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

"I also succeeded."

Song Nian turned the makeup mirror toward the window and used the angle to see passers-by passing by the villa picking up bamboo strips.

The distance was too far, but it looked like a phone call.

Song Nian couldn't help but tell Qi Yu the good news, "Maybe I'll be able to get out soon. When I get out, I'll send you the second batch of supplies."

"It was Yu who implicated the gods."

Qi Yu blamed himself deeply. Even though he knew that the gods now had a chance to escape, he still felt defeated. "I can't rescue the gods myself. I am incompetent."

"How is it your fault? You've already helped me a lot."

Otherwise she would really threaten to commit suicide with the dagger.

But she thought that Song Jin and Li Lin were so eager for her death, and she was afraid that if she threatened them with death, they would not even have time to be happy.

"Don't be afraid of the gods, they are here."

For some reason, when hearing the gentle voice coming from his mind, Song Nian felt an inexplicable warmth flowing through his body, and his originally uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

"After much thought, I still think that I should give the dagger to the gods for self-defense."

Qi Yu passed the dagger over again.

Song Nian didn't refuse again. It was more or less the other person's intention. Besides, now in the Song family, those people were the ones who wanted her life in her previous life. Who knows if they will suddenly go crazy and do something irreversible? It would be helpful to have a dagger.

"What about you? What will you do if you encounter danger?"

"The gods don't have to worry about Yu's skills."

Qi Yu smiled confidently and saw Jiang Zhi holding firewood in the distance, intending to light a fire to keep warm. He took one of the firewood and carved it with a knife.

"Indeed, I heard that you are both civil and military, and are proficient in all kinds of martial arts. You must be a powerful person."

Song Nian complained in his heart: I have never seen the real kung fu of the ancients, and I don’t know if I will have the chance to see it in the future.

"Why did the gods end Yu like this?"

Qi Yu carved the wood in his hand bit by bit according to the shape in his mind, and soon a prototype was formed.

"Because I am God. Did you forget?"

Song Nian snorted.

That arrogant look, as if it was a very big deal.

"It was Yu who was disrespectful. Please don't blame me, God. I was just curious. Since God knows me so well, do you know anything else about me?"

Does it count that you will die soon?

Song Nian thought about it and decided not to scare him.

After all, she is protecting him now.

She had gone through so much trouble and spent so much money to support the fugitive, and her rescue was to change his fate, so she would not allow him to die halfway.

"You wrote an autobiography, didn't you? I only know the contents of the autobiography."

autobiography?

Qi Yu's hand holding the carving knife paused slightly. Could it be that it was spread among the people, or was it compiled by the teacher?

"It turns out that even gods believe in picture books. Gods should not believe all the storytellers' words. Yu is not as good as they say."

"How could that be? Although I haven't met you, based on the contact I've had these days, I know you're a very good person. Qi Yu, promise me that after you change Huai Village, you'll find a way to return to the Imperial Capital and take back everything that belongs to you. You shouldn't be exiled. You deserve to be in a better position."

A better seat?

A hundred years later, will my father sit on that throne that everyone fights for and look down on the world?

In fact, he was not interested in the throne. What he once longed for was to travel the world with a sword and gallop on the battlefield. But since the gods wanted to see a different scenery, why didn't he give it a try?

"Okay, when I return to the Imperial Capital, I will redress the injustice and then report the good news to the gods."

Qi Yu slowly carved the doll in his hand. Although there was no portrait in front of him and he had only seen it once, the pretty face was lingering in his mind.

Outside the tent, Jiang Zhi called him to eat roasted lamb, but he was not in the mood and just wanted to accompany the gods.

Song Nian couldn't sleep either. This was a suffocating place for her, and she had to be on guard at all times. She didn't dare to sleep, so she just chatted with Qi Yu in a random manner.

"Then what exactly happened back then? Why did you kill the concubine's son?"

"Also, you didn't flirt with the concubine, why don't you explain yourself?"

After sending the carved doll to the gods, Qi Yu recalled the absurd past. It was only a month since the incident, but it felt like a year had passed.

He shook his head, his voice inexplicably hoarse, "This is a gift for the gods. I wonder if they like it?"

When Song Nian looked at the wooden doll that suddenly appeared on the floor, she almost dropped her jaw in shock.

Although it is a simplified version, it is very similar to her.

"Is the person you are talking about me at this moment?"

"looks like?"

"How do you know what I look like?"

Qi Yu took out the photo under the pillow. The girl was galloping freely on the horse, smiling so brightly.

Although he knew that it was disrespectful to blaspheme God, he couldn't help but want to look through it.

Apparently, the gods had sent him the photo without him noticing.

It seems that this photo is of God.

"As long as the gods like it."

Song Nian not only likes it, she simply can't let it go.

This method of "talking" through thoughts was already very unique, and sending gifts through the air made her feel even more extraordinary.

This feeling is just amazing

I wouldn't even dare to dream of such a plot.

Qi Yu's carving skills are indeed amazing. This little doll is exactly the same line version as hers, carved out of the same mold.

"Tell me, what exactly happened then?"

Qi Yu carefully put the photo away, his eyes became distant and long, and the memories of the past attacked him like sharp swords.

"That day, the Imperial Concubine tricked me into going to the palace. Chen'er has always been close to me. During those days, he had a high fever and I often visited him, so I was not on guard."

"When I was knocked unconscious and woke up, I saw the imperial concubine, her clothes disheveled, leaning on my father's arms and crying bitterly, and I..."

Qi Yu's voice was trembling and restrained, as if he really didn't want to mention it, but had to face it.

"I held a bloody dagger in my hand, and beside me lay the dead Chen'er."

It seemed as if he had used up all his strength to say these words.

Song Nian, holding the puppet, carefully distinguished his voice.

So helpless.

"But since you fainted at the time, you were framed. Why didn't you refute it?"

"No, it's not."

Qi Yu suddenly became excited.

He clenched his fists and veins bulged on his forehead. If he hadn't tried so hard to suppress it, even the small tent would not have been able to contain him.

"I fainted, but I have that memory in my mind. It was me who went crazy in the concubine's bedroom."

"It was me. I saw little Chen'er running towards me and tearing me apart."

"It was me who stabbed Chen'er in the chest with a dagger..."

"No, it's definitely not you!"

Song Nian didn't know why she was even more excited than him, but hearing his increasingly weak voice, she wished she could teleport herself over to comfort him immediately.

"It's an illusion. You must have been poisoned and hallucinated. Qi Yu, calm down. Think carefully about it. Is that memory real? If you really saw Qi Chen, would you really kill him? Under what circumstances would you kill him?"

"You just said that he had a high fever for many days. Could it be that he was about to die, and the imperial concubine abandoned her child in order to frame you?"

"impossible!"