I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

Song Yan used the dung truck to get out of the palace after careful consideration. After all, the dung truck smells bad, and the imperial guards guarding the palace gate may not check it.

So Song Yan curled up in the barrel with peace of mind, but the smell was a bit unpleasant, and she almost passed out from the smoke.

Song Yan has been the emperor who died of anger, the emperor who died of joy, and the emperor who died of exhaustion. Only the emperor who was smothered to death by the smell of dung has never done it, and he doesn't want to do it. He just wants to escape from the palace. Be emperor again.

He listened carefully to the voices outside and the inquiries from the guards at the gate of the palace, and finally left the palace.

Finally, on the way, when the two young eunuchs stopped to rest, they suddenly lifted the lid of the dung bucket with a wooden stick and climbed out of the dung bucket.

The two little eunuchs thought it was haunted, so they cried and dropped the dung bucket and ran away, completely ignoring who the disheveled man was.

Of course, they were the eunuchs who sent the dung buckets out of the palace, the lowest kind of eunuchs in Ye Ting, and naturally they had no chance to meet the emperor, so it was useless for them to see.

But Song Yan was very fortunate that no one recognized him.

It's just that the smell on his body is too strong, it makes him want to vomit.

So Song Yan finally decided to find a place with water to wash it, otherwise he would not be used to the smell of the smell.

In the dark night, he was only accompanied by the bright moon in the sky and the chirping of birds and insects around him. The shadows of the trees in front of him were faint, and there was the sound of gurgling water. Song Yan also quickened his pace and went to the river. I took off my coat and washed it with water.

But because he hadn't washed his clothes, he missed one and the clothes ran away.

Song Yan stood on the river bank with his hips akimbo, watching the clothes floating farther and farther in the water, and finally lowered his head and sighed:

"Forget it, let it go with the throne."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud sneeze came out of his mouth, Song Yan rubbed his nose, at least his face was washed clean, and he didn't smell much anymore, so he found a ruined temple that could keep out the wind and rain, Cope with one night.

The next day, the morning light was slightly dew, and the morning breeze made Song Yan, who was sleeping in the ruined temple, shiver, and was finally woken up by someone.

Standing in front of him were four ragged beggars with dirty faces, holding dog-beating sticks in their hands, and holding broken bowls, condescendingly examining Song Yan.

"Who are you, do you know that this is our territory?"

"Look at your beauty, why are you so unruly?"

"Get up, who told you to stay here, get out."

The other one didn't speak, but just stared at him with a pair of beautiful bright eyes.

Each of them dealt with Song Yan with one sentence, and a word that he had heard in dramas popped up in Song Yan's heart, "a local snake."

The current situation seems to be sung in the opera: a strong dragon can't overwhelm a local snake.

Song Yan rubbed his eyes, stood up, and then the three beggars looked up at him, a full head above them.

The only little beggar who didn't speak against him, and even stared at him suddenly smiled: "Sister, you are so tall."

The other three beggars all cast surprised glances at him, and even Song Yan was slightly shocked: "Sister?The kid's eyesight is fine.

Big beggar: "You are blind."

The second beggar: "He is a man."

The three beggars: "Little brother, go to sleep, your eyesight is not good."

The little beggar stood in front of Song Yan solemnly, opened his arms to protect him behind him: "You are blind, she is a good-looking sister, I want to protect her, you can't bully her!"

It was the firm and heroic voice of a young man, Song Yan felt warm when he heard it, and couldn't help but pat the little beggar on the shoulder.

The little beggar immediately turned to look at him with a pure smile on his face: "Sister, don't worry, I won't let them bully you."

Song Yan bowed his head in silence for a moment, and finally said unbearably: "They are right, I am a man."

After Song Yan spoke, he seemed to hear something broken.

His clear and gentle male voice hit the little beggar's heart directly. The little beggar's eyes when he looked at Song Yan changed, his eyes were red, but his expression was still stubborn. He turned to look at the three beggars in front of him:

"Even if it's not my sister, you can't bully him, because... because my mother said when she was alive, you should be kind to others, and you can't bully them."

The righteous voice of the little beggar made Song Yan feel warm in his heart, and patted him on the shoulder again: "It's okay, I came to this ruined temple because I was homeless."

The big beggar: "Did you also escape from the famine in your hometown?"

The second beggar: "Someone must have coveted his beauty, so he escaped."

Three beggars: "No, you are all wrong, I think he may be... maybe..."

Several people looked at him, waiting for the second half of his sentence, but the three beggars stopped abruptly, and instead of talking, they just looked back at all of them calmly.

The little beggar turned around to look at Song Yan, and said seriously, "It's okay, I keep my word, even if you're not... beautiful sister, I will protect you, don't worry."

Song Yan looked at the children in front of him with the mentality of an octogenarian, and nodded in satisfaction. It is really rare to be so righteous at such a young age, and to keep his word, so he couldn't help asking: "How old are you all?"

The big beggar answered first: "I am 15 years old."

The second beggar: "I am 14 years old."

Three beggars: "I am also 14 years old."

The second beggar: "Half a year younger than me."

The three beggars were a little dissatisfied. Song Yan looked at the little beggar and asked with a smile, "What about you?"

The little beggar's cheeks were a little red, he lowered his head and replied, "I am 13 years old."

Song Yan nodded: "I eight...me."

He originally wanted to blurt out that he was 80 years old, but when he thought about his current appearance, he changed his words, otherwise, if he was 80 years old, these children would have to treat him as an immortal monster.

In this way, after exchanging ages, the four accepted Song Yan and accepted him...

beggar head.

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Song Yan: What is broken?

Little beggar: A young heart, broken.