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

In the study room of Yuan Mansion, Murong Xuanyi hugged Yuan Ying and said, "Yan'er, I will find an opportunity to confess your identity to my father in the next two days, and then ask him to grant me marriage."

A hint of joy flashed across Yuan Ying's eyes, but it was soon replaced by worry. "Will your father agree?"

Murong Xuanyi kissed her hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, you are so outstanding, and I am devoted to you, my father will definitely agree."

Yuan Ying joked: "What if your father doesn't agree? Then we will separate?"

Murong Xuanyi hugged her tightly, "No, I will never let this happen. If father really doesn't agree, I will just elope with you."

Yuan Ying was amused by his words, "Are you willing to give up your status as a prince and travel the world with me?"

"Of course I'm willing to give it up." Murong Xuanyi said seriously, "Status and position are nothing but illusions. I only want you."

Yuan Ying was deeply moved and took the initiative to kiss Murong Xuanyi on the lips. The two hugged and kissed each other, full of affection.

At this moment, Wanqiu's voice came from outside the door: "Sir, the Duke wants to see you."

Murong Xuanyi's brows were slightly furrowed, almost imperceptibly, but then relaxed again, and he calmed down again when he remembered Yuan Ying's previous promise.

The two walked out of the study side by side and stepped into the hall. When Song Yanshu's eyes met Murong Xuanyi, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable heaviness in his heart.

Murong Xuanyi and Song Yanshu exchanged a slight nod, then turned to Yuan Ying and said softly, "I'm leaving first. I'll come see you later."

Although this conversation was brief, it was meaningful, and Song Yanshu, who was standing by, felt quite uncomfortable after hearing it.

After Murong Xuanyi left, Yuan Ying looked at Song Yanshu and said, "Song Yanshu, do you have something to talk to me about?"

Song Yanshu came back to his senses, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He sighed and said slowly: "Xiaoying, I brought you a gift from Sulu."

He gently took out an exquisite brocade box, inside which lay a string of extraordinary and delicate coral bracelets, each bead emitting a warm luster.

As a soldier, Yuan Ying has no hobby of wearing jewelry on a daily basis.

But in the face of this thoughtfulness, she still expressed her sincere gratitude and said, "Thank you, I like it very much." Then she put the bracelet on her hand.

Seeing her accept it, Song Yanshu felt a little relieved, but also a little lonely. He knew very well that this gift might never have a place in her heart.

He smiled softly, trying to hide the turmoil in his heart, "Xiaoying. I really wrote you a letter..."

Yuan Ying stroked the coral in his hand and interrupted, "Song Yanshu, as long as you return safely, the letter is no longer important."

An indescribable feeling of grievance welled up in Song Yanshu's heart. Those letters contained his deep love and endless longing. To him, they were not only important, but also indispensable treasures in his emotional world.

Song Yanshu's eyes darkened slightly, and he said softly: "Xiaoying, I know you always treat me as a friend, but my feelings for you are not like that. I... I like you."

Yuan Ying didn't expect Song Yanshu to say it directly. Faced with his straightforwardness, she responded with the same frankness: "Song Yanshu, since we met, I have always regarded you as my most important friend and have never had any other thoughts."

He had already sensed it deep in his heart, but he just didn't want to face it, so he didn't speak out. After a long time, he mustered up the courage and asked in a very gentle tone: "Xiaoying, between you and Xuanyi..."

Yuan Ying stared at Song Yanshu for a moment, her eyes flickering with sincerity, and she said softly but firmly: "Well, I like him!"

These words, without any disguise or embellishment, were straightforward and pure, but they made Song Yanshu feel an indescribable sadness and bitterness in his heart.

She liked him, so what should he do? He missed her after all. He looked at her for a long time, so long that time seemed to stand still.

Finally, he managed a smile with difficulty, and there was a bit of pain in the smile, "I understand, Xiaoying. As long as you are happy, I will be satisfied."

After saying this, he turned around dejectedly, his heart full of loss and pain. He knew that his feelings would ultimately be fruitless.

Yuan Ying looked at his back as he walked away, feeling mixed emotions. She didn't want to deceive him or hurt him.

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In the East Palace, the prince heard that Yuan Ying had been appointed as the prime minister, and he was furious. He smashed everything he could touch in the East Palace, and the palace was in a mess. He was still under house arrest because of Yuan Ying. He was filled with hatred and vowed to cut Yuan Ying into pieces to relieve his hatred.

At this time, Queen Wang entered the East Palace and saw the maids trembling with fear, bowing their heads, busy cleaning up the mess on the ground. Seeing this, Queen Wang gently waved her hand, signaling the maids to leave. She walked slowly to the side of the prince and said earnestly: "My son, you are so impatient, you are not fit to be an emperor."

"Mother, I cannot swallow this humiliation!" The prince's eyes were wide open and his fists were clenched.

"My son, please be patient." Queen Wang frowned slightly, "There is still hope for this matter."

"Turning point?" The prince raised his eyebrows when he heard this. "Could it be that the Queen Mother has some ingenious plan?"

"It's not a brilliant plan." Queen Wang twirled her Buddhist beads lightly. "The only plan now is to wait for the right opportunity. Although Yuan Ying has been honored as the prime minister, she attracts attention because of her size. Some people in the court are already dissatisfied with her. We just need to wait and see and wait for the right opportunity to act."

The prince hesitated for a moment and nodded, but his eyes were still burning with resentment.

"In addition, you need to cultivate your character and not show your emotions. Your father is in a good mood recently, so I will go and plead for you to release you from your confinement first."

Queen Wang said in a serious tone, "Don't be so reckless in the future. If you don't even have this kind of heart, how can you achieve great things?"

The prince took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Your son will follow your mother's instructions."

Queen Wang's eyes revealed deep resentment. She gnashed her teeth and said, "Once you ascend the throne, will you still worry about not being able to deal with him?"

"But my father is in his prime, how could the throne fall into my hands so easily?" He sighed inwardly, after all, he had been the crown prince for nearly ten years.

"You just need to focus on consolidating your position as the crown prince. You don't need to worry too much about other things." There was an unquestionable determination in Queen Wang's words. At the same time, a hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes, as if foreshadowing that some unknown plan was brewing.

Since Song Yanshu returned home yesterday, he has been addicted to wine and unable to extricate himself. Seeing this, Princess Dunchun was extremely worried. She frowned and asked with concern: "Shu'er, what's wrong with you? Why are you so depressed?"

Song Yanshu slowly raised his blurred eyes and looked at Princess Dunchun, his eyes full of bitterness and helplessness. He spoke softly, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility around him: "Mother, the woman I love, she...she has fallen in love with Xuan Yi."

Princess Dunchun felt mixed emotions when she heard this. She gently stroked Song Yanshu's back, trying to comfort him. "Shu'er, the word love is the most hurtful. But you must know that there are thousands of good women in the world, and there is always one who is willing to go through the ups and downs with you and stay with you until old age."

Song Yanshu murmured, "There are thousands of beautiful women in the world, but I only want her."

Seeing this, Princess Dunchun shook her head helplessly and sighed in her heart, but she also knew that love was something that could not be forced.

As night fell, Murong Xuanyi quietly arrived with two jars of fine wine.

Song Yanshu stared at his best friend, his eyes full of mixed emotions. He slowly said, "You actually knew she was a girl long ago, right?"

"Was it you who arranged for me to go on a diplomatic mission to Sulu with ulterior motives?" There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

"Did those letters I sent to Xiaoying also fall into your hands quietly?" There was some anger in his tone.

Murong Xuanyi's eyes were gentle but heavy. He looked straight at Song Yanshu and sighed softly, "Yanshu, I'm sorry!" After all, he was the one who schemed against him.

"I don't want your apology, I just want Xiaoying." Song Yanshu's words were firm and resolute, revealing his persistence and cherishment for that emotion.

Murong Xuanyi patted Song Yanshu on the shoulder and said, "Yanshu, Xiaoying and I are in love with each other, and I hope you can help us." After saying that, he raised one of the jars of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

Song Yanshu stared at Murong Xuanyi blankly, his mind at a loss. He slowly picked up another jar of wine and drank it all.

The jar fell to the ground, spilling the wine all over the floor. Song Yanshu turned and left, leaving Murong Xuanyi standing there alone.

Song Yanshu sat alone under the dim light, his fingers gently stroking the stack of unsent letters in his hand, as if he could feel the warmth of the past through the paper. The emotions jumping between the lines reminded him of their days in the deep forest.

Song Yanshu closed his eyes, letting the tears roll in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall. He knew that these letters were not just a pile of words, but a dialogue between him and the person in his heart from the bottom of his soul, and the only comfort he had when he was lonely during countless days and nights.