I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

It was a good spring garden party, but He Lanzixi left the venue early because he was not feeling well. Song Yan also enjoyed it all day and was tired, so he didn't plan to go to the lantern festival at night, so he had to bring Ji Zhao and the others back. palace.

On the way back to the palace, Ji Zhao looked at Song Yan's gloomy face, and asked cautiously, "Is Your Majesty unhappy?"

Song Yan looked back at Ji Zhao in confusion: "Why do you ask that?"

Ji Zhao rubbed his hands behind his back nervously: "It's just that your majesty doesn't look well, so I want to ask."

Song Yan looked at Ji Zhao, stretched out his hand and rubbed Ji Zhao's head, and said gently: "No, I'm really tired. I'll have a good rest after I return to the palace. You must be tired after walking all the way from Qingzhou. Hurry up." Go back to the Forbidden Barracks and rest."

Ji Zhao nodded, and after saluting to Song Yan, he watched Song Yan go to the harem, but before he could take two steps, Ji Zhao rushed up: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Hearing Ji Zhao's hurried footsteps behind him, Song Yan stopped quickly, looked back at the young man running towards him, raised his lips and smiled: "What's the matter, can't you bear me?"

When Song Yan mentioned this, Ji Zhao stopped immediately, his cheeks flushed, walked towards Song Yan and stopped in front of him, took out an object wrapped in red silk from his bosom, carefully opened it little by little, and sent it to Song Yan's before:

"Your Majesty, I remember that on my birthday, Your Majesty gave me a jade pendant, so I specially found a root carving in Qingzhou that my master learned. This is for Your Majesty. Please forgive me for using Your Majesty's appearance to learn it without authorization." I want to give it to His Majesty."

Song Yan took the small and exquisite root carving, and carefully looked at the appearance carved out by the knives. He always felt that he was a little different from the carved appearance, so he couldn't help frowning:

"Mingyue, you vulture... Is this what I look like?"

Ji Zhao's heart trembled, and he was a little worried: "Your Majesty doesn't like it?"

Song Yan shook his head: "You carved me so beautifully. I like such a sculpture. There are thousands of rare treasures in the world. Only Mingyue, a New Year's gift made by myself, is more in line with my wishes."

Hearing Song Yan's words, Ji Zhao's heart became hot, but then Song Yan said:

"The reason why you delayed returning to Beijing is to learn this? You don't do your job properly, and you pay a one-month military salary as a punishment, lest other people poke me in the back."

Ji Zhao lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, clasped his fists together and saluted, "Yes, the humble job knows."

The smile on Song Yan's face became more and more gentle: "Go back, it's too late, I will keep this root carving well, and I will definitely live up to your kindness."

The temperature on Ji Zhao's face became higher and higher. After bowing to Song Yan again, he turned around and walked towards the forbidden barracks. He was thin and thin, and even though he had eaten a lot in the past half a year, he lost his size. Quite a few, but under the shadow of the lights, it always looks a little thin.

Song Yan carefully looked at the root carving in his hand, only felt that besides the original temperature, there was another kind of temperature on this carving.

No matter how Ji Zhao carved himself, he felt extra gentle. He suddenly remembered the long gash on his index finger when Ji Zhao handed him the carving, and he sighed inexplicably.

This kid is too real.

Song Yan held the eagle in his hand with special care, put it in his arms, and walked back towards the Ganlu Hall.

Although the court was only opened on the [-]th day of the first lunar month, there were still many memorials sent to Song Yan's Ganlu Palace every day.

After the beginning of spring, the sun is extremely hot, almost catching up with the summer sun, but when the first month is over, the temperature drops sharply, and I start to add clothes again, as if entering the cold winter, it is chilly.

In mid-February, the students who went to Beijing for the exam also settled down in the capital, which was extremely lively.

At this time, not only the students, but also many courtiers in the court began to move around, collecting contacts, and among them, there was no lack of the manpower of King Qinghe.

Because of previous lives, Song Yan naturally knew which ministers in this court were the eyeliners of those princes, so after the death of King Gaochang, he sent people to look at those eyeliners of King Qinghe, and now they just came in handy.

In the open space of the imperial garden, Song Yan threw the takraw ball out forcefully, and the husky ran like crazy, and brought the takraw ball back.

After so many repetitions, the huskies had a great time playing. Now I was lying on the ground, sticking out my tongue, looking straight at Song Yan, a little proud.

Seeing Song Yan stop playing with the huskies, Chang Lu stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the prime minister and the Taiwei are here."

Song Yan turned his head and saw the prime minister and the Taiwei standing in the corridor far away, then handed the takraw ball to the little eunuch beside him, and then walked towards the prime minister and the others.

Song Yan said: "The spring is about to start now, why didn't the Prime Minister take part in the scientific examination?"

The prime minister looked at Song Yan and hurriedly said, "Isn't the minister just about to discuss with His Majesty?"

Song Yan was a little puzzled.

The prime minister said: "Historical examination questions have always been set by His Majesty. I wonder if His Majesty has thought of any questions this year?"

Song Yan thought for a while, and couldn't help saying: "I won't reveal the exam questions, tell me, what else can I do for you today, I have behaved recently, and I am not industrious, I am tired every day, you don't know Solve my problems for me."

The prime minister said with relief: "The Seven Sevens of King Gaochang is over. I heard that His Royal Highness King Qinghe was crying in front of King Gaochang's grave. It seems that he knows that King Gaochang came to the capital before he was seriously ill."

The Taiwei said: "This King Qinghe is also tricky. His Majesty did not punish King Gaochang for entering the capital without permission. Instead, he blamed His Majesty first. It is simply absurd."

Prime Minister: "The King Qinghe and the King Gaochang are siblings after all. When this elder brother passed away, it was indeed when His Majesty's imperial envoy was in the Gaochang Palace, but that's the case. If it wasn't for the King Gaochang who had ghosts in his heart, why would he be afraid of His Majesty's imperial envoy?"

Listening to what they said to each other, Song Yan couldn't help sighing: "Oh, I just thought that he is my uncle, and he is a family anyway. I really want my uncle to get better."

The prime minister said: "Your Majesty is kind-hearted, and the ministers naturally know it. It's a pity that the princes of these fiefdoms don't think so. They have long wanted to return to the capital. Now I am afraid that King Qinghe will come to the capital through this incident."

Song Yan was overjoyed when he heard that, but he was inexplicably looking forward to it, but he couldn't show it, so he covered his lips and coughed lightly to cover it up: "What is King Qinghe coming to the capital for?"

The prime minister boldly guessed: "This King Qinghe has always been ambitious. Compared with King Gaochang, he is more scheming and uses people's hearts. Your Majesty, this King Qinghe is not easy to deal with."

Song Yan came with his hands behind his back, but he was already cheering in his heart, hoping that King Qinghe would come to the capital sooner.

This time Song Yan will never misunderstand King Gaochang like last time, and finally make people die of illness suddenly. He must treat King Qinghe well and let King Qinghe understand his intentions.

After thinking about it for a while, Song Yan hurriedly said to Taiwei: "Master Taiwei, you must pay close attention to when this King Qinghe enters the capital. As long as King Qinghe is like the capital, he will be brought close to the palace. I will receive him well. .”

The prime minister was puzzled: "Your Majesty, this King Qinghe is a dangerous man."

Song Yan smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm not afraid, King Qinghe is also my uncle after all, if I treat him with sincerity, he will naturally understand what I mean."

The prime minister wanted to say something, but the Taiwei tugged at the prime minister's sleeve, and after giving each other a wink, he didn't mention it.

When he got out of the palace, the Prime Minister looked at the Taiwei with a puzzled expression: "Why did you stop the old man just now? We still know what kind of person Qinghe King is. He is too insidious and sinister. Your Majesty is definitely not his opponent."

Taiwei said: "Your Majesty knows that the Prime Minister is afraid of His Majesty's disadvantages. We are all assistant ministers appointed by the late Emperor to help His Majesty take care of the country, but after all, Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and he has his own plans."

The prime minister frowned: "But King Qinghe is too dangerous. When I was young, when King Qinghe competed with His Majesty's grandfather, the methods he used were vicious and vicious, and His Majesty could not bear it."

Taiwei: "But the Prime Minister doesn't seem to understand that our Majesty is also a person who should not be underestimated. What kind of person is King Gaochang? After all, His Majesty may be much more powerful than we imagined."

The prime minister was still worried: "But for that old fox King Qinghe, His Majesty is still too young."

Taiwei: "Maybe King Qinghe thinks the same way, maybe he will take it lightly and let His Majesty take advantage of it."

The prime minister was a little puzzled, but the Taiwei understood it clearly.

Thinking about the fact that King Gaochang hurried out of Beijing before dawn, the leader of the patrol battalion in charge of the security of the capital told him. So flustered, he seemed to have left the capital to escape.

What kind of tiger can there be in this palace?

Later, the Taiwei thought about it, maybe the emperor said something to King Gaochang in the palace, which frightened King Gaochang.

At first he didn't believe it, until Guo Sheng sent the evidence to the palace, and then donated his family property just to resign, the Taiwei felt that this emperor was far more powerful than they imagined.

But they couldn't figure out what magic method he had used, and why everyone was so afraid of him.

The prime minister looked at the Taiwei's calm appearance, so he didn't think about it anymore, and just left the palace with the Taiwei.

In the Minghua Palace, Song Yan stood in the courtyard, personally urging the servants to rectify and clean the Minghua Palace.

Song Yan pointed to the servant who was carrying the flowerpot and said, "This is not a place to put flowerpots, go there, go over there and move that vat of lotus here."

Song Yan took the tea from Chang Lu and took a sip to moisten his throat, then he heard Chang Lu say:

"Your Majesty, just leave these trivial matters to the servants. How can you trouble Your Majesty to direct them personally?"

Song Yan handed the tea bowl back, proudly said: "His Royal Highness King Qinghe is about to enter the capital, I naturally have to greet him well, but I asked the old man in this palace what kind of layout the palace where King Qinghe once lived in is like, I know it in my heart, so I have to arrange it myself to show my sincerity."

Chang Lu seemed to understand, but he also knew that King Qinghe came to Beijing with bad intentions. Why did Song Yan receive him so enthusiastically?

I really can't figure it out.

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