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

In the tent, Qi Yu watched the dagger disappear. After half an incense stick... an incense stick, he still did not receive a reply from the god.

Could it be that the god was really killed?

Normally, after receiving a gift, the god will send a message to him. If he does not receive it, the transmission will fail immediately.

He sat on the soft cushion, his whole body shivering with cold air.

No need to sleep on straw mats anymore, no need to endure the cold, and the aroma of mutton gradually wafts from outside the tent. All these good days are given by the gods. How can he save the gods?

"Nian'er?"

Touching the jade token, Qi Yu sighed.

"Who's calling me?"

Song Nian, holding the dagger, was stunned. The anxious and warm voice in his mind was Qi Yu?

Now his voice no longer needs to be transmitted by printer?

"I'm here."

Song Nian tentatively grabbed the ancient ring and replied.

Qi Yu, who was originally still worried, suddenly burst into tears, "You are okay? That's great!"

"I developed electricity, so plows no longer have to rely on the clumsy hands to plow."

"Are you okay? Are you in danger? How can I help you?"

Hearing Qi Yu's concern, Song Nian's eyes felt sore and tears were about to burst out.

At the most dangerous moment, the person who cared about him was a stranger he had never met before.

So he sent the dagger because he was unable to contact her when he told her the good news and was worried that she would be harmed by her stepmother?

"I'm not good. I'm under house arrest by my stepmother."

Song Nian wanted to say that he still had his father, but he was afraid that Qi Yu would lose hope of returning to Beijing.

"What did the god do wrong? Why is he under house arrest? Then I give you a dagger, maybe it can help you?"

Qi Yu was extremely anxious when he learned that the god was under house arrest. He had also been imprisoned by his father, but that was when he was a child, and he knelt in the royal ancestral hall to reflect on his mistakes.

"My stepmother treats me so harshly, I might as well use this dagger if necessary."

Song Nian smiled. "In our world, not only are all beings equal, but the laws are also strict. Private punishment is forbidden. Although killing someone means paying with one's life, we cannot enforce it. We have laws, and a judge is needed to sentence them. Therefore, this dagger is of no use to me. I'll give it back to you."

Seeing the dagger returned by the god, Qi Yu became even more annoyed.

He couldn't even do the slightest favor that a god could do.

"Where were you imprisoned? Could you have contacted anyone? Could you have written a letter?" Qi Yu recalled being imprisoned in the ancestral hall. It wasn't his fault, but his father, to appease the imperial concubine, ordered her to reflect on her mistakes. Nearly five years old and extremely hungry at the time, he devised a way to write a piece of paper and throw it out to beg for help. A passing eunuch found his letter and arranged for someone to bring him food.

"In my room as a child, unfortunately, there was nothing in the room."

It was only then that Song Nian realized that Song Jin and Li Lin had been planning to harm her so early.

Her room didn't even have the most basic pen and paper.

Now that the door is locked, she is afraid that the person who brought the food is a stranger and she cannot contact the outside world.

"Yu has a way."

Qi Yu has never been so excited in all these years.

He found Zhao Li and whispered something. Not long after, Zhao Li quietly threw a black bundle to him.

Back in the tent, Qi Yu opened the bundle, confirmed that everything was correct, and then he sent it to the gods.

"This is a hidden arrow. Wear it on your wrist and press the trigger to release the arrow."

Even though there was nothing on his wrist, Qi Yu still raised his wrist to demonstrate, "The arrow is small but extremely powerful, capable of shooting through a hundred miles. The gods can tell me the content of my request for help, and I will write a letter, which will then be passed to the gods. The gods will then use their sleeve arrows to throw it, and perhaps there will be a glimmer of hope."

Looking at the small object sent over and hearing Qi Yu's words in his mind, Song Nian's eyes lit up.

"This is a good idea."

She quickly raised the ancient ring to her lips and whispered, "It doesn't have to be long. Just write: Save me, Song family. That's all."

Finally, she thought about whose contact information to keep. She had always been immersed in the care of Li Lin and Song Jin. She had no friends, and even if she did, her friendships were not close enough that she could not remember their phone numbers.

She couldn't remember Uncle Ge even more.

Do you remember that the last person you contacted was Zhou Hui?

Song Nian tried to recall Zhou Hui's phone number. It wasn't that she intended to remember it, but the phone number of that all-powerful man was a leopard number.

It seems that except for the first three digits, there is a series of identical numbers behind.

Ten minutes later, Qi Yu sent over a bamboo stick with four big, powerful characters and a string of small numbers written on it.

Oops, I forgot this talented prince doesn’t know Arabic numerals.

But it doesn't matter, at least I can recognize the general meaning of these words.

Song Nian tried to put on the hidden arrow, then opened the window a crack. With a "whoosh" sound, a tiny sound came from his ear, and the exquisite arrow disappeared into the night.

This is indeed powerful.

And the servants guarding below didn't notice.

Song Nian knew that if he just passed the bamboo slips around, no one would pick them up if they fell to the ground, but it would be different if he put money on them.

She found her childhood piggy bank, took out a red note, and tied a bamboo stick to it. From a distance, she saw several people approaching the villa, so she put on her hidden arrow and fired.

This is her only option. Now it depends on whether she can escape.

Zhou family.

In the study, deafening roars came one after another. The leader in a suit sitting at the desk wanted to scold the man in front of him, but seeing that he still had a cynical and disrespectful look, the leader was so angry that he threw the teacup to the ground.

"You, you traitor!"

Zhou Hui scratched his ears and shrugged nonchalantly. "You gave birth to that child, too."

"you!"

Father Zhou was furious, pointing to the headline of the latest daily newspaper. "You're uneducated, or you're a slut all day long, but look at what people have photographed you for? You've completely disgraced me. Do you even know who I am..."

"You can't be implicated in the slightest." Zhou Hui interrupted Zhou's father before he could finish his words.

Look, he can answer the questions quickly.

Seeing his son so disappointed, Zhou's father no longer felt angry. He sat down at his desk, drumming his hands on the surface. "Okay, then tell me, whose daughter is this? What are you thinking this time?"

"I am serious."

Seeing that his father stopped scolding him, Zhou Hui moved a bench and sat over.

That’s right, the latest headline was the photo of him holding Song Nian horizontally last night.

At that time, only Song Nian's pair of white feet were exposed, and his body was covered by his loose coat.

To be honest, if the man in the photo wasn't him, he wouldn't be able to tell it was Song Nian's just by looking at the feet, but those feet were really beautiful, about a size 36?

"Dad, do you support me?"

"I support you bringing back a questionable woman from the nightclub? Any girl from a good family wouldn't go to a place like that. I don't support you at all! I..."

"Shh, I'm calling!"

Zhou Hui placed his index finger on the center of his lips. Seeing that the caller ID showed an unfamiliar number, he didn't want to answer it and accidentally clicked the wrong number.

"What did you say?"

Before he could feed her impatiently, Zhou Hui's expression suddenly changed.

"It's okay, Dad. If you don't agree today, we can talk about it tomorrow. I have something urgent to do."

Without waiting for Zhou's father to react, Zhou Hui almost ran, went straight downstairs, started the engine and drove away.

In the car, Zhou Hui drove towards the Song family while dialing Song Nian's number.

The stranger on the phone just now said that he found a hundred yuan note with a bamboo stick for help inside, and asked him to go to the Song family to save someone.

The Song family, doesn’t that mean Song Nian?

But Song Nian usually kept her distance from him, as if she wanted to tell the whole world that she was not familiar with him. How could she think of him first when she encountered danger?

Although he felt it was impossible, he would not miss any news about Song Nian.

The phone on the passenger seat was automatically hung up but no one answered it.

"Cou, you dare to kidnap the person that I, Master Zhou, have in mind!"