I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

Song Yan didn't intend to hide the fact that Guo Sheng was in the capital, it would be best to let those cronies of King Gaochang know.

But seeing Guo Sheng so chic in the capital, Song Yan was extremely jealous.

Why can he be so chic, but he has to be a party all day long.

So Song Yan decided that during the period when King Gaochang was coming to the capital, he would go out of the palace in micro-clothes to play...

It is to go out of the palace in micro-services to observe the people's sentiments.

Song Yan, who made such a decision, also persuaded the Prime Minister and the others in the same way. Compared with the last time when he sneaked out of the palace and ended up in the beggar's den, the Prime Minister felt that it would be safer to find two people with better skills to stay by Song Yan's side.

There were two trays in front of Song Yan, one of which contained a set of black leather armor with narrow sleeves.

On the other tray was a special mask, which could cover half of the face and looked particularly bluffing.

Of course, this was all customized according to Song Yan's orders, because he wanted to take Ji Zhao out of the palace, and he was afraid that Guo Sheng would recognize Ji Zhao, so he came up with this idea.

In the Ganlu Hall, Song Yan was dressed in ivory-white round-neck clothes, and the ink-and-wash bamboo on the clothes was also extraordinarily suppressed, and the jade belt tied her hair, which set off the gentleness of the whole person.

He sat on the main seat, twisting the agate bracelet in his hand, looking expectantly at Ji Zhao who was changing clothes inside.

After the screen was moved away by the servant, Song Yan turned his gaze away and stared at the young man who had changed his clothes, with a slightly surprised look on his face.

Dressed in black, especially the gradually opened facial features, at this moment, one side of the face was covered, only the eyes were exposed, and Ji Zhao tried his best to control his emotions, so the Ji Zhao that Song Yan saw , just like when he was brought out of the prison, it is generally the same.

It was so cold and difficult to get close to, and the emotion contained in those eyes was like glaciers. He stood with his eyes closed, just breathing, which made Song Yan very amazed.

Such a person is really not to be played with, men and women can't be associated with him, only power can be hooked with him, the so-called love comes from the heart, that's how it is.

"Idiosyncratic..."

"Don't speak."

As soon as Ji Zhao opened his mouth, Song Yan interrupted him. He should not speak in such a shape, as speaking would destroy the atmosphere.

Ji Zhao could only stand upright, raised his eyes and secretly looked at Song Yan, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Song Yan saw that his eyes were softer now, and couldn't help laughing: "This look is not bad, remember, leave that scary look to others, treat me, be gentle."

Hearing Song Yanyan's gentle voice, Ji Zhao's heart beat violently, and he nodded vigorously, but his eyes became hotter and hotter.

Song Yan was very satisfied, thinking that it was getting late, so he asked Chang Lu to change into ordinary clothes, and the three of them left the palace.

With the experience of the emperor secretly leaving the palace, this time, although the emperor left the palace in an upright manner, the prime minister and the others were still worried, and they still asked the troops in the patrol battalion to step up their vigilance to ensure the safety of the emperor.

After leaving the palace, Song Yan didn't go anywhere, so he found a tea stall on the street and sat down, looking at the people in the city who were busy with their lives with a smile, full of envy.

It's just that he sat there all morning, but he didn't order a bowl of tea. The owner of the tea stall was not happy, coughed lightly, and came to him with a handkerchief, and wiped the table while coughing.

Chang Lu moved forward worriedly, trying to protect Song Yan.

But the owner of the tea stall didn't care, he coughed and wiped the table until Chang Lu couldn't take it anymore, and hurriedly said: "What's the matter with you, don't you see people sitting here, what kind of table are you cleaning?"

The owner of the tea stall put the handkerchief on his shoulders, put his hands on his hips and said: "Look, you should be the sons of a rich family, why don't you go to the teahouse, you want to come to my roadside stall instead, you go here to scare me I have other guests."

Song Yan heard the meaning of his words, and hurriedly said to Chang Lu: "I think it's delaying the boss's business. I'll take care of the tea stall today, and Chang Lu will pay for it."

Chang Lu looked a little puzzled, and touched his waist: "This... didn't say that I would bring money out."

Song Yan pursed her lips and stared straight at Chang Lu, so frightened that Chang Lu almost knelt on the ground.

It was Ji Zhao behind him who said, "I have some money here, boss, you take it."

While talking, Ji Zhao took out an ingot of broken silver from his waist, and handed it to the owner of the tea stall.

With the money, the owner of the tea stall hummed a song and returned to sit behind the stove, knowing that they would not drink the big bowl of tea on the side of the road, so he didn't plan to give them a drink.

After a while, Song Yan looked at the owner of the tea stand and asked, "Boss, do you know where this Goulan house is?"

The owner of the tea stall stared straight at Song Yan for a long while, then showed an expression that was true, and said with a smile: "This young master is asking the right person. This Wuyi Lane in the west of the city is the famous Goulan. People like you My son, I like going to those places the most."

Chang Lu stood on the sidelines in fear, his legs were trembling. He asked people to go to Goulan Washe to stare at Guo Sheng before, but now he asked about the location of Goulan Washe. Will he go to that kind of place next? Well, the answer is yes.

So Chang Lu was very scared. If the prime minister knew about it, his life would be confessed.

But Ji Zhao's face was a little gloomy. How could such a good-looking and gentle person like Song Yan want to go to Goulan Washe?

Ji Zhao's heart was not greedy for comfort, and he was really unhappy.

But before the two of them stopped Song Yan's absurd behavior, the tea stall owner made up for it:

"But speaking of it, this Goulan Vasheli spends a lot of money. If you go out without money like you, Mr. Xiang, I don't think you can even enter the gate. After all, the people there are powerful. They are not as talkative as us. You say We believe it when we go out without money, but they, they don’t believe it.”

Song Yan pursed her lips and thought about what the tea stall owner said. He was so rich that he was despised because he went out without money.

It's really sad.