I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

The sudden death of King Gaochang was a big blow to Song Yan.

At this juncture, he was really embarrassed to take the great-grandson of King Gaochang to be raised in the capital, so Song Yan temporarily shelved the idea of ​​raising the heirs of the clan.

For Song Yan, there is not much excitement about the New Year. After all, he has passed more than 80 New Years, and he is still in the same place. There is nothing new.

Therefore, Song Yan hopes that he can spend the new year in a different place in the future, let go of his status as the Ninth Five-Year Lord, and the cumbersome state affairs, and truly have a new year of his own.

Although there are still a few days before the beginning of spring, the coldness of this cold winter still covers the earth. On New Year's Eve, there was a heavy snowfall, and the entire Daming Palace house was covered with a thick layer. It's cold.

Song Yan was reclining on the soft couch, the fire in the hall was burning extraordinarily vigorously, and Chang Lu was beside him reporting the New Year's gifts sent by the courtiers on the morning of the first day of the new year.

Chang Lu said: "This year is the first New Year since His Majesty ascended the throne. The Prime Minister sent the masterpieces of the famous calligraphers and painters of the previous dynasty, and the doctor Yu Shi sent the corals from the South China Sea. It is said that they are extremely precious..."

Song Yan closed his eyes and listened to Chang Lu's report, but he thought it was a congratulatory gift from more than a dozen courtiers, so Song Yan picked out his ears, frowned and said:

"Don't read it anymore. For the congratulatory gifts sent by these courtiers, you can just pick some appropriate ones and send them back. Don't let me deal with such trivial matters."

After Chang Lu responded, seeing Song Yan's laziness, he couldn't help saying with concern: "Your Majesty, the New Year's sacrifice to the ancestors has been completed, and now it is only the sixteenth day of the first lunar month. Your Majesty has been busy for half a year. Take this time to rest."

Song Yan raised his eyes and stared at Chang Lu, and asked for a long time, "How do the people in this capital celebrate the New Year?"

Chang Lu thought about it for a while: "After the new year, it will be the beginning of spring, so after the New Year's Eve, in addition to the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day, there will also be a spring festival from the fifth day to the tenth day."

Song Yan became interested when he heard it, and hurriedly got up and said, "Welcome to the Spring Lantern Festival?"

Chang Lu nodded: "The Spring Festival, also known as Naochun, was organized spontaneously by the common people. I saw it before entering the palace. I was young at that time. I only remember that Naochun was very lively, with dragon and lion dances, and garden tours. Lantern festivals, and temple fairs, I remember that there was a lot of food at the temple fairs, and I almost got separated from my parents back then."

Chang Lu lowered his head when he said that, he just felt that saying these things at this time was to lure the king out of the palace, and he couldn't bear the responsibility of this.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, raised his lips and said with a smile: "Chang Lu, take my handwritten letter to the Zhenguo Mansion, give it to Mr. Zixi, and say that I invited him to have a spring outing together."

Chang Lu was stunned for a moment, always feeling that he was on the verge of a major event, but because of the majesty of the emperor, he finally had to leave the palace with Song Yan's handwriting and go to Zhen Guogong's mansion.

Perhaps spring has really arrived. The weather at the beginning of the first lunar month is exceptionally good, the sun is shining brightly, and even the wind is a lot warmer.

In the barracks of the Forbidden Army, Song Yan was wearing maroon embroidered clothes with gold thread, and Jiang Yan, the commander of the Forbidden Army, was walking on the training ground for soldiers. Looking at the soldiers in training, Song Yan asked casually:

"Commander Jiang, I remember that there is a man named Ji Zhao in the Forbidden Army camp."

Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help saying: "Return to Your Majesty, there is no one named Ji Zhao."

Song Yan was slightly taken aback, and thought to himself, could it be that this child is using the excuse of asking for leave to not come back?

Song Yan hurriedly asked: "It's that Ji Zhao from Qingzhou, Shunning Prefecture. This year, after the magistrate of Qingzhou subjugated the law, he asked for leave and returned to his hometown. I agreed."

Jiang Yan suddenly realized, but said: "Your Majesty, that child's name is not Ji Zhao, but Ji Mingyue. When he first came, many people laughed at his name as feminine, but he said that this name was given by His Majesty. People dare to laugh at him again."

Song Yan looked sideways at Jiang Yan, and when he heard what he said about Ji Zhao, he couldn't help but have a smile on his face: "So that's the case, what about him, but he came back from Qingzhou?"

Jiang Yan shook his head and said: "Mingyue sent a letter a few years ago, saying that he had other things to do in Qingzhou besides worshiping the ancestors, and he took a few days off. I think he is young and has cleared up his grievances. He wanted to play in his hometown for a few days, so he agreed, but according to his return date, only two days left."

Song Yan responded, feeling a little lost in his heart. He thought he would bring him with him when he left the palace this time, but he didn't expect him to be away, so he gave up. As long as two soldiers with good kung fu, let them go early on the fifth day of the lunar new year. He went to wait at the gate of the palace outside the Ganlu Hall, so he inspected the forbidden barracks again, and then went back.

On the morning of the fifth day of the first lunar month, Song Yan wanted to leave the palace, so he got up early to clean up.

The lotus-colored silver thread embroidered half-arm coat, on the other hand, made Song Yan look extraordinarily gentle and suave, and the jade crown tied on it was clean and clear without any impurities, especially the jade hairpin on the jade crown was also extraordinarily delicate. , the leaves embrace the budding plum blossoms, and the body of the hairpin is also like a branch, and it is also made of knots, which is really gratifying.

As soon as he left the palace gate, he saw a carriage waiting outside. He Lanzi, the young son of the Duke of Zhenguo’s mansion, stood straight in front of the carriage, wearing a mint green round-neck dress. After seeing Song Yan, he looked away from the distance Then he began to salute.

Song Yan smiled and said, "Young Master Helan, don't come here without any problems."

Song Yan remembered that in previous lives, since he ascended the throne, the few aristocratic sons who had been accompanying him could see each other frequently, except for those who entered the court as officials after the scientific examination. , there is no more audio.

Even the young friends who entered the court as officials, because of the disparity in status, eventually drifted away.

Song Yan felt that he and He Lanzixi hadn't seen each other for more than 60 years, but as far as He Lanzixi was concerned, it was only three short years.

Seeing Song Yan approaching, He Lanzixi showed the old smile on his face: "Xiaomin, thank you Your Majesty for saving me."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Why do you thank Zixi?"

He Lanzixi sighed, and said: "No, my uncle's cousin is here, and my mother asked me to accompany her to the garden and temple fair. If it wasn't for the handwritten order written by His Majesty, I'm afraid Xiaomin would not be able to leave. , How can I not know what mother intends, so I thank Your Majesty for saving me."

Song Yan suddenly realized, and hurriedly said: "Since this is the case, how about you staying with me every day for a few days during the Shangyuan Lantern Festival?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty." He Lanzixi smiled and saluted again, and then invited Song Yan into the carriage.

Due to the buoyant spring, the capital city is also extremely lively, especially in the streets outside the Chenghuang Temple, in addition to all kinds of delicacies, there are many small objects from surrounding countries.

The Xiliang Kingdom outside Yumen Pass is located in the Western Regions, and their clothing and attire are different from those of the Central Plains people, especially the deep eye sockets and high nose bridge, which are very exotic.

Nanzhao Kingdom has always been stable, and the border between the two countries has never interfered with each other, and they have lived in peace for hundreds of years.

Only the area of ​​Northern Liao is barren and often harassing the border, so it has become more stable in recent years.

After visiting the temple fair in Town God's Temple, Song Yan's stomach was almost full, and he said that he couldn't walk anymore, and just wanted to find a place to rest his feet.

Song Yan, who was walking among the crowd, always felt uncomfortable in his back, as if someone was staring at him.

He Lanzixi tilted his head and said in concern: "Brother Song, what's wrong?"

Song Yan glanced back, and the two soldiers of the Imperial Army who followed behind him were firmly protecting him, and then he was relieved:

"It's nothing, I always feel like someone is following me behind here, forget it, maybe it's my illusion, let's find a place to rest, and then wait for the lantern festival at night."

As he spoke, he left the street in front of the Town God's Temple and walked onto the main road. Hearing the sound of gongs and drums not far away, Song Yan knew that this was the team of dragon and lion dancers coming, so he was not in a hurry to leave. I just stood at the intersection and waited for the dragon and lion dance team to pass by the street.

Song Yan once again felt that there was a line of sight behind him staring at him again, but when he looked back, he felt that everything was as usual.

The inexplicable Song Yan actually had some small expectations.

The matter of King Gaochang made Song Yan depressed for almost half a month. He just took advantage of the new year to change his mood, but he didn't expect to be targeted as soon as he left the palace.

Song Yan suddenly felt a little anticipation in his heart, and regardless of whether someone was staring at him behind him, he began to guess who was following him.

Could it be the accomplice of King Gaochang in the capital?

After learning the news of Gaochang King's death, he wanted to avenge Gaochang King?

Or because they were well dressed, they were targeted by some hooligans and wanted to take him to a remote alley to rob him?

Or the spies of Beiliao, in order to complete the Northern Liao emperor's southward hegemony, sneaked into the capital secretly, trying to assassinate him?

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Song Yan thought about more than a dozen dangerous situations in his mind, the more dangerous, the more exciting Song Yan felt.

A bold idea popped up in his head, if he voluntarily abdicated, it would be better to try to be assassinated, if it is not possible, let him be assassinated and die.

He is 80 years old, and he has been resurrected for the third time. Every time he says that he will die, he will not die. He used to die of joy, anger, and overwork.

Might as well get assassinated and die now, and see if that's the end of it, or if it starts all over again.

The more so, the more Song Yan looked forward to it, and even felt extra exciting.

Even if he died at this point, he has no regrets.

But if he lives again, he can only find a way to abdicate.

Song Yan stabilized his mind, and then carefully looked at He Lanzixi beside him, and couldn't help saying in his heart: I'm going!

When Song Yan turned his head, he happened to meet Ji Zhao who was dressed in black.

Perhaps because of the rush, Ji Zhao's hair was still a little messy, and his cheeks were still a little red. Only those eyes, like a calm deep pool, stared straight at Song Yan, and gradually smiled:

"Brother Biyan, I didn't expect it was really you."

Song Yan was a little puzzled: "You have been following me?"

Ji Zhao's cheeks were a little red, but he nodded solemnly: "There were so many people just now, I wanted to come to say hello to you, but I was afraid of admitting that I was wrong. You shouldn't be here at this time, so I just followed , but later I thought it would be extremely rude, so I went up to greet brother Yan."

Song Yan froze for a moment, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

I thought it was an assassination by a killer, but I didn't expect it to be Ji Zhao——

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Song Yan: [Gradually loses the smile.jpg]