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

The next morning, when Song Nian was woken up by the alarm clock, there was a cold sword lying beside the bed.

She was startled and gasped. There was a bamboo stick under the long sword. "The sword used by General Changfeng of the Great Jin Dynasty, Duan Zhan, is voluntarily given to the gods today. Thank you for saving my 300,000-man army."

This handwriting is not Qi Yu's. After days of contact, she can already tell at a glance that it is Qi Yu's notes. The flying and dancing characters show that he has practiced, unlike the one in front of her, which looks like it was written by a three-year-old child.

"How did you get the general to give me his personal sword?"

Song Nian was overjoyed, not because he could exchange it for money again, but because he had received countless precious jades in the past, but never a cold weapon. Since the National Museum was restoring unofficial history, the general's sword must be very important.

Song Nian immediately contacted Zhou Bo and sent him a photo of the sword.

Before Zhou Bo could answer, Qi Yu's soft voice came first.

"Although Duan Zhan is rigid and stubborn, he's not someone who doesn't understand the situation. Upon learning that the gods have agreed to help, he proactively asked about the tribute. So, Nian'er, don't worry and take it."

Although there was a lot of sweet talk and deception in it, at least Duan Zhan listened to it.

His only request was that when he returned to the capital, he should be given the Seven Star Sword that he had stored in the Prince's Mansion.

The Seven Star Sword was a fine sword forged by the best blacksmith in the martial arts world when he was eighteen years old. His master spent a lot of money to ask the best blacksmith in the martial arts world to forge it. It is a treasure that every swordsman in the martial arts world wants to get.

Duan Zhan is a martial arts fanatic. Apart from martial arts, he is most obsessed with weapons.

Qi Yu's implicit suggestion hit the mark, so he naturally agreed readily.

"I contacted the vegetable farmers last night. Three hundred thousand people's food is a significant amount. They need to transfer supplies from surrounding granaries, and like before, they need to deliver them in batches."

Song Nian packed up everything. Today was the last day of military training and she couldn't be absent. On the other hand, the secretary of the Song Group had just called to convene the monthly board meeting.

"Qi Yu, you have to do me a favor later."

Qi Yu knew that his affairs had delayed Nian'er, so he asked for leave from Duan Zhan and returned to the tent to carefully study all the affairs of the Song Group, so as to do his best to help wherever it was needed.

Dijing.

A small courtyard located at the end of a street in Chang'an is kept very clean and unique.

On the west side of the courtyard, I saw a lush peach tree, with a swing beside it. Last night, the first snow fell in the capital, and the snowflakes fell on the peach tree, coating the branches with a layer of silver. The pink peach petals, covered in white snow, gave me the illusion of the proud plum blossom. The wind blew, sending the petals flying, mixed with the snowflakes, creating a truly beautiful scene.

The cobblestone path extends all the way to the entrance of the courtyard. The house is simple but charming. It is not big. An old man with white hair is sitting in front of the couch, holding a red hairpin in his hand. His face seems to be filled with sadness but also happiness.

He was reminded of the person when he saw the object, but unfortunately, no matter how much he missed the past, the person would never come back.

"master."

There were footsteps outside the door, but no footprints were left in the yard. Then a young man was seen walking down the door into the house.

"Master, there's a letter from our eldest brother at the border."

The man did not raise his eyes when he heard this, but carefully put the red hairpin into the exquisite box. After hearing his disciple repeat what he had just said, he raised his head.

"It's just a letter, there's no need to rush. Just read it."

It turned out that he was not an old man. His handsome face was handsome and resolute, and the moment he raised his eyes, he had the demeanor of a corporal. But it was that white hair that made him look mysterious and sad when seen from behind.

"This letter, I cannot read."

The young disciple hesitated, but still handed him the letter. "Big Brother, it's written on the front of the letter. Others can't read it. I don't dare."

Duan Yan snorted disdainfully and took the letter. The next moment, he stood up, put on his cloak, and walked out quickly.

"Go to Shen's Mansion."

Shen Qian was not on duty today and originally wanted to have a good rest, but a servant came to report that Duan Yan wanted to see him.

Everyone knows that Duan Yan was the number one leader in the martial arts world ten years ago, but after his wife died of illness, he resigned from his position as leader and stayed at home, never going out.

Even the emperor had sent him several times to invite Duan Yan into the palace to lead the imperial guards and protect him, but he was rejected. Today, the sun is rising from the west.

"Senior Duan!"

The moment he saw Duan Yan, Shen Qianqian clasped his hands together and bowed to him with a very humble attitude.

It was not because of his proud status or his high martial arts skills, but because of the night ten years ago when he witnessed Duan Yan's deep love and pride as his hair turned white overnight due to the death of his late wife.

He admired such a man who valued love and friendship, which was a peak he would never be able to reach in his life.

Although he was the commander of the Imperial Guards and had been trusted by the Emperor for a long time, only he knew that the things he was burdened with would prevent him from finding the love of his life. Since he could not protect her, he simply did not implicate innocent people.

"Nephew Shen, there's no need to be so polite."

Duan Yan didn't bother to be polite with him and directly took out the letter from his arms and handed it to him.

Seeing his serious expression, Shen Qian waved his hand and everyone in the front hall retreated.

After reading it, he was shocked.

"This letter..."

"From the border."

Shen Qian immediately understood what he was trying to express. "Senior Duan wants me to go to the palace and give this letter to the emperor?"

Duan Yan was about to say yes, but when he noticed Shen Qian's calm eyes, he suddenly understood something.

He had been roaming the martial arts world for decades, and nothing could escape his ears. He had someone investigate Shen Qian's true identity. After all, he would thoroughly investigate everyone and everything related to his disciple, but he wouldn't reveal anything. He always believed that everyone and everything existed for a reason. Besides, hadn't Shen Qian done anything right now?

But Shen Qian was a smart and alert man. The fact that he went from a city gate guard to the emperor's side in just half a year was enough to prove his extraordinary ability, so it made sense.

"Is all this a conspiracy between you and the Emperor?"

"Senior Duan, you are too kind. How dare I say that?" Shen Qian realized that he could not hide anything from the leader of the martial arts world, so he simply laid it bare. "Your Majesty is now in a dilemma, so I had no choice but to do this."

"But since it was His Majesty who set up this scheme, can you guarantee its safety?"

Shen Qian smiled and said, "Don't worry, Senior. The Emperor cares about that person more than anyone else."

If he was concerned about it, why did he allow someone to assassinate him?

The imperial edict was fake, the assassination was fake, but the suffering that man endured was all real.

"I don't care what you plot, or what the Imperial Concubine's gang does. The future of the Great Jin is closely tied to that person. Without that person, the Great Jin will surely..."

"Senior, be careful with your words."

Without giving Duan Yan a chance to finish his words, Shen Qian held the letter in his palm and raised it upwards. "Don't worry, senior. I will personally go to the palace and hand over these evidences that can help him to His Majesty later. But please also believe in His Majesty, and also believe in your good disciple."

I don’t know what great good deeds Qi Yu did in his previous life that he could have such a master in this life who treats him better than his own son.

Everyone knows that Duan Yan has been living in seclusion and ignoring worldly affairs, but Qi Yu is the only person who makes him make exceptions again and again.

I still remember the last time he broke into the palace without permission, that was the night Qi Yu was exiled...