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

The next morning, Murong Xuanyi received Xie An's letter at the military training camp outside the city. His face suddenly changed, and it seemed as if water could drip from it. He immediately spurred his horse and rushed back to the capital in a panic.

At this moment, Yuan Ying was sitting alone at the table, eating breakfast. Seeing him come in hurriedly with a serious look on his face, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. She hurried forward and asked softly, "Didn't you say you would be back in two days? Why are you back so soon?"

Murong Xuanyi stared at her without answering, and asked after a while: "Where are you hurt?"

Yuan Ying smiled awkwardly, trying to cover it up: "It's just a minor injury, no problem."

"Where is Yingyi?" Murong Xuanyi's voice was as cold as ice, piercing through the air.

Immediately, a dark figure knelt on the ground and said in fear, "Please punish me, Your Majesty. I failed to fulfill my duty and protect Master Yuan."

"Everyone, go and accept your punishment." Murong Xuanyi's words were unquestionable.

Seeing this, Yuan Ying quickly pleaded: "Murong Xuanyi, don't punish them. I was the one who insisted on going alone. If they get hurt, who will protect me? I know I was wrong. I will bring guards with me in the future. Okay? Don't be angry."

Although she didn't know what their punishment was, judging from Murong Xuanyi's expression, it probably wouldn't be very good.

Murong Xuanyi looked at her, his mood eased a little, and finally he softened his heart: "Retreat, and always follow Master Yuan from now on. If there is a next time, I will bring my head to you."

Ying Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, my lord, thank you, Lord Yuan. I will protect Lord Yuan until my death."

After Yingyi left, Yuan Ying said to Murong Xuanyi, "You haven't had breakfast yet, let's eat together." Then he asked Wanqiu to get the bowls and chopsticks.

Murong Xuanyi did not answer, but just pulled Yuan Ying into the inner room and slammed the door shut, which startled Wanqiu.

Seeing this, Yuan Ying said in a tender and flattering manner: "Brother Xuanyi, don't be angry, I'm really fine."

The words "Brother Xuanyi" were like a spring breeze, melting the ice in Murong Xuanyi's heart instantly. He asked in a gentle tone, "Where are you hurt? Let me see your injury?"

Yuan Ying said: "It's okay, my master gave me the best golden medicine, and my master's wife has changed the medicine for me."

"Where is it? Do I need to do it myself?"

Yuan Ying had no choice but to undress and lie down on the bed, revealing the wound on his back. Murong Xuanyi was heartbroken when he saw this scene. The new and old wounds were shocking. He reached out and gently stroked it, asking softly, "Does it hurt?"

Yuan Ying suddenly felt a drop of warmth sliding down his back, and his heart warmed: "Murong Xuanyi, I'm not hurt."

Murong Xuanyi's eyes were full of pity. He carefully put clothes on her and gently held her in his arms: "Don't take risks like this again in the future." His voice was choked with sobs.

Yuan Ying nodded and said softly, "Okay, I understand."

Murong Xuanyi gently lifted Yuan Ying's delicate chin, his eyes flashing with a playful light, and said gently and slightly teasingly: "Can you call me Brother Xuanyi again?"

She didn't feel anything when she called him casually just now, but when she really asked him to call her seriously, she really couldn't say it. But she still called him softly: "Brother Xuan Yi."

Murong Xuanyi's heart was completely captured by her tenderness at this moment. He chuckled, and that laughter was filled with pampering and satisfaction, as if the whole world was overwhelmed by it. "It sounds so nice. You can call me like this from now on."

After saying that, he kissed her gently. The two of them stayed close for a while, and then had breakfast together.

Murong Xuanyi knew that the other party would not give up after failing to gain control this time. He immediately dispatched 50 elite soldiers from the palace to reinforce the defense of Yuan's palace with an iron wall.

Through Yuan Ying's detailed description of the assassins, he had already guessed that it must be the general of the southwest, a man who was sinister and vindictive.

Murong Xuanyi's eyes flashed with coldness, and he immediately ordered Jiang Chong to quietly go to the southwest. He had to let him know that anyone who dared to touch him would face a fatal counterattack that would cut off his source of support.

The next morning, Emperor Kang Ren looked at Yuan Ying with a worried look on his face and said gently, "My dear Yuan, I heard that you were attacked by an assassin last night. Are you okay?"

Yuan Ying bowed and said calmly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness and concern. Fortunately, I have your protection and everything is fine. This is just a minor injury, not worth mentioning."

"At this time, Murong Xuanyi looked solemn. He took two steps forward and said to Emperor Kang Ren: "Father, it is shocking that there are assassins rampant in the capital.

I beg your Majesty to allow me to investigate this matter thoroughly to calm the people and restore peace to the capital. "General of the Southwest, what do you think?" After he finished speaking, he looked directly at Li Yongjun with a sharp gaze.

The Southwest General was startled and quickly responded, "Your Highness is right. I second your opinion."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Kang Ren nodded slightly and said decisively: "Okay, this matter will be left to you to handle. You must investigate it to the end and punish severely."

Afterwards, Emperor Kang Ren turned to Yuan Ying, consoled him, and bestowed some insignificant rewards on him. He also specially ordered Yuan Ying to return home to rest for a few days to recuperate.

……

As night fell, Prince Ning's mansion was filled with silence.

Huan Xi walked slowly into the room with a sad face and said softly to Wei Ruolan, "Princess, it's late, you should go to bed early. The prince... is staying at Concubine Ji's place again tonight.

"Call me Miss." Wei Ruolan was furious when she heard that, but she had no place to vent.

It has been more than a month since their marriage. Except for the ruthless departure of Prince Ning on the wedding night, he has never set foot in the bridal chamber since then. She did not even have the courage to tell her father about such a shameful thing.

"I don't want him to come." Although Wei Ruolan said this, there was an unconcealable loneliness in her eyes.

"Huanxi, help me pack my things. I'm going to live in the other courtyard." Wei Ruolan's eyes swept across the glaring red in the room. She felt it was extremely ironic. Every shade of red seemed to be mocking her situation.

Huanxi obeyed the order and started to pack up. Wei Ruolan sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes firm but full of sadness.

"Miss, are we really going to the villa?" Huanxi couldn't help but ask.

Wei Ruolan took a deep breath and hummed softly. The master and servant left the main courtyard under the cover of night and went to a quieter courtyard.

The next day, people in the palace were talking about it, saying that the new princess had been kicked out and moved to another courtyard because she was not favored by the prince.

More than a month after their marriage, the prince had never touched her. This matter had become a topic of conversation among everyone in the palace. It was an indisputable fact that the new princess had fallen out of favor.

When Prince Ning heard this, he just frowned slightly and said nothing. When Concubine Ji heard about it, she sneered, with a hint of pride in her eyes.

Wei Ruolan spent a few days in peace and quiet in the villa, reading, writing, playing the piano every day, and occasionally going out for a walk.

On this day, Wei Ruolan was painting in the study when Prince Ning arrived. He paused outside the door for a moment and finally pushed the door open gently.

The sunlight shines through the window lattice and onto Wei Ruolan's focused profile. She is sketching the tranquility and depth of the mountains and rivers with her fine brush, as if the rumors in the outside world have nothing to do with her.

King Ning approached, his eyes swept across the unfinished painting, and finally stopped at Wei Ruolan. He spoke softly, breaking the silence in the room: "Why did you move here?"

Wei Ruolan stopped writing and looked up at King Ning, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes. "Make room for the new princess."

"I didn't mean that." Ning Wang said helplessly. He admitted that he just wanted to leave her alone for a while. Who made her think of Lao Wu? I didn't expect that the seemingly delicate woman could be so aggressive.

The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile: "Isn't that what the prince thinks?"

King Ning frowned slightly. He took a step forward, put his hands on Wei Ruolan's shoulders, and whispered, "Have you had enough of the trouble? If you have, follow me back to the main courtyard."

Wei Ruolan's body trembled. She looked straight into his eyes and tried to keep herself calm: "Go back to the main courtyard? Continue to let those servants laugh at me?" Her eyes finally turned red and tears welled up in them.

Seeing this, King Ning couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in his heart. He was silent for a moment, and finally apologized: "I'm sorry, Ruolan, I was wrong, okay?"

Of course, he married her because her father was the prime minister, but at this moment, he found himself somewhat interested in her.

That night, Prince Ning stayed in the main courtyard. The night was as dark as ink, and it was getting darker and darker, but inside the new house, there was a spring atmosphere, whispers, curtains trembling, and the golden nanmu bed shaking slightly. There was no rest for a moment.

In the early morning, King Ning had already gotten up, and Wei Ruolan felt sore all over because of the intimacy last night. Looking at the striking red on the round handkerchief, she sighed softly. In the end, she was unable to get what she wished and marry the person she had been thinking about.

At this time, Huanxi, with a cheerful face, led two experienced maids in, ready to help Wei Ruolan wash and dress.

In their minds, as long as the young lady won the favor of the prince, their days in the palace would be smoother. After dressing up carefully, Wei Ruolan looked even more charming and beautiful, and she walked out gracefully with the support of Huanxi.

Seeing this, Concubine Ji raised a complicated smile and said, "Sister, you have a good plan. You used the trick of playing hard to get just right."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ruolan just smiled slightly. There was neither pride nor sarcasm in that smile. She just responded lightly:

"Sister, you are too kind. The position of the principal wife is unshakable. Even if the concubine is favored, as long as the principal wife has no children, the concubine is still just a concubine."

Concubine Ji felt a pang of pain in her heart when she heard this. She knew very well that the rules in the palace were strict and that concubines were not allowed to get pregnant before the wife got pregnant.

This rule was like a shackle, and although she had been married into the palace for more than three years, she still had not been able to fulfill her wish and give birth to a child.