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

Mr. Zhou arrived forty minutes later.

He drove at a speed of 180 miles per hour, and the two-hour drive was shortened by half.

He saw Cheng Qing's car from a distance, and he breathed in the cold air and knocked on the window.

The window fell, revealing Cheng Qing's face that looked like he had lost all hope in life.

"I told you to change the car if you were following me. I recognized you, and you thought Song Nian wouldn't notice? Where's Song Nian?"

Cheng Qing's smile, which was about to greet him, instantly disappeared. He frowned and pointed impatiently at the villa on the hillside opposite, "It's inside."

Zhou Hui looked at his watch. It was a quarter past nine.

"You're leaving a young girl alone in the mountains so late at night?"

Cheng Qing shrugged indifferently. "I'm not the one secretly in love with her, why should I care so much? If you're so anxious, go find her."

Zhou Hui took a step forward to leave, only to realize that Cheng Qing had been teasing him.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek and sneered.

He simply put one hand in his trouser pocket, leaned against the car door, and lit a cigarette with one hand.

"Cheng Qing, what on earth do you want to do by following Song Nian around every day?"

"Then let me ask you, you obviously like someone but you do it secretly. Is secret love really great?" Cheng Qing snatched the cigarette he had just lit but hadn't had time to take a puff of.

"So I don't have a crush on her anymore. I'm determined to win her over. You—you're spying on my woman all day long. Isn't that too much?"

"Is her name on that page of the household registration? Did she officially declare you her woman? Your woman?" Cheng Qing laughed awkwardly. "How about this, you and I go into the mountains together to look for her. Whoever finds her first gets to own her?"

Zhou Hui's temper flared up, he said ok and ran away.

It took him a while to react.

Damn it, he was fooled by Cheng Qing. It was obvious that the guy didn't catch Song Nian and deliberately provoked him to be the forward.

At this time, the target person Song Nian finally saw the oasis after hiking three kilometers.

There are patches of forests, and a village can be seen not far ahead, with candlelight flickering, and there are high mountains all around.

She heard fierce footsteps behind her and quickly dodged into the bushes.

From afar, she saw a horse galloping, its hooves rushing past her eyes, bringing with them the whistling wind. Before she could see the person on the horse's back clearly, she heard a neigh, and the horse fell to the ground, and the person on its back also rolled to the ground.

"Help... help."

As if sensing the presence of someone around him, the man rolled over, struggled for a few moments, and finally fainted.

Song Nian covered his mouth tightly with his hands, afraid of breathing out, but no one appeared around for a long time.

Is he asking her for help?

It seemed as if the wind around carried a dangerous aura.

Song Nian held her breath, not daring to breathe. But after a while, no one else showed up. She tentatively glanced over and saw a man in black, one hand tightly gripping his sword, the other clutching his chest. His chest, which had been trembling violently for a few moments, suddenly quieted down.

She couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.

In the end, Song Nian couldn't resist the condemnation of her conscience. She bravely moved closer and saw the man's face clearly.

He was born with a rough and sturdy build, and his closed eyes were pierced by sharp eyebrows. He gave people a sense of awe without even being angry.

As if sensing her approach, the man's hand on his chest suddenly reached over and tightly grasped her slender wrist.

"what!"

Song Nian screamed in fright and tried to run.

The man said with difficulty: "Please girl, please beg me."

"How...how can I save you?"

She is not a doctor and she has never studied medicine. The only simple self-help she knows is cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

"I, let me try."

Song Nian crossed his arms and tried to press his chest.

At first the man thought the woman was going to murder him, but when he saw her pressing with great frequency and his chest feeling much more comfortable, he finally let down his guard.

"...Are you...are you feeling better?"

One hundred compressions a minute, a short break, and then another. Song Nian was thin and had little strength, and this first aid method required great strength and professionalism. It was also her first time seeing a wounded person in person, and she was filled with fear and unease. She was extremely panicked.

"There is...some medicine in my sleeve pocket, please excuse me, young lady."

The man felt much more comfortable and raised his arm to signal Song Nian to help him.

Fortunately, Song Nian was wearing ancient costumes, so she easily found her sleeve pocket and, as expected, touched a green porcelain bottle. She poured out the pills and tremblingly handed it to his lips, "One, one?"

The man nodded slightly, opened his lips, and let Song Nian feed him a black pill, which he swallowed with difficulty.

After about a quarter of an hour, the man finally regained his breath.

He tried, and with Song Nian's help, he sat up with difficulty.

The next moment, the man bowed with both hands and leaned towards her, "Zhao Li thanks you for saving my life!"

Zhao Li?

Song Nian's mind paused. Was this the Zhao Li she knew?

But shouldn’t Zhao Li be in exile right now?

She was not familiar with this place, but she could vaguely guess that it should be on the way to Qi Yu’s military camp, which was in the northwest direction. Zhao Li should not appear here.

Worried that she might have recognized the wrong person and brought trouble to Qi Yu, Song Nian did not ask about her doubts. Instead, Zhao Li saw through her expression.

"Do you recognize me, girl?"

"No, I don't recognize him." Song Nian denied it hastily. He didn't even dare to look at his face carefully. He turned his head away and was about to leave when he found an arrow stuck in his calf.

"You...you...you are hurt?"

"It's out of the way."

Zhao Li raised his hand to pull out the arrow, but Song Nian hurriedly stopped him.

"No, you'll lose too much blood and go into shock!"

"Young lady, do you know medicine?"

"I don't understand, but I do know a little about how to save your life." Seeing that he wasn't a rude person, Song Nian judged that he wouldn't hurt himself. She stared at his wound and said, "The arrow is stuck in your leg. There are many nerves and blood vessels in the leg. If you accidentally pull it out and cause heavy bleeding, this place is deserted and your life is in danger. So, either you hold on until you find a doctor to help you; or you tie the blood vessels leading up to your leg tightly to prevent heavy bleeding and save yourself."

"Thank you for your kind reminder, young lady, but I'm afraid I won't be able to see a doctor in my condition."

Zhao Li turned his head and looked at the horse that had fallen to the ground. It was obvious that it had died of exhaustion.

He was injured by an arrow in the leg, and it was impossible for him to walk far. He could only pull out the arrow by himself and then apply a simple bandage.

"Miss, since you know the cure so clearly, can you help me?"

Zhao Li clasped his hands together and bowed to her again, saying, "Miss, for saving my life, Zhao Li will repay you with gratitude. When I find my brother Qi Yu safely, I will definitely repay you."

Qi Yu?

He said Qi Yu.

He turned out to be Zhao Li, the yamen runner in the exile place, who had shared life and death with Qi Yu.

Song Nian never expected that, apart from Qi Yu, she was actually getting in touch with everyone who had lived with Qi Yu little by little.

She was so excited that she didn't notice the increasingly dangerous look in Zhao Li's eyes after he mentioned the name Qi Yu.

"you……"

"Tell me, who are you? Have you been lying in ambush here for a long time?"

Just as Song Nian opened her mouth, the weak man who had just fallen to the ground suddenly turned over and stood up, and a cold dagger fell on her shoulder. The series of actions were smooth and flowing. The man moved swiftly, his eyes were cold, the tip of the knife was sharp, and he was full of murderous intent.

It seemed as if her neck would be cut off at any moment.