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

Song Nian, who had ‘disappeared’, was overjoyed when he saw the familiar word ‘槐’ again.

She felt the pain on her neck, a small scratch that bled slightly and stung slightly, but it wasn't serious, so she ignored it. Finding a corner, she changed into the ancient costume she'd hidden in her ancient ring. Using her memory, she found the first household in need of help.

Yes, after the last short journey, she had an idea that perhaps when she encountered danger, she could temporarily hide in the ancient ring space.

So, when she suggested that Li Qiang use his connections to get the person released, she intended to verify this idea. Although it was a bit risky, fortunately she was successful in the end.

"Auntie, are you asleep?"

It was the 11th hour of the evening, and Huai Village was completely silent. Song Nian came to a fenced courtyard. The two wooden doors were bolted. She peeked through the gap and vaguely saw a candle burning in the inner room.

"Who is it? It's so late, what are you doing?"

The aunt probably heard the noise and put on a thick padded coat while walking out. When she saw Song Nian, she was delighted at first, then quickly ran over to unlock the door, "Big sister, is it really you?"

"Ever since you helped me repair the greenhouse last time, the vegetables in my garden have grown beautifully. I was thinking about when I could see you again so I could bring you some." Auntie said, "Just wait, I'll go get some right away."

Song Nian hurriedly pulled her back and said, "Auntie, your vegetable garden is small and it's not easy to grow vegetables. I can't accept it. I came here today to give you a gift."

She took out a lumbar massager and said, "Your waist is severely damaged, and you work hard all day. Although this thing can't cure the root cause of the disease, it can relieve the pain. If you trust me, try it."

When Song Nian turned on the instrument, it made a slight vibrating sound, and her aunt was startled. Then she saw a bright red dot on the strange instrument that looked like a candlelight and was very surprised.

She nodded, agreeing to let Song Nian put it on for her. Instantly, she felt a tingling sensation in her waist. It was like a pair of hands were tirelessly pounding her back. It was extremely comfortable.

"What kind of treasure is this? It actually has such a therapeutic effect. Sister, where did this thing come from? Is it expensive?"

Song Nian met his aunt before he left last time. She was not well off and it was very difficult for her to raise a half-grown child alone. She also suffered from a lot of strain diseases.

"This is for you. If you feel comfortable, use it often. When you feel better, go find a reliable doctor to treat the pain with acupuncture. This kind of overuse disease should be cured while you are young."

Song Nian handed her the hand-drawn instruction manual she had prepared in advance. "This machine is solar-powered. If you place it in sunlight, it will always have power. But don't overuse it. Auntie, please keep it."

Seeing Song Nian was about to leave, her aunt hurriedly tried to stop her, "Thank you, big sister. You, please come in and drink some water. It's so late at night, are you leaving now?"

"Yes, I will go and deliver what they need to more people in need."

Politely declining his aunt's invitation, Song Nian knocked on every door based on his memory from last time.

Cervical spine devices, lumbar massage chairs, knee pads, and other items were distributed to the elderly in poor health. Many people recognized her immediately and were already enthusiastic, and were even more grateful for her gifts. In a full hour, she visited twenty-three households, and Huai Village, which had been dark and quiet, gradually became lively.

There were books, pens, etc. in the space. She thought it was not nice to disturb a family with children late at night, so she asked around and went to the prefectural yamen. The yamen runners wouldn't let her in, but when she mentioned Qi Yu, someone soon led her in.

It seemed as if his interest was disturbed. When Sun Xian hurried from the back house to the front hall, his face was full of displeasure.

"Are you looking for me?"

"It's a little girl."

Song Nian responded generously, looking carefully at the prefect whom he had heard from Qi Yu, looking at his official uniform that had not yet been properly put on, looking at his fat body and shrewd eyes.

She thought she didn't have eyes that had seen countless people, but this man looked smart, unlike those corrupt officials who were full of corruption.

"That person asked you to come find me?"

As soon as Sun Xian appeared, he asked everyone to leave, and only he and Song Nian were left in the front hall.

I didn't dare mention Qi Yu's name, after all, that benefactor was "dead" in Huai Village.

"He cares about Huai Village, so he asked me to give everyone some gifts."

Song Nian only used the word "he" to acknowledge their mutual identity. She opened the wooden box behind her, which was full of items that Sun Xian could not understand.

"Wait, what are these? You, stand away!"

Fearing that it was a sharp weapon that could hurt people, Sun Xian looked at it from a distance and didn't dare let Song Nian get close.

Song Nian just smiled knowingly, turned around and casually took out a box of chalk from the box, and then took out a folding blackboard. "Sir, this is called a blackboard. The colorful ones in my hand are chalks. You can write words by moving the chalks on the blackboard. This gift is for everyone in Huai Village who wants to learn knowledge."

After saying that, Song Nian picked up the chalk and wrote the word "God" on the blackboard.

Looking at her flowing handwriting, with white words emerging on the black page, Sun Xian was stunned.

"This...this thing is so magical?"

She had no time to be afraid. Sun Xian rushed over with his fat body, snatched the chalk from her hand, and tried to write a few times. At first, he didn't dare to use force, and the handwriting was very light. When he tried harder, he broke the chalk.

"This……"

"It's okay. There's plenty of chalk. As long as you don't deliberately destroy it, it's fine."

Song Nian took out a new piece of chalk and gave it to him. Sun Xian had experience, so he wrote a few big words with a big wave of his hand.

"The prefect has beautiful handwriting."

After listening to Song Nian's praise and looking at the treasure, Sun Xian squinted his eyes for a long time without coming back to his senses, "This... this... this is simply a rare treasure."

When Qi Yu was in Huai Village, he had never seen this treasure, right?

Thinking of Qi Yu, the smile on Sun Xian's face disappeared, and he immediately became serious. He raised his hand and stabbed Song Nian's shoulder with a dagger hidden in his sleeve. "Tell me, who sent you? Who are you to him?"

I've never heard Qi Yu mention that he knew any beautiful girls.

The girl was dressed in Huai Village clothes, but with her long, elegant hair sticking up high, she didn't look like a village girl at all. The things she took out were also very strange, and he was a little unsure.

"I am Qi Yu's closest person."

Gently grasping his dagger and removing his hand, Song Nian squatted down again to retrieve the picture book from the box. "Don't worry, sir. I won't do anything that would harm Huai Village. If I did, how could Huai Village be so quiet tonight?"

That's true.

She came uninvited and went to the prefectural yamen first. If she hadn't come here and set a fire in the middle of the night, the whole Huai Village would have been doomed.

"What is that in your hand?"