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

"Song Nian, I've never liked anyone except you! You didn't want me to cling to you, so in the past two months, I've been hanging out in bars every day, hanging out with all kinds of girls, just to relieve you of the pressure! But now I've figured it out. Instead of torturing myself, why not..."

"How about we both torture each other?"

Song Nian interrupted him, and while he was stunned, she spoke word by word, seriously, "My boyfriend's name is Qi Yu."

Zhou Hui paused and didn't react for a long time.

Why does this name sound so familiar?

Could he be a big shot in some department of their school?

Zhou Hui didn't remember it, but the classmates passing by immediately searched for these two words.

Soon, a piece of news that "the boyfriend of a beauty from Peking University or Tsinghua University is actually a prince from unofficial history thousands of years ago" was pinned to the top of the campus network, and even quickly went viral and made it to the social news.

When Zhou Hui came to the door angrily, Song Nian was delivering combat boots in the warehouse.

"Song Nian, even if you wanted to reject me, you shouldn't have come up with such a lame excuse. Tell me, do you believe this?"

Song Nian felt a chill down his spine, but luckily the last box of combat boots had been delivered when he rushed in.

Looking at the cell phone Zhou Hui held in front of her, she burst out laughing.

"dare you laugh?"

"Excuse me, who posted this?"

Song Nian couldn't help but laugh.

The post mainly digs out the history of her and Qi Yu. In addition to vividly describing Qi Yu's past, an enthusiastic person also used AI to synthesize a video of her and Qi Yu below.

A picture of a modern girl in school uniform kissing an ancient prince through AI.

If this thing is sent to Qi Yu, wouldn't the deposed prince be very happy?

Song Nian immediately took out his mobile phone and searched the page.

"what are you doing?"

"Send this post to my boyfriend." Let him be happy too.

Zhou Hui was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Song Nian!"

"Thanks to you, I'm not only on the headlines of my friends circle, but also on social news. Zhou Hui, I'll treat you to a meal."

Song Nian was serious and planned to have a good talk with him.

Or maybe just come clean. She didn't pretend anymore, since this guy had known a lot of her secrets over the past period of time.

Although she didn't verify it, she thought that for such a smart guy, many things could be confirmed by indirect means.

"No need, you just want me to give up on you. If you can even come up with such a lame excuse, what else can I not dare to do? But liking you is my business, you have no right to interfere."

Zhou Hui left angrily, leaving Song Nian petrified on the spot.

That's not an excuse.

Those are all facts!

Her boyfriend is really the thousand-year-old prince.

A text message came from the mobile phone.

Zhou Hui: "Unless you let me see him in person."

She can't see it yet.

Song Nian asked the heavens speechlessly. She had been to Huai Village three times in a row, and she had no choice of where to go. It was like opening a blind box. She didn't know when and under what circumstances she would be able to see Qi Yu again.

Qi Yu, who was taking off his combat boots, sneezed. Jiang Zhi beside him asked cautiously, "Your Highness, have you caught a cold?"

"Maybe someone is thinking of me."

Qi Yu immediately recalled the scenes of the old days in the palace.

Lately, for some reason, he'd been thinking about the past. He wanted to see Nian'er, who had only appeared in Huai Village. Perhaps if he stayed in the barracks longer, she could come, too. Imperial Capital was too far away, and he didn't want to go back so soon.

It turns out that when you care about someone, you don't even care to clarify the injustices you have suffered.

"I will definitely take you to see it if I have the chance."

Song Nian didn't insist on explaining Qi Yu's matter to He Zhouhui.

Last time, she asked Uncle Ge to help deliver weapons to his mountain, so she might have to trouble Uncle Ge again this time. Song Nian thought that he didn't ask for money or things for the sake of her mother, but it would not be good for her to always take advantage of him.

She asked Qi Yu: "Does the military camp have good tea?"

Qi Yu found Duan Zhan, and he didn't expect that he really found him.

"How do you know I love tea?"

People who practice martial arts love wine the most, but he is an exception. He likes to drink tea.

My father once said that drinking alcohol will cause trouble, but tea can make people sober.

He has been practicing with his father since he was a child. He always has a cup of hot tea after practicing martial arts. He has gotten used to it over the years, so he has a lot of tea prepared in his tent.

"I wonder if you could lend me some."

It was the first time Qi Yu asked someone for something for free, so he felt a little embarrassed. "Well, I'll use my military merits to offset it in the future."

This is the first time I heard someone exchange his life for tea.

Others may not understand the prince, but Duan Zhan knows him very well. He always does what he says and never goes back on his word.

He said that in order to make up for it with military merit, he would definitely use all his strength on the battlefield, as that would be something he would have to pay for with his own life.

"Is the other party an extremely important person?"

Duan Zhan knew that Qi Yu was not a person who was too proud of his status, so the tea he asked for was naturally a gift to someone very important to him.

"Yes."

Qi Yu thought about asking the gods, but when giving a gift to Nian'er, he hoped it would be a personal token of his love.

"Okay, then I won't ask any more questions."

Duan Zhan handed him the treasured brocade box and said, "You are more familiar with this than I am."

Qi Yu felt mixed emotions. It was more than familiar. He and his father's bedrooms could be seen everywhere in the palace.

This is Mengding Mountain tea, the tribute tea used by the royal family to worship their ancestors and the emperor.

His father loved him and had rewarded him with many things. This tea has an elegant aroma and a refreshing taste, but its production is very small.

"Thank you, Brother Duan."

Qi Yu remembered the favor in his heart and passed the tea to Song Nian after returning to the tent.

"Is Nian'er of great use?"

Song Nian said, "Yes, this uncle has helped me a lot. I can't go to see him empty-handed. It would be impolite."

Qi Yu thought that since he was the elder, he had to show some respect as a member of the woman’s family.

Soon, a pair of tea sets appeared on Song Nian's dressing table.

"Is this for me?"

Song Niansu gently grasps the blue and white teacup. The azure-colored cup, like the Jiangnan region, remains untouched by the hustle and bustle of the past. The tea set's sleek lines and soft colors, blending with the fragrance of tea, promise to enchant one with a sense of harmony and tranquility.

I picked it up and looked at the bottom, and sure enough, there was the word "Duan" written on it.

"Duan Zhan gave it to me the other day. It's not suitable for me to use. If Nian'er doesn't mind, you can use it as a gift to an elder."

It's more than good.

Uncle Ge will definitely like it.

Song Nian carefully cleaned the teacup and then found a brocade box to put it in.

When she arrived at the villa, Uncle Ge was not out for a rare occasion, so she said politely, "Hello, Uncle Ge."

The old man was about seventy years old, with gray hair on his temples, but he was in very good condition. If Song Nian didn't know his age, he would have thought he had recognized the wrong person.

"No wonder everyone calls you Uncle Ge. Uncle Ge is even younger than Mr. Song."

This was not a compliment, but a sincere statement of the truth, but it made Uncle Ge laugh out loud and put him in a very good mood.

"Your little mouth is just like your mother's back then, it can speak."

Seeing his mother mentioned, Song Nian finally boldly asked the question he had wanted to ask for many years, "Why is Uncle Ge so good to my mother?"

He loved her as much as his own granddaughter.

I still remember the first time I met Uncle Ge. It was the year before my mother passed away. He came to visit our home. At first, I thought Uncle Ge was a colleague or shareholder of my father's company, but later I learned that he was an old acquaintance of my mother.

The two heard that they were close friends regardless of age, and Uncle Ge loved his mother like his own daughter, just like he did to her now, and would always respond to her requests. But after the two of them left the study room solemnly that time, Uncle Ge never came again.

After all, if her mother hadn't told her to look for Uncle Ge if she encountered any difficulties, she thought she would never have contacted such an old man who was so far away from home.

"Because I owe her my life."