I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

In the Daming Palace in late autumn, the scenery is not as good as in early spring and midsummer, but the desolate scenery does have a different taste.

Since being taught a lesson by the prime minister, Song Yan has indeed restrained himself a bit, and he has not done any more absurd and outrageous things, but every time he finishes handling government affairs in Wende Hall, he has to sit there and sigh for a long time.

Chang Lu changed Song Yan to a cup of hot tea, and said softly, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, why don't you go back and rest."

Song Yan sighed, ignored him, and just murmured: "What did I do wrong? Why did God punish me like this, let me die? It's not possible, let me abdicate, I'm so tired , I worked so hard."

Hearing Song Yan's sigh, Chang Lu didn't dare to speak again, but silently stepped back a few steps and stood still.

After the murmur was over, Song Yan returned to normal, got up and tidied his clothes, then left Wende Hall with his accompanying servants as if nothing had happened.

All of this was seen by Chang Lu, and his heart was immediately covered with gloom and worry——

Is Your Majesty out of character? Why are you muttering to yourself? Why did you mention death? Should you invite the imperial physician...

Chang Lu was a little flustered now, afraid that Song Yan would do something stupid to seek short-term or something, so he quickly called a few servants and hurriedly followed Song Yan to prevent accidents.

The wind in late autumn brings a little coolness.

Song Yan's expression was also somewhat solemn, and he walked towards the tower in front of the Daming Palace with a heavy heart.

Standing on the high tower, you can see the entire Jinling City, the misty Yuhe River, the streets extending in all directions, and the faint sound of the market.

It has been more than 60 years, and he has been resurrected three times, but he has never been out of the palace once.

Thinking about it, Song Yan suddenly felt sad, especially sad. This is his country, and he didn't even have a chance to get close.

Thinking in his heart, Song Yan unconsciously took a step forward and stroked the railing. This support is not important. The startled Chang Lu thought that Song Yan was about to climb over the tower, and quickly exclaimed:

"Your Majesty, don't—"

Chang Lu exclaimed and wanted to pull Song Yan back. Unexpectedly, Song Yan heard his yell, thought something had happened, turned sideways and looked back, and saw Chang Lu rushing towards the railing.

And because of too much inertia, it flipped out...

It was too late to say it, but Song Yan quickly grabbed Chang Lu's hand and dragged him out so that he wouldn't fall.

With the help of other servants, and Song Yan kept dragging him, Chang Lu was brought up, but Song Yan's arm was dislocated, and Chang Lu and all the servants were so frightened that they knelt down on the ground and called out to the servants. Damn.

Although the dislocation of the arm was extremely painful, but Song Yan thought about it, the dislocation of the arm would save him the need to review the memorial, and his mood immediately improved, and the smile on his face was particularly fascinated.

Chang Lu still peeked at Song Yan worriedly, and finally, he still felt that Song Yan should see the imperial physician.

In the Palace of Ganlu, the imperial physician was connecting Song Yan's arm. Chang Lu blamed himself for his negligence, which caused His Majesty to be injured. Although His Majesty did not blame him, he still received fifty sticks, which was regarded as a minor punishment and a major commandment.

After receiving the arm, Song Yan still had sores on his face. He looked at the imperial physician pitifully and said, "Emperor physician, my arm is going to get better. Am I going to be crippled?"

When the imperial doctor heard this, he knelt down in fright: "Your Majesty, I will do everything possible to heal your majesty. Besides, your majesty is only dislocated. It will be fine after a period of recuperation. You will not be disabled. Don't worry, your majesty."

Song Yan was a little frustrated, and shook the newly connected arm by himself, so frightened that the imperial doctor didn't even dare to breathe out: "That's all right, you go down to see Chang Lu, and prescribe some medicine for him by the way."

The imperial physician carefully stroked the cold sweat on his forehead, and after saluting, he withdrew from the Ganlu Hall. After leaving the Ganlu Hall, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards Chang Lu's recuperating penthouse.

Song Yan sat alone in the hall, looking at the right arm hanging around his neck, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful: "If this is disabled, I won't have to be the emperor anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the news from the servants outside the hall, saying that the prime minister and doctor Yu Shi heard about the afternoon and came to visit the sick at this moment.

When Song Yan heard this, he quickly got under the quilt, showing a frightened look, waiting for the prime minister and the others to enter the palace.

Looking at Song Yan's appearance, the prime minister couldn't help feeling distressed: "Your Majesty's injury is better? Does it hurt?"

Song Yan secretly pinched his thigh, forcing his eyes to turn red, feeling extremely wronged:

"I was terrified... I thought I could do it, no, I thought I would fall, Prime Minister, I'm so scared, my heart hasn't settled down yet."

Hearing Song Yan's aggrieved voice, the prime minister glanced at Doctor Yu Shi, and said, "Chang Lu is too careless, he is a slave, and His Majesty is a man of gold, so he should cut that slave into pieces." !"

Song Yan hurriedly stopped him: "Prime Minister, I don't want it. This Chang Lu is also afraid that I will fall. He didn't mean it. It's just...it's just that I hurt my right arm this time. I'm afraid I won't be able to review the memorials for a while."

Doctor Yushi said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, isn't the left arm still in good condition?"

Song Yan stared at Doctor Yu Shi with a fixed expression, which made Doctor Yu Shi immediately avoid his sight and lowered his eyes to look at the floor.

The prime minister said: "Your Majesty, it's okay. During the period of your majesty's recuperation, the memorials of this period will be moved to the Ganlu Hall. Your Majesty will give you a reply after reading it. The ministers will follow your majesty's will. Do it, your majesty." Don't worry."

Song Yan tried his best to draw a smile, but his heart was full of pain, and he said weakly:

"It's still the prime minister who is thoughtful, okay... okay."

——I don’t want to be lazy, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to abdicate, come, someone, who will save me, I’m in so much pain.