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

Yuan Ying didn't know how long he had been standing there. Su Meiniang sensed someone behind her slowly turning around, with a faint smile on her face, like a blooming spring flower. "Donor, who are you?"

"I'm Yuan Ying, Hua Qiansong's apprentice." She said bluntly.

A hint of surprise flashed across Su Meiniang's eyes, but then she regained her composure.

"I'm here to see you on behalf of my master." Yuan Ying walked in front of Su Meiniang, squatted down, and looked at her sincerely.

Tears welled up in Su Meiniang's eyes, and her lips trembled slightly, "Is he... okay?"

Yuan Ying said softly, "Master is fine, but... he feels very guilty."

Su Meiniang took a deep breath, smiled and shook her head, "I feel relieved to see that he is fine."

Yuan Ying sighed, "You are really stupid."

Su Meiniang smiled and said, "Emotions are hard to describe. As long as he is well, that's enough for me."

"After so many years, I've already become indifferent to it!"

"He said he was sorry for you..." Yuan Ying said softly.

Su Meiniang finally couldn't hold back her tears and said, "Don't blame him. This is fate."

Yuan Ying looked at Su Meiniang, and couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart, "Can you...can you give him another chance?"

Su Meiniang shook her head. "Let everything go! Now I just want to live a quiet life."

Yuan Ying sighed and left helplessly. Su Meiniang looked at Yuan Ying's departing back, feeling a thousand emotions in her heart.

When she rode to the maple forest, Murong Xuanyi came to pick her up. Perhaps because she hadn't been home for a long time, he followed the trail and found this place. She got off the horse and squinted at him. She vaguely remembered that he was riding a fast horse and galloping towards her in the sunset at the other end of the maple forest.

Murong Xuanyi came up to him, turned over and got off the horse very neatly, looked at Yuan Ying, and said, "Why don't you let Zhang An and Yun Jiu follow?"

Yuan Ying frowned, thinking of the nun's words. The bitterness spread in her heart. She took a few steps to stand in front of Murong Xuanyi, stretched out her hands and hugged him tightly. Murong Xuanyi also hugged her tightly back.

Fortunately, there is him.

Because she met him, she felt a lingering sweetness in this strange world.

She murmured in his arms: "Murong Xuanyi, if I leave one day, don't be sad or upset. Let's just live in the present, okay?"

Murong Xuanyi sensed that something was wrong with her words, and he asked anxiously, "Xiaoying, what's wrong with you?"

Yuan Ying looked at Murong Xuanyi for a long time before he slowly said, "Every word I say to you next may be unbelievable, but it is true."

After a pause, he said, "Murong Xuanyi, I am from China a thousand years later. I came to your Great Xia for unknown reasons. Maybe one day I will also leave for unknown reasons."

Although Murong Xuanyi was shocked, he looked at Yuan Ying with cold eyes, held her hands tightly, and said: "No matter where you come from, don't think about leaving me! You are mine, always mine!"

Yuan Ying looked up at him and said, "What if I suddenly go back one day? What will you do?"

Murong Xuanyi stared at Yuan Ying and spoke word by word: "You are my wife. No matter where we are, I will never leave you and will always be with you."

Yuan Ying met his deep gaze, stood on tiptoes, and took the initiative to kiss his slightly cool lips. This first taste of sweetness, a peck seemed not enough, and she continued to explore the unknown area on his lips. In fact, she was also forced to do it for the first time.

Murong Xuanyi was shocked by this sudden enthusiasm, and his cheeks turned red. "Xiaoying, you..." Although he was no longer young, he still retained a precious reserve and conservativeness in his bones. It was impossible for him to do such an intimate thing in broad daylight.

Look, this is the gap between the times! Isn't it kissing, hugging and lifting up that modern people talk about in love? As a modern person, she is not as conservative as the ancients.

Seeing this, Yuan Ying raised a mischievous smile and teased, "Why, as my boyfriend, you can't even give me a kiss? Or is your promise to go to hell with me just empty words?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Xuanyi immediately took the initiative to counterattack. His cool tongue tip gently pried open her teeth and greedily absorbed her unique fragrance, as if he wanted to imprint everything about her deeply in his heart.

Yuan Ying couldn't help but secretly marvel at the natural talent men have in this aspect. His kiss was passionate and affectionate, and every subtle movement was filled with his possessiveness and cherishment for her.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally separated reluctantly, their breaths both seemed a little disordered. Murong Xuanyi lovingly scratched her nose with his fingers and said with a smile: "You little slut, I am yours now, you must be responsible for me and not abandon me."

Yuan Ying's cheeks turned slightly red and she glared at him in reproach, "You are the little slut." She made her look like an impatient lecher.

Murong Xuanyi took her hand and said gently, "Let's go home."

Yes! Go home. As for the future that has not happened yet, she no longer cares about it. She just wants to live in the present!

The two walked side by side, and the plum blossoms followed behind them. They walked through the maple forest together. The autumn wind blew, the maple leaves rustled, and their figures gradually went away and disappeared at the end of the maple forest...