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

Four days later.

The house of the Minister of Works, Lord Li, was raided and his property, worth up to seven million silver taels, was confiscated.

More than three million taels of silver were also seized from the home of the Minister of Works.

A total of more than 600 taels of silver were seized from the homes of seven officials, including Langzhong, Yuanwailang, and Zhushi of the Ministry of Works.

Except for the Minister of Works and his family who were exiled to the frontier, the rest of the family were executed.

Every corrupt official has embezzled nearly one million taels of silver. If we don't kill them, there is no way to establish a country!

After this severe crackdown, corrupt officials inside and outside the capital began to restrain themselves, but there were still many who slipped through the net.

When Yuan Ying was about to increase his strength to swat both the flies and the tigers, Emperor Kang Ren stopped Yuan Ying:

"My dear, if the water is too clear, there will be no fish; if the man is too careful, there will be no followers."

Yuan Yingshi understood what Emperor Kang Ren meant

This round of punishment of corrupt officials has frightened all the civil and military officials in the court into walking on thin ice.

Because no official dares to say that he is completely clean. Therefore, the fight against corrupt officials should be stopped at the right time.

"If we haggle over every penny, then all the civil and military officials in Daxia will be executed..."

"If we are too eager to punish corruption, we may hurt innocent people and cause unrest in the government and the opposition. We need to do it step by step to clean up corruption!"

Emperor Kang Ren pondered for a moment and continued, "Let's keep those corrupt officials for now, and when the time is right, we will settle accounts one by one to serve as a warning to others."

"Minister, I will obey the Holy Spirit!"

The wealth in the national treasury accumulated rapidly and became more and more abundant. Emperor Kang Ren looked at Yuan Ying with approval in his eyes.

In just over two months, he increased the amount of silver in the national treasury from a mere few million taels in the past to a huge amount of 28 million taels today.

In the future, if the treasury is empty, let Yuan Qing investigate a few more corrupt officials to replenish the treasury. Emperor Kang Ren secretly calculated in his heart. This method can not only fill the treasury, but also deter corruption, which is really a strategy of killing two birds with one stone.

After half a month of hard work, the affairs of the Ministry of Revenue finally came to a temporary end.

Yuan Ying, an honest official highly praised by the people, has won widespread love from the people, but at the same time, he has also invisibly created many political enemies for himself.

However, facing all this, she seemed unusually calm, as if those disputes and hostility had nothing to do with her. She still adhered to her beliefs and duties without fear.

On this day, Yuan Ying had a rare moment of free time, so she stayed in the mansion. She sat at the desk, staring intently at the rice paper spread out in front of her. She held the delicate brush tightly in her hand, but seemed a little hesitant, as if she was in awe of the ink that was about to be put down.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi felt a surge of tenderness and sweetness in his heart. He slowly circled her from behind. He gently picked up the brush from Yuan Ying's hand, held her slender fingers, and felt the warmth and weight of the brush together.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was low and magnetic, like a spring breeze, gradually relaxing Yuan Ying's tense nerves.

"Look, your mind must be calm and your breath must be heavy when you write." Murong Xuanyi said as he guided Yuan Ying's wrist to move gently. The brush seemed to have a spirit and slowly moved across the rice paper, outlining each stroke.

Yuan Ying's eyes closely followed the trajectory of the brush, feeling the subtle touch of the pen tip contacting the paper, his heart filled with novelty and joy.

With Murong Xuanyi's patient guidance, Yuan Ying gradually mastered the essentials of writing calligraphy. Her strokes became smoother and her handwriting became neater.

Every time she wrote a beautiful word, Murong Xuanyi would give her an affirmative look and a gentle smile, which boosted her confidence.

In the study, time seemed to stand still. They just leaned on each other and immersed themselves in the world of calligraphy.

Unexpectedly, Princess Anyang and Dong Qingqing arrived and broke the tranquility.

Recently, Princess Anyang has visited Yuan's mansion frequently, but she always passes by Yuan Ying and fails to meet him as she wishes.

"Yuan Ying, I finally get to see you today. It's really a rare opportunity." Princess Anyang's voice was filled with joy and imperceptible eagerness.

Murong Xuanyi frowned slightly, revealing a hint of impatience.

Yuan Ying was also somewhat surprised and asked, "Princess, what do you want from me?"

She really couldn't think of what Princess Anyang wanted to see her about. Could it be that she was bringing Dong Qingqing to see Murong Xuanyi? She glared at Murong Xuanyi.

Murong Xuanyi's silent protest had nothing to do with him.

Princess Anyang was speechless for a moment, but at this moment, Dong Qingqing on the side reacted quickly and took over the conversation.

With a smile on his face, he said, "Master Yuan, Anyang wants to invite you to race horses again. The last time, the horse was out of control and the outcome was still unclear."

Princess Anyang nodded her head immediately upon hearing this, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She said, "That's right, Yuan Ying, how about we have another competition?"

Hearing this, Yuan Ying smiled and responded, "Okay, then why not wait for a better day? Let's do it today."

Princess Anyang and Dong Qingqing smiled at each other, as if they were pleasantly surprised by Yuan Ying's straightforward agreement. Although Murong Xuanyi looked unhappy, he did not stop her, but just stood silently beside Yuan Ying, his eyes revealing his concern and protection for her.

"In that case, let's set off now." Princess Anyang suggested, with a hint of anticipation in her tone.

Yuan Ying nodded in agreement, but her heart was calm. Horse racing was just a game to her, and winning or losing was not important. She enjoyed the pure joy and freedom.

When he was about to leave, Yuan Ying glanced at Wan Qiu standing at the door. He didn't know what was wrong with her recently. She was so unhappy. He would ask her when he came back in the evening. After thinking for a while, he said, "Wan Qiu, let's go to the racecourse. Do you want to go?"

"Sir, I won't go." Wan Qiu said in a low voice, her eyes evasive, as if she had something on her mind.

Yuan Ying frowned slightly and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...it's okay, sir, have fun." Wan Qiu quickly shook his head and forced a smile.

Yuan Ying stared at Wan Qiu, feeling that something was wrong with her, but he didn't want to ask any more questions. "Well, then, you should have a good rest at home."

Afterwards, Yuan Ying, Princess Anyang and others went to the royal stables together.

Wanqiu stared at their receding backs, and a faint sadness rose in her heart. As a woman, how could she not see Princess Anyang's admiration for the young master and her determination to visit Yuan's mansion day after day.

The princess is of noble status, gentle and virtuous, and standing together with the young master, they are truly a perfect match made in heaven.

Logically, she should be happy that the young master had found such a good match, but her heart was inexplicably shrouded in an indescribable sense of loss.

She knew that she was just an ordinary woman, and she never dared to hope that the young master would give her any status. She could only hide this emotion in her heart, turning it into endless blessings and watchfulness.

Yuan Ying, wearing tight riding clothes and looking heroic, rode her snow-white horse Xunmei into the horse farm. Princess Anyang followed closely behind on her Feiyun.

Murong Xuanyi rode on Taxue and followed Yuan Ying closely. He was secretly alert in his heart and vowed not to let the last accident happen again.

Dong Qingqing was originally full of enthusiasm and was ready to go horse racing with Murong Xuanyi to enhance their relationship.

However, she found that Murong Xuanyi didn't even look at her during the whole process, as if she had become an unnecessary existence in this horse farm, which made her very unhappy.

Helplessly, she had to ride her Cang Hai alone and stroll slowly on the horse field. Although the ladies on the horse field were noble ladies she knew, she was too lazy to pay attention to them. They were pretentious and hypocritical. They were not her cup of tea.

Dong Qingqing is the descendant of a military family. She was born in her old father's old age and is the only jewel in the palm of his hand among the many male members of the Dong family.

She was spoiled by her father, and no matter what mistakes she made, her father never punished her. This excessive doting gradually formed her temperament of speaking out when she was unhappy with others.

Among the noble ladies who value gentleness and virtue, Dong Qingqing's eccentricity undoubtedly made her unpopular. Only a few daughters of military generals occasionally paid attention to her.

As for the other noble ladies, they all kept their distance from her. However, Princess Anyang was an exception. She preferred Dong Qingqing's undisguised true nature, and the two of them became friends and had a great time talking to each other.

Recently, in front of Murong Xuanyi, Dong Qingqing has been trying hard to restrain her edge, but it is really unfair to suppress her nature for so long.

Forget it. She didn't want to chase after Murong Xuanyi, an old man who was as cold as ice. She, Dong Qingqing, didn't want to use her warm face to stick to someone else's cold butt.

I simply stopped pretending. Damn it, a three-legged frog is hard to find, but a two-legged man is still easy to find.

When she was lost in thought, a clear male voice suddenly sounded in her ears, with a hint of joking: "Dong Qingqing, you look like an eggplant hit by frost. Are you feeling unwell?"

She looked up and saw that it was her enemy in the academy who had always been at odds with her—the ninth prince Murong Xuanyu. It had become a habit for this man to oppose her on a daily basis, which really annoyed her. She coldly spat out a few words: "None of your business."

Seeing her so indifferent, Murong Xuanyu curled up a playful smile, walked slowly closer, and his eyes lingered on her slightly unhappy face.

"Dong Qingqing, if you really fall ill, wouldn't this prince lose an opponent? Wouldn't this academy life be too boring?"

There was a hint of provocation in his words, but also some concern.

Dong Qingqing glared at him and said, "If you have the guts, come and show your true colors in the competition!" After that, she waved the whip and Canghai under her galloped away like an arrow.

Murong Xuanyu smiled helplessly and rode his horse to follow him.

Princess Anyang and Yuan Ying were running side by side on the road, both were equally matched, neither was inferior to the other, like two shining stars, competing for brilliance. In the end, Yuan Ying won, and although Princess Anyang was a little disappointed, she quickly recovered her noble demeanor.

She stroked the horse's back and smiled at Yuan Ying, her eyes sparkling with approval and admiration. "Yuan Ying, you are indeed worthy of your reputation, your riding skills are superb, Anyang admires you." Her words revealed both the calmness of admitting defeat and her love for Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ying said calmly: "The princess's riding skills are also top-notch. If the princess hadn't given way, the outcome would have been hard to predict."

At this moment, Dong Qingqing looked distractedly towards Anyang. Her horse was kicked by a noble lady's horse and the horse was suddenly frightened. She almost fell off the horse.

Upon seeing this, Murong Xuanyu immediately rode over, grabbed Dong Qingqing and pulled her onto his horse.

Dong Qingqing was still in shock and looked at Murong Xuanyu gratefully. Murong Xuanyu teased, "No need to thank me. I don't want you to get hurt, otherwise there will be no one to quarrel with me in the future."

Anyang's eyes fell on Dong Qingqing and Murong Xuanyu. The afterglow of the setting sun outlined the figures of the two riding together in a particularly warm and harmonious way. She couldn't help but feel a ripple in her heart. Suddenly, she felt that these two people might be more suitable. After all, her fifth brother was an old man.

But at the same time, she also realized that love is always difficult to measure by whether it is compatible or not. Everyone has a ruler in their heart to measure their own happiness and destiny. She could only silently bless Dong Qingqing, hoping that she could truly find her own happiness.