I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

In front of Chongyang Gate under the night, Song Yan wrapped in a cloak stood opposite Ji Zhao.

Ji Zhao raised his head and met Song Yan's gentle eyes, his chest was beating a little fast. After trying to calm down for a long time, he bowed seriously to Song Yan and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for being able to avenge your humble position. Bloody vengeance can be avenged. Thank you, Your Majesty."

Song Yan looked directly at the young man in front of him, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "You don't need to thank me, this matter is also my negligence, Mingyue, now that your revenge has been avenged, what are your future plans? Go back to your hometown? Stay in the Forbidden Army?"

Ji Zhao stood upright, looked at Song Yan sincerely and said: "After waiting for his execution, I want to take leave and go back to Qingzhou to worship my parents and grandfather. After that, I will join the Imperial Army again, learn the art of war diligently, practice kung fu diligently, and guard for your majesty." territory."

Song Yanyang smiled, watching Ji Zhao's heart suffocate, he always felt that his heart was beating a little fast.

Song Yan's gentle gestures, every look and movement can make Ji Zhao feel a little throbbing, especially listening to his voice, Ji Zhao is extraordinarily at ease.

The weather in the depths of winter was extremely cold, and the sky was full of snow. Song Yan looked up at the dots of white light under the vast sky, and stretched out his hand from the cloak to catch one or two pieces. After feeling the slight cold, he went Just feel a little wet.

Ji Zhao also looked up quickly: "It's snowing."

Song Yan responded, then looked at Ji Zhao and said, "Your request for leave, I will approve it, and tomorrow I will pass down an oral order to the commander of the imperial army. You are still young, and you have a long way to go in the future. In the future, you must practice hard and be proficient Studying the Art of War, this is what you promised me, don’t break your promise, the position of my great general will always be reserved for you.”

Ji Zhao bowed respectfully to Song Yan again.

Song Yan said, "Go back, it's getting late."

Ji Zhao responded, then turned and left Chongyang Gate, and went back to the Forbidden Army Camp.

Song Yan looked at Ji Zhao's slightly thin and thin figure, nodded and smiled, and his heart was full of satisfaction. He could be regarded as pulling the lost boy back to the journey. From now on, there will be no more treacherous minister Ji Zhao, and I am afraid that there will only be loyal ones. The little general.

The crime committed by Zhizhou of Qingzhou was too serious, so he was finally sentenced to Lingchi, and his master was also sentenced to being broken by a car because he was a bad village.

In addition, Song Yan also informed the prefectures and states of the crimes of the two men and the final execution results, so as to warn the local officials that Hugh was doing evil. Kill it soon.

At the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year's gifts that the princes and lords of the various fiefdoms wanted to send were delivered to the capital one after another, but the gifts from the Gaochang Prince's Mansion were delayed.

The Minister of Rites reported this year's gift list to Song Yan in Wende Hall, and finally presented it to Song Yan.

The Minister of Rites said: "Your Majesty, the New Year's gift from the Gaochang Prince's Mansion has not been delivered yet, but the son of the Gaochang Prince has repaired a letter."

While talking, the Minister of Rites sent another letter to Song Yan again.

Song Yan took the letter sent by Chang Lu with some doubts and opened it. The son of Gaochang Prince made an apology to Song Yan. The king is seriously ill, and the hearts of the Gaochang palace are fluctuating, hoping that Song Yan can forgive the crime.

Song Yan was a little puzzled. King Gaochang was seriously ill. In Song Yan's impression, this King Gaochang was strong and strong, and he didn't seem like a person who would get sick.

Song Yan hurriedly said, "Ministry of Rites, is King Gaochang sick? When did he get sick?"

The Minister of the Ministry of Rites was stunned: "The servants of the Gaochang Palace are not very clear, but it seems that the Gaochang King fell ill at the beginning of winter, but I don't know why."

Song Yan was stunned. He was sick at the beginning of winter. Wasn't that not long after he returned from the capital? Could it be that the root cause of the disease had fallen in the capital before, and he had an attack when he returned?

Thinking of this, Song Yan frowned more and more.

This……

What's the matter? Nothing happened to King Gaochang in the capital. In the end, he left the book and sneaked out of the capital. He didn't blame him, and he didn't send anyone to Gaochang to ask why he left the capital and how to get back. Is Gao Chang sick?

Song Yan rubbed his forehead, he really couldn't figure out what happened.

But if you don’t know, let’s just say hello, and he said: “Ministry of Rites, this King Gaochang’s health has always been very good, this time he is seriously ill, I’m afraid the son of King Gaochang will be particularly worried, you go and let him Some people prepare some medicinal materials, and then select two imperial physicians with good medical skills from the imperial hospital to send to the Gaochang Palace, and ask them to heal Gaochang King."

The Minister of Rites hurriedly bowed in response.

Song Yan sighed. King Gaochang thought about letting his great-grandson come to the capital at the beginning, but in the end he sneaked out of the palace.

King Gaochang hasn't given an official reply yet, so Song Yan won't let him refuse to give an answer just because he's seriously ill.

The imperial envoy sent by the Minister of Rites left the capital with the imperial physician and medicinal materials on the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month. Song Yan stood on the tower and watched the imperial envoy's traveling team, full of anticipation in his heart, hoping that King Gaochang's body would recover as before.

However, just after the 23rd year of the twelfth lunar month, bad news came from the Gaochang Palace.

After meeting the envoys sent by the capital, King Gaochang became more and more ill. However, within two days, King Gaochang passed away and drove west.

Song Yan sat in front of the desk in Wende Hall, watched the memorial sent back by the imperial envoy, finally couldn't help it, bit his finger, buried his head on the desk, and shed tears silently.

——Uncle, I really care about your body and want to restore your health. Why can’t you think about it and make your illness worse and pass away forever?

Song Yan cried, and cried sincerely, not for King Gaochang, but for himself who was suffering.

He just wanted to step back and find a better successor. Why is it so difficult?

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Song Yan: Why no one understands me, it’s so hard for me TAT