely submerging him in the torrent of time.

"Brother Qiansong, since my sister doesn't want to marry you, then how about I marry you?" She was fifteen years old at that time, and her words were filled with a hint of shyness and determination.

"Brother Qiansong, I have admired you since the moment I first saw you, but my sister was with me at that time, so I could only bury this feeling deep in my heart and dare not express it."

"Brother Qiansong, my feelings for you are sincere and deep..."

"You're just a little girl, how do you know what affection and love are?" His words revealed a bit of disdain and doubt.

"Why do I, Hua Qiansong, need a little girl like you to have pity?"

"No, Brother Qiansong, I really like you. It's not out of pity. Please believe me."

"Brother Qiansong, give me a chance, maybe you will slowly fall in love with me? I am willing to wait for you until you have me in your heart."

"Okay, then you wait for me for twenty years..." There was a hint of teasing and unruliness in his words, but he never expected that this sentence would become her lifelong wait.

Now, time flies, and thirty years have passed...

He squatted on the ground with his face in his hands and cried. What a bastard he was.

My unintentional words accidentally ruined a young girl's best years.

How could he feel at ease? His heart was filled with endless pain and self-blame, which he could not let go for a long time.

After all, they missed each other. He felt guilty, but he didn't want to disturb her peaceful life again.

If there is an afterlife, I will give her everything I have, work like a slave for her, to atone for the regrets of this life, and protect her for the rest of her life.

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At this moment, we have quietly entered the beginning of October. Under the northern sky, autumn is deepening and there is a hint of chill in the air, indicating that winter is quietly approaching.

Yuan Ying rode alone to look for plum blossoms, passing through the gorgeous maple forest in the suburbs, and went to the quiet Ciyun Temple alone.

Recently, she noticed that her master was in a low mood, with a melancholy look on his face. From her master's grandmother, she accidentally learned about Su Meiniang, and the story of this ancient beauty deeply touched her heart.

She couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman Su Meiniang was, and what kind of deep and persistent emotions made her willing to stay together silently beside the green lamps and ancient Buddhas for a full thirty years.

Arriving at Ciyun Temple, she learned from the morning bells and evening drums that the temple often took in helpless women. She donated 50,000 taels of silver to the temple as atonement for her master's sins.

She was then taken by a little nun to the meditation room of the abbess, Master Miejing.

Nun Mie Jing seemed to be waiting for her to arrive. "Donor, you are here!"

Yuan Ying was a little surprised: "Does the nun know I'm coming?"

Master Mie Jing smiled but said nothing.

She bowed to the nun. In the quiet Zen room, she asked Su Meiniang softly.

Nun Mie Jing's eyes gradually softened, and she slowly narrated the forgotten past: Su Meiniang, a beautiful woman with outstanding talent, was trapped in love and lived in seclusion here. She used her life to interpret what it means to be deeply in love and what it means to wait for someone to become a poem.

Yuan Ying couldn't help but feel an indescribable pain in her heart. When she turned to leave, the nun's voice sounded behind her.

"The donor is a guest from another world, a person from two worlds! May the Buddha bless you."

Seeing through her background at a glance, Yuan Ying was so shocked that she almost lost her balance. She turned around in surprise.

"Don't be afraid, benefactor. You are the savior of Daxia. I will never tell anyone else!

"Donor, be careful! You will face three life and death tribulations in your lifetime."

"The first donor has passed, and the stranger has arrived!"

"The second and third paths, you have to rely on yourself to resolve them. You are a guest of Daxia, so don't be trapped by love."

"otherwise……"

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, this life will not end well!"

Yuan Ying's heart has been successfully lifted.

If she hadn't said right away that she was from another world, Yuan Ying would definitely have thought she was a liar.

But rather...

The nun stood up slowly, gently took off the Buddhist beads that had been baptized by the years from her wrist, and gently put them on Yuan Ying's hand.

"The donor has donated generously to benefit the people. May the Buddha be merciful and bless you with a peaceful life. Amitabha!"

"It is sin, but also fate. It is the entanglement of sin and the attraction of fate. Go!"

Yuan Ying walked slowly towards the room where Su Meiniang was, feeling uneasy. She pushed the door open gently, fearing to disturb the tranquility.

What comes into view is a woman in plain and elegant clothes. Her back is slender and aloof. She is closing her eyes and concentrating, immersed in an ethereal meditation.

She stopped involuntarily and stood quietly outside the door, gazing deeply at the woman who touched her heart. A complex emotion surged in her heart.