The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

"Build me a temple?"

Song Nian almost dropped his jaw in shock.

But if you think about it, this is indeed the consistent thinking of the ancients.

"No need, no need. If you can raise money, just give me some silver and there's no need for a temple." She was afraid of shortening her life.

After typing these words, Song Nian took out paper and pen, thinking about buying something to send to them before dark, when the phone rang.

It was Song Lai, who asked her to go to the "Bense" bar at 8 o'clock tonight.

Of course she couldn't go.

But just as he hung up the phone, Song's father called.

"Xiao Nian, Aunt Li and I are here tonight, along with several relatives and elders. We're having a great time celebrating for you in advance. I've asked the driver to pick you up in about half an hour. Come downstairs."

Song Jin hung up the phone without giving her a chance to refuse.

The next moment she received a text message from the driver: "Miss, I will be there on time in half an hour."

This is forcing her to die!

Knowing that you can't start with the volunteer, you let her get infected with drugs in advance?

Thinking of the poison, Song Nian trembled all over.

She could not forget the torture of feeling like thousands of ants gnawing at her bones when she needed that thing.

They made her want to live but not die, they destroyed her!

By the way, Song Lai.

Wiping away the silent tears on her face, Song Nian tried to calm herself down. She opened the private detective's WeChat and asked him how he was doing.

About five minutes later, the private detective sent two photos, and a moment later, another message.

"Beautiful lady, I thought you just wanted us to follow up, but it turned out to be a large order. This is beyond our business scope. I'm afraid the balance will have to be increased by an extra zero."

The private detective she hired for 5,000 yuan now wants 50,000 yuan.

But the other party didn't give her the chance to curse.

Because the two photos clearly captured the process of Song Lai being infected with the "poison".

"Okay, send me the uncensored photo and I'll transfer the money to you immediately."

Fifty thousand yuan is one-third of her small treasury, but it would be worth it if she could send Song Lai in.

"Beautiful lady, you have to pay first. Don't worry, we also have professional ethics."

With that said, the photo above was withdrawn.

A brand new payment code was sent.

Song Nian gritted his teeth and transferred the money. Fortunately, the other party kept his word and soon sent two uncensored photos and a video.

"Here's the video for you. Please contact me again if you have such a big order in the future."

When Song Nian sent another message to express his gratitude, he found that he had been blocked by the other party. Then, a new friend request appeared.

Add him, note him as a friend, and immediately go online to change the IP address of the video and photos. Then Song Nian anonymously sends the compressed folder to a news platform.

A series of operations were completed and the printer started up coincidentally.

"The temple is already under construction, so please don't be polite, God. I don't have much money yet, but Qi Yu will find a way to give the God some jewelry first. I hope the God will not despise it."

So his name is Qi Yu?

Song Nian was muttering when she heard a click and a pearl fell into her hand.

The round and flawless pearl, which was larger than a thumb, shocked Song Nian when he held it in his hand.

One was that she had never seen such perfect pearls.

Second, how can ancient things be transmitted here?

"I wonder if the gods have received it?"

Maybe I didn't wait for her reply.

Perhaps this prince named Qi Yu was just like her, having just discovered the ability to connect ancient and modern times, so he sent a text message to inquire urgently.

"I got it. What beautiful pearls." Song Nian's hands were shaking as he typed on the keyboard excitedly.

"So your name is Qi Yu?"

She immediately turned on her computer and searched.

Strangely, there is no mention of Qi Yu’s name or the dynasty he belonged to in history.

After browsing countless web pages, Song Nian did not find any information about Prince Qi Yu on the Internet. Just when she was about to give up, a comment from a netizen on the "Archaeology Forum" caught her attention.

"Unofficial history records that the Crown Prince of the Northern Jin Dynasty was exiled to Lingnan after being framed by his imperial concubine, where he tragically died. This event was considered the most tragic event in Northern Jin history. It was also rumored that this Crown Prince was incredibly resourceful, both civilly and militarily, and unparalleled in the world."

Northern Jin Dynasty?

unofficial history?

Song Nian's history has always been good, but there is no such dynasty as Northern Jin in the history of our country, and as for Qi Yu, there is no such person.

However, the ancient book pictured below this netizen's words recorded some of Qi Yu's past events in great detail, and it did not seem to be photoshopped.

Qi Yu was gifted with literary skills at the age of three, skilled in martial arts at the age of five, and at the age of seven, he assisted the emperor in reviewing memorials, proposing numerous strategies that benefited the country and its people. At the age of nine, he visited the people, alleviating their suffering and even risking his life to help them overcome a plague that threatened to wipe out the entire Northern Jin Dynasty.

His innovative ideas propelled Northern Jin forward by a century. He was not only incredibly wealthy but also virtuous and righteous, making him the most outstanding prince in history.

How could such a capable person be framed and exiled by the imperial concubine?

And died in the end?

Song Nian felt as if she had just met a friend. She felt that they had met too late, but the person was gone before they even met. This loss made her feel empty.

She wanted to find out the cause of Qi Yu's death, but she couldn't find it, and she couldn't add the netizen's personal account.

She had no choice but to pay attention to it first and then study it slowly later.

"As long as the gods like it, Qi Yu will find a way to raise more money for the gods."

"Also, Qi Yu wants to continue buying food from the gods."

Such a big pearl must be worth a lot of money, so it is certainly enough to buy food.

But whenever Song Nian thought that she had bought some food for them, but this person would still die in the famine within a few days, she felt very upset.

"Food is not a problem. I will buy some vegetables, rice and oil and send them over later."

"Do you need any other help?"

"How are you? Are you sick? Do you need any medicine?"

How could a prince die in exile? If he was not killed by someone else, could he have died of starvation or illness?

Song Nian wondered whether he should buy some medicine to prevent it in advance.

"Thank you for your concern, Qi Yu is in good health and doing well."

"It's just that you need food. It's a great honor to trouble the gods."

"Oh no! Someone's here to steal our food!"

When Song Nian received Qi Yu's last words, he shuddered suddenly.

It didn't seem like these words were specifically spoken to her, but rather seemed to be his true feelings?

What did he see?

Are there any refugees coming to steal food?

He won't die tonight, will he?

"Who's here to grab the food?"

"You could possibly handle it?"

"You have extraordinary martial arts skills, so it should be fine, right?"

I asked three questions in succession, but there was no answer for a long time.

Song Nian and others were anxious.

This feeling of being unable to touch or hear made her feel very powerless.

She shouldn't take Qi Yu, a stranger she just met, so seriously.

But for some reason, she was curious. She was curious about why a person could contact her through the ancient ring, why her printer could communicate with spirits, and what would be the fate of the prince of this dynasty who did not exist in history but might have really existed in unofficial history.

Bell~

The cell phone rang and she shuddered in fear.

Li Lin's anxious voice came from the receiver, "Oh no, Xiao Nian, your sister has been taken away by the National Security Bureau. Come back quickly and save her!"