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

"I have failed to live up to your trust, Your Highness, and failed to take good care of this place." Jiang Zhi lowered his head guiltily.

He pointed to two figures vaguely visible behind a mound in the distance. "When I discovered someone was setting the fire, I woke up. Unfortunately, the fire was already burning. I had to wake Zhao Li first and then chase the arsonist. Fortunately, he had already been caught."

"Is it Yu Wenzheng's people?"

Jiang Zhi nodded, "Yes."

Qi Yu didn't say anything else, stood up and went to find Zhao Li. At this time, most of the fugitives had been appeased by Zhao Li.

He is an official, and we are all criminals who are even lower than the people. Who dares to contradict an official? But the look in Qi Yu's eyes was somewhat resentful.

Qi Yu: "I am fully responsible for this matter. I will find a way to return everyone's place to their homes."

Zhao Li waved his hand. "It's not your fault. I've seen this kind of thing many times. Don't worry about it. As for the house, we'll all work together to find a solution tomorrow morning. As for Yu Wenzheng, it seems that everything has been thoroughly investigated."

Qi Yu nodded and said, "I will find a way to send a secret letter back to the capital later, and someone will go to find those children."

He couldn't leave the exile place after such a big thing happened, but so many innocent families couldn't wait any longer, so he could only send a message to Shen Qian. Although that man was also a scoundrel, he would not just ignore his actions.

"That's good. Go on."

Zhao Li threw a small porcelain bottle over, and Qi Yu reached out to take it. It was medicine for wounds.

"I spent a lot of effort to get it from Dijing, so please use it sparingly." Qi Yu covered his lips with his palm and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Qi Yu's heart and eyes were filled with gratitude.

"Brother Zhao, please hand over those two people over to Sun Xian."

He wanted to see if Sun Xian, who was so greedy, would dare to gamble with his official uniform.

"They were the ones who set the fire, weren't they?"

Only then did Zhao Li notice that Jiang Zhi had actually captured two people.

You don't need to guess what they did. "Don't worry, I'll give him a good beating before handing him over to Sun Xian."

Someone dared to set fire right under his nose and almost caused him to meet the King of Hell. He had to get revenge for this.

Patting Qi Yu on the shoulder, signaling him not to be too depressed, Zhao Li led the yamen runners towards the mound.

Soon, howling sounds were heard in the distance.

Qi Yu looked at the dilapidated exile site nearby, and the firm belief that he had finally built up seemed to collapse at this moment.

My hand accidentally touched the jade token, and the anxious voice of the god came into my mind again.

"Is it that the imperial concubine's people who are torturing you again?"

"Qi Yu, you have been wronged. You should return to the Imperial Capital to prove your innocence."

"Think carefully, did you really kill the little prince? They tricked you into believing you were the one who killed him. You didn't kill anyone, and you shouldn't be suffering here!"

"You have served the country and the people. The Great Jin will only get better under your leadership, so you can't die here! Qi Yu, I can help you through the current difficulties. I can give you anything you need, but you are not allowed to look down on yourself. Cheer up, you are the crown prince, the glorious crown prince!"

"If you bow your head, you'll be admitting defeat and allowing the Imperial Concubine's group to continue their rampant behavior. Is that what you want to see?"

of course not!

Qi Yu roared in his heart.

It was as if I had just found my out-of-control self.

"I'm sorry for causing the gods to worry. Yu, it's alright."

He answered as softly as possible, even though he was not sure whether the god could hear him. He hoped that every word he said to the god would be gentle.

"It was Yu Wenzheng's men who plotted this. Aside from the collapsed house, everyone is fine. I deeply apologize for disturbing the gods so late at night."

In front of the printer, Song Nian picked up the fallen paper and confirmed again and again that Qi Yu was okay, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really scared just now, and even took out the "Autobiography of Qi Yu" to read it again. She even wanted to contact Zhou Bo from the antique shop to ask him in detail, did Qi Yu really die at this time?

She was very worried that Qi Yu would die suddenly.

"How are you?"

It goes without saying that Qi Yu must be feeling very guilty at this moment.

She could see from his autobiography that he was a very responsible person who was unwilling to owe others anything.

He must feel guilty for causing so many people to become homeless, right?

Song Nian looked at the desk and saw a photo frame on the table out of the corner of her eye. It was a photo of her camping with Song Jin and others last year.

Oh, right, the tent.

She hurried to the small warehouse and took out the tent she had only used once. At that time, she bought the largest size to accommodate the whole family. It could easily accommodate four or five adults.

"I have a convenient tent here. It opens automatically with one click. You just need to secure the four corners with the provided steel nails. It's late now, and we can't buy a new one. Let the elderly, the weak, women, children, or those who are seriously injured stay in it first."

Song Nian printed out the text and sent it to Qi Yu along with the tent.

Qi Yu, who was thinking about how to accommodate the fugitives, suddenly had a round object fall at his feet, followed by a piece of white paper.

"Is this the paper used in the world of gods?"

“This paper is so delicate.”

"If Father and the students of the world could use this kind of paper, wouldn't we no longer have to bother with bamboo sticks?"

Qi Yu was a little excited, but he also knew that now was not the time to study this. He opened the tent according to the god's instructions, and suddenly he was stunned.

So people’s houses can be built like this?

"Thank you, God. God has saved Yu once again."

Qi Yu excitedly called Zhao Li over. When everyone saw a thing with a pointed top and large surroundings, commonly known as a tent, they all widened their eyes in astonishment, and some even plucked up the courage to go up and wipe it.

"It's so soft, can it really protect us from wind and rain?" someone asked.

Zhao Li went in and lay down for a while.

There are soft cushions in the tent, which are much more comfortable than straw mats.

"This stuff is great!"

Zhao Li exclaimed and immediately asked the five injured people to lie down.

"Just listen to me. There's only one tent left, so we'll give it to the injured first."

Zhao Li was a rough man, and as an official he carried his own authority, so after he said this, even if someone wanted to refute him, they didn't dare to speak out loud.

Qi Yujian felt better when he saw that everyone’s sleeping problem had finally been solved.

"I'll contact the gods tomorrow and try to get some more tents. Thanks for the hard work today."

A tent that can accommodate five people can actually sleep about seven people if you squeeze in.

The thinner person sneaked in while Zhao Li was away.

Qi Yu asked Jiang Zhi to boil some hot water and distribute it to everyone.

Although there was no place to live, Qi Yu was able to get water and promised that there would be new tents tomorrow. Everyone stopped complaining and gradually looked at him with admiration.

"How's it going? Is the tent open? Might it be useful?"

The words of the gods came to his mind again. Qi Yu found a deserted place and raised his lips.