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

In the Golden Palace, Yuan Ying walked into the solemn court holding an exquisite food box. This move caused all the civil and military officials in the court to look at each other in bewilderment. Even Emperor Kang Ren showed a puzzled look. He asked in a gentle voice: "My dear Yuan, what is that in your hand?"

Yuan Ying stepped forward steadily and replied, "Your Majesty, this is what the people of Daxia rely on for survival - sweet potatoes."

Emperor Kang Ren's eyes flashed with surprise: "Oh? It turned out that Yanshu brought back sweet potatoes?"

Murong Xuanyi stepped forward and said, "Father, Yanshu brought back a whole carriage of sweet potatoes. I wanted to give you a surprise, so I didn't inform you right away. Please forgive me."

Yuan Ying took a deep look at Murong Xuanyi. This man had learned to lie. He clearly didn't want to inform the emperor immediately. But he said it in such a nice way.

Emperor Kang Ren couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha, Lao Wu, Lao Wu, I like this surprise very much."

In the court, the other ministers and princes were all confused. They felt baffled by the interaction between the three people and cast curious glances at them.

Yuan Ying gently opened the lid of the food box, and instantly, a fresh and pleasant aroma filled the air.

"Your Majesty, please taste it."

Fuquan quickly took the dish and respectfully presented the sweet potato to Emperor Kangren. Emperor Kangren picked up the chopsticks, picked up the sweet potato and put it into his mouth, chewing it carefully. The soft, glutinous and sweet taste instantly bloomed in his mouth, making him praise it endlessly: "This is really delicious!" After that, he picked up a bigger piece of sweet potato.

Then he ordered: "Come, share these sweet potatoes with the ministers."

Fuquan followed the order and distributed the sweet potatoes in the food box to the ministers and princes present one by one. After tasting them, everyone was amazed and praised the deliciousness of the sweet potatoes. They were secretly curious about what kind of sacred thing it was.

Some ministers began to whisper and discuss the origin of sweet potatoes.

Yuan Ying stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this is the method of sweet potato cultivation that I wrote. It is spring now, and when the weather gets warmer, it will be the best time to sow." After that, Yuan Ying turned to face the crowd and explained in detail and vividly the unique charm and cultivation methods of sweet potatoes. His words revealed his deep concern for farming and profound knowledge.

Emperor Kang Ren was delighted when he heard this, and said happily: "My dear Yuan, this matter that benefits the country and the people will be handed over to you to take full responsibility and lead the people to plant sweet potatoes widely."

He was secretly delighted, knowing that the introduction of sweet potatoes would not only solve the problem of food and clothing for the people, but would also bring unprecedented prosperity to the country.

Murong Xuanyi took the opportunity to say, "Father, Yanshu has introduced sweet potatoes to Daxia this time, and he has gone through numerous hardships and dangers. He has brought great benefits to the people. This is an unprecedented achievement and should be remembered as a great general."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Kang Ren nodded slightly and said with approval: "Old Fifth, you are right. Where is Yanshu now?"

"Reporting to the Emperor, he is now outside the side hall, waiting to pay his respects to the Emperor."

"In that case, let him in."

Fuquan immediately issued an order: "Duke Xuan, please come to see me."

Soon, Song Yanshu walked into the court, looking a little dazed. Ever since his father met with disaster and he was stripped of his military power by the emperor, he had never set foot in this magnificent palace again.

He walked forward slowly, bowed respectfully and said: "Your Majesty, I, Song Yanshu, wish you good health and long-lasting blessings.

Emperor Kang Ren gazed at the people kneeling below, feeling infinite emotion in his heart. Song Yanshu could vaguely see the shadow of Song Jinghuai between his eyebrows. Song Jinghuai, the best friend who had fought side by side with him and helped him ascend the throne smoothly...

But later on, his achievements became so great that they frightened his master, and the Northwest Army almost became synonymous with the Song Family Army, which made him have to be on guard.

Therefore, he would rather let the world down than let the world let him down.

Emperor Kang Ren was silent for a moment. Perhaps because he was getting older, he felt a little guilty towards Song Yanshu. After a long while, he slowly said, "Yanshu, get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Song Yanshu's voice was deep and powerful. He looked up at Emperor Kang Ren on the dragon throne, his eyes calm and deep, as if he could see through the ripples in people's hearts. He stood tall and straight, and even though he had gone through hardships, he still had the demeanor of a young general. The palace was quiet, with only the sound of his robes fluttering.

"The sweet potatoes you brought back this time are good news for the people of Daxia. I am very pleased." Emperor Kang Ren finally spoke, his tone more gentle and appreciative, "Since you have made such a great contribution, I will reward you accordingly. Tell me, what do you want?"

Song Yanshu bowed slightly, his tone humble but firm: "I do not seek high office or high salary, I just hope to do more practical things for the people of Daxia to comfort my late father's spirit in heaven."

"What a loyal and filial man!" Upon hearing this, Emperor Kang Ren couldn't help but clapped his hands in praise, with a flash of admiration in his eyes. He knew that Song Yanshu had a noble character and was not moved by fame and fortune.

He thought for a moment and said, "Yanshu, I understand your intention. Since you care about the people, I will grant you the title of 'National Protector' and restore your former military position.

But considering your mother's advanced age, you will stay in the capital. I will appoint you as the commander of the Imperial Guards, a second-rank official. I hope you will continue to contribute your strength to the prosperity and peace of Daxia."

This was a decision he made after careful consideration. Although Song Jinghuai's trusted forces had been completely eliminated in the Northwest Army, he was still worried, fearing that something might happen. Therefore, keeping him under his own eyes was undoubtedly the safest arrangement.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the court. Not only was his military post reinstated, but he was also entrusted with the important task of leading the Imperial Guards. This sudden honor made the princes and ministers cast mixed glances at him, with some amazement, some jealousy, and some relief.

Song Yanshu was not too upset about this sudden high position. He did not aspire to be the commander of the Imperial Guards. He had only one thought in mind, which was to take back the military power in the northwest. That was his father's life's work and his responsibility and mission that he could not give up.

Therefore, under the attention of everyone, he remained silent for a moment and did not express his opinion immediately, which made Emperor Kang Ren reveal a bit of displeasure on his face.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi hurried forward and reminded softly: "Yanshu, are you so happy that you forget yourself? Why don't you thank me quickly." As he spoke, he winked at Song Yanshu, signaling him not to lose his composure.

Song Yanshu finally woke up from his dream. He took a deep breath, calmed his inner turmoil, then slowly knelt down and said in a firm and powerful voice: "Your Highness, I thank you for your grace! I will do my best to live up to your expectations!"

Emperor Kang Ren then showed a look of satisfaction and relief, with a smile on his lips.

He then solemnly announced: "Murong Xuanyi, Yuan Ying, you all listen to my order. I deeply appreciate the extraordinary merit of the two of you in presenting the sweet potatoes, which has saved the people of Daxia from the dire straits.

I have specially appointed Murong Xuanyi as the first-rank general of the cavalry, and Yuan Ying as the first-rank prime minister. I hope that you will continue to work diligently for the country of Daxia and make new contributions. "

Facing this sudden reward, Yuan Ying's eyes could not help but flash with a trace of confusion. On the other hand, Murong Xuanyi seemed unusually calm, as if he had expected all this and was not surprised.

The two of them expressed their gratitude together: "Thank you, Father (The Emperor) for your grace." Their voices were clear and sincere, echoing in the court.

However, the ministers in the court were even louder in their discussions. Prime Minister Wei was the first to speak out, and his words were earnest and powerful:

"Your Majesty, the appointment of a prime minister is a matter of national importance. How can you act so rashly? Although Lord Yuan is talented, he is still young and inexperienced. I am afraid he cannot take on this important task. I hope Your Majesty will think twice before acting."

The Southwest General immediately stood up to express his agreement. His voice was as loud as a bell, and every word was sonorous and powerful:

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Wei is right. We have all witnessed the talent of Lord Yuan, and he is indeed extraordinary. But the position of Prime Minister of a country is not trivial, and it is related to the rise and fall of the country. How can such a major matter be easily decided based on a momentary thought? I hope Your Majesty will think twice before acting."

The prince's party also knelt in front of the palace and pleaded earnestly: "Your Majesty, please think twice before acting!"

As for the other princes, although they also did not want to see Yuan Ying ascend to the position of prime minister, they all endured it and did not easily reveal the slightest emotion.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the court suddenly became heavy and depressing. The ministers looked at each other, and whispers rose and fell, like a tide that was difficult to calm down.

As for Yuan Ying, she seemed unusually indifferent to the position of prime minister, as if it had nothing to do with her, fully demonstrating her detached attitude.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Kang Ren looked at the ministers in the court with deep eyes, and his tone was filled with unquestionable majesty:

"I have made up my mind. I have seen with my own eyes that Yuan Ying is a man of talent. He is not an ordinary person. As for his age, in ancient times, Ji Zhong was appointed prime minister at the age of thirteen. Now Yuan Ying is in his prime, and it is the right time for him to serve the country.

I believe that with the assistance of me and the other ministers, he will live up to everyone's expectations and become a wise prime minister."

He turned to look at Yuan Ying and said, "My dear Yuan, I will order you to take the stage and take office as Prime Minister when an auspicious day is chosen. I hope you will remain loyal and diligent in your work, and live up to my high expectations and the expectations of the people of the world."

Yuan Ying immediately knelt down to express his gratitude in a calm but firm voice: "Your Majesty's grace is so great that I am deeply grateful. Although I am not talented, I will do my best and serve you until my death. I will not let down the Majesty's trust and the people of the world."

After saying this, the emperor waved his sleeves lightly, and the palace suddenly became silent, with only the sound of his steady footsteps echoing.

The ministers in the court were still unwilling, but they had to suppress it temporarily and wait for the situation to change.