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

Song Nian was busy until about three or four in the morning, when she was woken up by a call from the admissions offices of Peking University and Tsinghua University.

She was admitted.

The admissions office came early to snatch someone up and wanted to be a guest at home, so she had to clean up the Song family.

She didn't get enough sleep, and her whole body was groggy and her mind was in a mess. But when she walked into the study and saw two large pancakes bigger than her face on the desk, she instantly became alert.

"Good morning, God."

The printed paper was stained with oil from the pancake, but the words were clear.

The scallion pancake was hot and fragrant with scallions. Song Nian took a bite and found it soft and sticky. "What a great craftsmanship!"

"God likes to eat noodles?"

She also praised the buns I made yesterday.

"Ah."

Song Nian's mother is from the north and prefers pasta. She has been living with her mother since she was a child and is accustomed to the northern diet.

Qi Yu didn't answer, but secretly took note of it in his mind. The next moment, radishes, eggs, beans, garlic sprouts and other vegetables suddenly appeared at his feet.

"This is the first batch I ordered. I'll send it to you first. There will be a second batch in the evening. I'll send it to you when I get back from my stepmother."

Qi Yu didn't care how many batches of vegetables there were or how many there were. All he saw was the word "stepmother". His mind instantly thought of the imperial concubine who treated him like her own mother and then used her own child to frame him.

"Is this journey safe, God? If it is, it is likely to be dangerous. You must be extremely cautious and not be careless. Test all food for poison before consuming it. Be wary of others plotting against you. Remember to choose the most clever servants to accompany you."

Just as Song Nian had packed up and was about to go downstairs, she noticed that the vegetable farmer had sent her a message early in the morning saying that the vegetables had been delivered to the warehouse.

The last time the vegetable farmer delivered vegetables, seeing that she was a young girl and was donating the vegetables to the disaster area, he asked her for the spare key to the warehouse. He said that next time he would deliver vegetables early in the morning, he would not bother her to go downstairs and he would let the workers deliver them directly.

Song Nian went to the warehouse and delivered it directly, then used his mobile phone to remotely control the computer and typed it to Qi Yu.

But this time, she discovered a strange phenomenon. She did not need to send the dishes to the ancient ring one by one, but could send items in large quantities with her thoughts.

This is so convenient.

"Don't worry, my Crown Prince. This world is different from yours. There aren't so many sinister tricks here." As for the servants, Song Nian was amused. "Everyone is equal here. There are no slaves or minions. Those with better financial conditions will have nannies, but they only take care of your daily life, such as cooking and cleaning the house. They won't accompany you. Of course, I will always pay attention."

"A world where all beings are equal? ​​What kind of world is that? How can it be achieved? I long for it."

Even though he was the crown prince, even though he was used to intrigues and fights, he did not dare to say that all beings were equal and that everyone was equal.

But it is possible in the world of gods, so she can be worshipped as a god, right?

Qi Yu felt that perhaps he could have one more wish, to do his best to achieve unity and equality.

"This is a world with advanced technology, convenient transportation, monogamy, and peace and security."

Song Nian took out a few landscape photos she had taken in the past from the album and sent them to Qi Yu.

Among the pile of dishes, there were suddenly a few small square cards, and Qi Yu looked at them carefully with curiosity.

Beneath rows of sycamore trees, pedestrians, oddly dressed, were frozen in a corner. Among them was a couple: the woman smiled upwards, the man holding something toward her, his smile doting.

In another photo, under the tall and huge unidentified object that looked like a stack of grids and had more than thirty layers, people were sitting in groups of three or four under a giant umbrella, drinking tea in their hands?

On the right side of the photo is a road. It turns out that the roads in the world of gods are so clean and free of mud and sand. But that long thing with wheels underneath that is higher in the middle and shorter on both sides, could it be a carriage from the world of gods?

Qi Yu was extremely surprised. He had never seen such a rare thing, nor had he seen it in a storybook or heard of it from a storyteller.

Just when he was completely immersed in it, the third photo made him breathless and he was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

She was a young girl who had just turned 15. She had long black hair draped over her shoulders without being tied up. She was riding on a horse, and her riding clothes were also very strange and unique. She held the reins with both hands, tilted her head and smiled sweetly. Behind her was the vast grassland, and her back was the blue sky and white clouds.

The scenery is not as good as the Imperial Capital Racecourse, but the girl is dressed in red, riding a horse, her long black hair fluttering in the wind, looking free and unrestrained, and extremely beautiful.

Could this be God?

Song Nian didn't realize that he accidentally touched his own photo when choosing a landscape photo.

"The rice and noodles have arrived, I'll send them to you now."

"God, it's beautiful."

Qi Yu stared at the photo, unable to take his eyes off it for a long time.

When Zhao Li and Jiang Zhi came out of the tent, they saw Qi Yu standing in an open space not far away, staring at a certain place with a silly smile. Bags of grain, oil, rice and flour fell down around him like equipment.

A bag of rice fell on his feet, but he didn't dodge.

"Hiss, it hurts just looking at me." Zhao Li gasped and stopped Jiang Zhi who was about to go over to protect him. "Hey, look at him smiling so frivolously, don't go over and disturb him."

"What good news? His Highness is about to be injured."

Zhao Li rolled his eyes at him and said, "You're so young, but you have to be so tall." He was already big enough, and this little Jiang Zhi was a whole head taller than him, so he had to look up at him every time he talked to him.

"Didn't you notice that your Highness is having sexual thoughts? If you want to disturb someone's sweet dreams, then go by yourself. Don't blame me for not warning you, or you'll get a beating."

Zhao Li finished speaking and walked away waving his whip.

Today, our goal is to plow the land and build greenhouses.

Yesterday, Qi Yu improvised a modified plowing tool. It was faster than before, but there was only one, and the uneven distribution of tools meant he couldn't keep up. He had no choice but to rotate the work, each person taking half an hour at a time.

The convicts had been eating too much and living too warmly these days, and they were a little dizzy, so he had to keep an eye on them with his whip.

"Your Highness?"

Jiang Zhi didn't listen to Zhao Li. He flew over and kicked away the fifty kilograms of millet that was about to fall on Qi Yu's face. But before he could ask, he saw His Highness hiding the thing in his hand in his chest as if he was hiding a treasure.

"What is your Highness hiding?"

Qi Yu coughed dryly and then came to his senses, realizing that he was surrounded by food.

He rolled his eyes at Jiang Zhi and said, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you count the amount? The old rule is to split it 30% and 70% respectively. Except for what is used in the exile area, the rest will be sent to the county government office."

Seeing that Jiang Zhi didn't move for a long time, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of the bright girl's face, Qi Yu felt dry mouth and tongue, and had endless energy in his body with nowhere to vent.

"You don't need to come back today. Just keep an eye on Sun Xian and distribute the food!"

Jiang Zhi was confused: Your Highness hasn’t been this angry for a long time.

"What's wrong with His Highness? I don't know who has offended His Highness. Jiang Zhi, go and kill him."

Qi Yu's face was full of seriousness: "You want to kill my god?"

Jiang Zhi was stunned. How could this be related to the gods? Besides, he didn't have that ability.

No, why is His Highness's face getting darker and darker? Doesn't that knife-man look as if he wants to beat him up?

Having a bad feeling, Jiang Zhi immediately changed the subject and took out a small bamboo tube from his arms.

"Your Highness misheard. I meant to say that the person in the capital has delivered the message."