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

At night, Yuan Ying entered the room and her eyes fell on Wanqiu who was making the bed. At this moment, she remembered how depressed Wanqiu was during the day.

She smiled and said to Wanqiu: "Wanqiu, please sit down first, let's talk."

After he finished speaking, Yuan Ying's eyes revealed some concern, and he continued: "Wanqiu, you seem to be a little strange recently. Are you worried about something? Or have you encountered any problems? You might as well tell me. Maybe I can help you."

When Wanqiu heard Yuan Ying say this, she felt a warm current in her heart. She had never expected that the young master would pay so much attention to her. This feeling of being valued made her heart tremble, and her cheeks flushed. She shook her head gently and said, "Young master, I... I'm really fine."

Yuan Ying stared at Wan Qiu's slightly shy expression which she tried hard to conceal, and an idea quietly formed in his mind - could it be that she likes him?

Yuan Ying glanced at himself in the bronze mirror. Hmm! As a man, he really looked quite heroic. No wonder the little girl had a crush on him.

Yuan Ying chuckled. After being together for such a long time, Wanqiu was trustworthy.

So she decided to tease her. She grabbed Wanqiu's hand and asked, "Why are you blushing?"

Wan Qiu was so shocked by Yuan Ying's action that it felt like a stone was thrown into the lake of her heart, causing ripples. She felt both happy and shy, and her cheeks became even redder.

Yuan Ying leaned over and whispered something in Wanqiu's ear. The voice was soft but carried a power that could not be ignored, which instantly shocked Wanqiu.

After a while, he only murmured a few words: "Sir, you said you... are a woman?"

Yuan Ying smiled and nodded.

Wan Qiu's eyes widened, as if she had heard the most incredible secret in the world. She looked up at Yuan Ying, and the pair of determined eyes that once belonged only to men now flashed with the tenderness that only women can have.

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The next morning, after much inner struggle, Hua Qiansong finally embarked on the journey to Ciyuen Temple alone.

At this moment, Su Meiniang was kneeling devoutly in front of the Buddha, chanting scriptures in her mouth, and the sound was like a clear spring that washed away the dust in her heart. Footsteps sounded quietly, and she slowly opened her eyes. When their eyes met in the air, time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Mei Niang..." Hua Qiansong's voice was low and full of guilt. He called softly, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

Su Meiniang looked at him quietly, with relief in her eyes, but also deep sadness. "You're here." Her voice was so calm that it made people feel distressed.

Hua Qiansong walked forward slowly, squatted down, and looked at Su Meiniang at eye level. "I'm sorry, Meiniang, I'm late." His voice was filled with deep self-blame and regret.

Su Meiniang smiled slightly, with a hint of bitterness and tolerance in her smile. "It's all over."

Although her voice was soft, it revealed an indescribable tenacity and strength.

Hua Qiansong lowered his head and said nothing, his heart full of regret.

Su Meiniang raised one hand and gently stroked his face, "May you live the rest of your life smoothly and well."

Hua Qiansong held Su Meiniang's hand tightly, as if he wanted to convey his apology and deep affection in this way:

"I failed you..."

His voice was choked and tears welled up in his eyes, revealing endless sadness and regret.

Su Meiniang sighed slightly, "The world is unpredictable and we can't control it. You don't need to blame yourself, just live a good life for the rest of your life."

Hua Qiansong looked at Su Meiniang firmly and said, "Meiniang... can you give me another chance? Let me make it up to you for the rest of my life?" His voice was full of sincerity and desire.

Su Meiniang looked at him tenderly, "Don't cling to the past, letting go is also a kind of relief. You and I are not meant to be together, just be well."

After saying this, Su Meiniang gently broke free from Hua Qiansong's hand and turned to face the Buddha statue again. She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and continued to chant the scriptures, as if to put all her worries and sorrows behind her.

Hua Qiansong stared at her back, his heart filled with mixed emotions. After a long time, he turned and left silently, leaving only a string of heavy footsteps echoing in the air.

Su Meiniang slowly opened her eyes, as if she had experienced a long and heavy dream and finally returned to the other side of reality.

Her eyes were filled with tears without knowing when, like dewdrops about to fall from the tips of leaves in the morning, flashing with endless sorrow and tenderness. The tears slid silently, meandering down her thin cheeks, and finally gathered into a trickle, soaking her clothes and soaking her heart.

At this moment, she seemed to turn all her grievances, pains and longings into silent tears and poured them out.

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Yuan Ying and Murong Xuanyi strolled into the bustling market, leisurely walking through the bustling crowd, enjoying this rare leisure time. As they walked deeper and deeper, they had unknowingly added a lot of dazzling items to their hands.

When passing by a busy street corner, Yuan Ying was attracted by a small stall selling candied haws. The crystal clear candied haws, like the sweet symbol in her childhood memory, instantly evoked warm memories deep in her heart. She stopped in front of it, and an urge to relive the old dream surged in her heart.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi walked towards the stall with a smile, carefully selected a string of tempting, plump and round candied haws, and handed it to Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ying took it and took a light bite. The sour and sweet taste instantly bloomed in her mouth, as if taking her back to her carefree childhood.

She turned her head to look at Murong Xuanyi and said softly, "Thank you, Murong Xuanyi."

Murong Xuanyi heard this and the corners of his mouth raised a gentle arc and jokingly said: "Thank me for buying you a string of candied haws?"

"No, thank you for giving me this sweetness, which made me feel unprecedented happiness." Yuan Ying was sincere and straightforward.

"Silly boy, no need to thank me. As long as you like me, I am willing to do everything for you." Murong Xuanyi looked at Yuan Ying gently and said affectionately.

The two of them strolled until the sun set, and then reluctantly returned to the mansion. Stepping through the threshold, Yuan Ying saw Hua Qiansong sitting alone in the hall. She hurried forward and asked with concern: "Master, what's wrong? What happened?"

Hua Qiansong raised his head slowly, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and he said softly to Yuan Ying: "Xiaoying, I went to Ciyun Temple today.

He sighed softly and told Yuan Ying about his meeting with Su Meiniang at Ciyun Temple. Yuan Ying listened silently, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

"Master, let the past go with the wind." Yuan Ying said helplessly.

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Hua Qiansong did not respond for a long time. He fell into a long silence, as if he had made a decision in his heart and was quietly thinking about it.

The next day, Hua Qiansong came to Ciyun Temple early in the morning with his medicine box on his back and a horse carriage. He decided to provide free medical treatment to the nuns here in the future. He wanted to protect her in this way.

Ciyuen Temple stands on the Howling Wolf Mountain. All the doctors in the vicinity of the capital who have some ability are not short of money. Even if they do not have many wives and concubines, they all live in large courtyards of high-class families.

No one wants to stay in the mountains all year round to take care of a group of old nuns... so seeking medical treatment has become a big problem for these monks. If they have a cold or flu, they can only pick some herbs to eat.

Hua Qiansong stayed in a thatched hut not far from Ciyun Temple, treating the nuns and prescribing medicine. His medical skills were excellent and he soon won the love and respect of everyone.

Every day, Hua Qiansong, dressed in a plain robe, shuttles between the nunneries, and his figure appears particularly busy and warm. He patiently asks each nun about their condition and makes a meticulous diagnosis.

Nun Mie Jing looked at Su Meiniang and said, "Why don't you give each other another chance?"

Su Meiniang was silent for a moment, then shook her head gently, "Everything starts and ends with fate."

Master Mie Jing sighed and said no more.

Hua Qiansong reclaimed a piece of wasteland next to his thatched cottage and planted various herbs. He took good care of them every day and felt extremely satisfied watching the herbs grow vigorously.

Gradually, even nearby villagers came to seek treatment. Hua Qiansong never turned away anyone and treated every patient with all his heart.

Su Meiniang was meditating in the nunnery, chanting sutras and praying for blessings. Occasionally, she would stand by the window, quietly looking at the thatched cottage not far from the nunnery, with a warm feeling in her heart.

Yuan Ying couldn't help but sigh softly when he thought of Hua Qiansong whom he hadn't seen for a month. Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi asked with concern: "Why are you sighing?"

She shook her head gently. "It's okay. I'm just a little worried about Master. I don't know if Su Meiniang will give him another chance."

Murong Xuanyi had also heard about Su Meiniang's story, and he knew that the twists and turns were regrettable. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Why don't we just try and know?"

Yuan Ying looked at him in surprise and asked, "How do you try?"

Murong Xuanyi smiled slightly, leaned close to her ear and whispered.

After hearing this, Yuan Ying glared at him and said angrily, "What kind of evil ideas are you having? Murong Xuanyi, I never knew you had such a sinister side."

However, after careful consideration, this is a feasible solution. After all, if they continue like this, it will probably take another 30 years.

Therefore, Yuan Ying decided to add fuel to the fire among them and ignite a flame of passion for them.