I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

Song Yan was lying in the sleeping hall of Minghua Hall, Chang Lu was waiting on him anxiously, King Qinghe was also watching, and asked tentatively:

"Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

Chang Lu's eyes were red, and he said: "Your Majesty has been working hard for the Chunwei Exam for the past few days, and has been restless and loss of appetite. The imperial doctor has also seen it, and they all said that His Majesty can rest at ease and don't have to work too hard. Your Majesty is only 19 years old. To be troubled by state affairs is so restless that even a slave feels very distressed when he sees it."

Hearing Chang Lu's sad tone, King Qinghe couldn't help staring at the young man lying on the couch, deep in thought.

When the imperial physician came to the Minghua Hall in a hurry, Song Yan had gradually woken up. After the imperial physician made a diagnosis, he also said that Song Yan needed to rest and not work too hard.

After Chang Lu sent the imperial physician out, Song Yan looked at King Qinghe with tears in his eyes: "It's because I don't live up to it, Uncle, I entrust the memorial to you."

King Qinghe was stunned for a moment, feeling like he had fallen into a trap, but he couldn't tell.

So after Song Yan moved to Ganlu Hall, his confidant attendant frowned and said:

"My lord, I'm a little afraid of being humble."

King Qinghe looked at the memorial on the small table, and then looked at his confidant and attendant for a while: "This king is also a little restless."

The attendant hesitated to speak, but under the signal of King Qinghe, he finally opened his mouth and said: "I always feel that your majesty is hiding something deep, and it seems that it is not as simple as it appears on the surface. My lord, why don't we go back."

King Qinghe frowned and thought, and rejected the attendant's proposal: "No, if we go back to Qinghe Mansion right now, we'll be off the hook, and besides, the little emperor has already issued an order to tell the world that this king will be the reviewer of the spring palace." Officer, if this king flees before the battle, wouldn't that give the little emperor an excuse to punish this king?"

The attendant said: "But my lord, I went to search for the guards of the palace today, and I have seen everything. It seems that the deployment has not been strengthened because of the arrival of the lord. The forbidden barracks are also as usual, and even handed over to others."

King Qinghe: "Why?"

The attendant saluted: "It was the humble official who was reckless and was noticed. That young man's kung fu is fierce and his moves are deadly. If the commander of the imperial army did not stop him, I guess the humble official would not be able to get away at this moment."

King Qinghe frowned slightly: "There are such people in this forbidden barracks. Why don't you see the little emperor keep him as his guard? If someone assassinates, what should we do?"

The attendant shook his head: "I just feel that the palace is weird, and so is Your Majesty."

King Qinghe stared at the pile of memorials in front of him, and couldn't guess what the emperor's intention was for a moment.

Although it is said that the constant changes should be made, but in this way, King Qinghe seems to have fallen into the trap set by Song Yan, and some of them can't get out, so he can only be led by the nose by Song Yan.

Song Yan, who was going back to Ganlu Hall, walked halfway and got down from the arrogance. He looked like a dragon and a tiger, and he couldn't see a trace of illness.

Song Yan walked on the palace road with his hands behind his back, followed by the cautious Luanjia, Song Yan had a smug expression on his face.

Someone came to repay King Qinghe’s entourage when he was investigating in the palace, so Song Yan was not worried, just pretended to be sick, just to tell Qinghe King that he was not in good health, and now that they were in the capital again, he could directly usurp the throne , I have no power to resist.

Song Yan was very happy, if it wasn't for Luanjia who was following behind, he would have almost skipped back.

Fortunately, he was able to stabilize himself so that he could press down his legs that almost jumped up in time.

Chang Lu followed Song Yan cautiously, recalling that he had just performed a play according to Song Yan's instructions. Although he didn't understand why, he didn't dare to ask, but he knew that Song Yan was very happy.

Well, if the master is happy, he is happy.

At dinner, Song Yan was appetizing in front of a large table of delicacies, and Chang Lu was also surprised when he saw it.

He still remembered that since His Majesty ascended the throne as the emperor, the daily meals were not delicious. Now he saw Song Yan holding a bowl and eating the dishes on the table in front of him. He ate a lot of chicken, duck and fish.

Song Yan handed the bowl to Chang Lu for the third time: "For rice."

Chang Lu was surprised: "Your Majesty, this is the third bowl. There is a rule. Your Majesty can't eat more than two bowls, especially at night. If you accumulate food, it will damage the dragon's body."

Song Yan chewed the chicken leg meat in his mouth, and swallowed it all before saying: "It's been a long time since I ate food, it's not as delicious as it is today, what's the matter if I eat more, it's a big deal, I'll go out for a walk later to digest food, I'm happy, I think more Eat something, why not, you want to be hungry for my food."

Chang Lu lowered his head, served Song Yan a meal in a proper manner, and then served him vegetables under Song Yan's command.

Song Yan ate the food, nodding non-stop, with a very good appetite.

Song Yan put down his chopsticks until he was eight or nine percent full, wiped his mouth and rinsed his mouth in satisfaction, and then leaned back on the chair.

This is the most delicious meal he has eaten in the past 60 years since he was emperor. He never knew that the dishes in the imperial dining room are so delicious. It is clearly a white water vegetable, but Song Yan thinks this is the delicacy in the world.

Song Yan got up and said to Chang Lu, "I'm full now, I'm going to walk around to digest food."

Chang Lu nodded, ordered someone to remove the table, and followed Song Yan out the door.

The spring evening was cool, like a veil brushing the face, and it was very comfortable. Walking on the palace road, Song Yan looked up at the bright and twinkling stars in the sky, feeling comfortable physically and mentally.

However, just as Song Yan walked to the Imperial Garden, he had a face-to-face meeting with King Qinghe.

When King Qinghe looked at Song Yan, he was a little surprised: "Your Majesty's dragon body is sick, and I was planning to go to visit him, but I didn't know that I met His Majesty here."

Song Yan coughed twice with his hands behind his back, and raised his smiling face: "Yeah, I'm really not feeling well in the afternoon. I've seen it from a medical doctor. After taking medicine and sleeping, I feel better, so I plan to go out for a walk, uncle. Look how beautiful the moonlight is tonight."

King Qinghe looked at Song Yan's smiling face, and suddenly thought of his young grandson, who was only eight years old, after he was found out to play truant and pretended to be sick.

When King Qinghe thought of watching the memorial in Minghua Palace all afternoon, he felt horrified.

The emperor actually lied to him!

And I really fell into his trap, and read the memorial for him all afternoon, although it was ordered by the emperor, but he is the prince who was entrusted, and seeing the memorial can be dealt with as treason.

The little emperor was so scheming, thanks to him seeing Song Yan's pitiful appearance lying on the couch in the afternoon, he felt a little bit of pity.

It turned out that all of this was a trap, which is really annoying.

But what can I do, now in the capital city, in the palace, although he has confessed that if he makes a mistake again, the prince can raise troops, but now he has not held back, and read the memorial sent by Song Yan.If he is disrespectful to Song Yan at this moment, there will be no legitimate reason to send troops.

King Qinghe's heart was bitter, but he couldn't say it out loud.

Song Yan looked at King Qinghe and said with a smile, "Uncle has worked hard to review the memorials for me today, and I will have to trouble Uncle in the future."

King Qinghe: "!!!"

The little emperor was tempting him again, this time he would not be fooled again.

Song Yan said: "I read the memorial every day, and my eyes really hurt. Uncle is so kind, he can share my worries for me. It would be great if my uncle could always share my worries."

King Qinghe hurriedly bowed and bowed: "Your Majesty, don't talk nonsense. I originally planned to return to the Qinghe Palace after the Spring Festival. I really dare not share your majesty's worries. Your Majesty, after thinking about it, I really feel that I am not qualified for the post of reviewer. Please Your Majesty choose someone else."

Song Yan stared straight at King Qinghe and scratched his forehead in confusion. Could it be that King Qinghe didn't understand what he said?

So Song Yan leaned closer to King Qinghe's ear, and whispered: "Uncle, don't go back to Qinghe, I will give up the throne to you, you will be the emperor, I don't want anything, just give me a sum of money, enough to live for the rest of my life That's fine, if it's really not, you can find some red crane crests or something, you can give me medicine to die, I will draw up the imperial decree, and I will definitely not implicate my uncle, really."

King Qinghe listened to what Song Yan said in a low voice, although it was a low voice, but every word was clear and true.

King Qinghe's head buzzed, suddenly he couldn't hear anything, and he fell over straight, Song Yan was so frightened that he hugged him quickly.

Looking at King Qinghe who rolled his eyes, Song Yan hugged him tightly in fright, and then asked the accompanying servants to announce the imperial physician.

"Uncle, uncle, don't scare me, what I say is all about me, don't let anything happen to you, what will happen to you if something happens to you, I still count on you, uncle, uncle, uncle, nothing can happen to you Son."

King Qinghe fell into Song Yan's arms, his breath stuck in his chest, unable to get up or down, very uncomfortable.

Song Yan flusteredly called for his uncle, while shaking King Qinghe, finally before the imperial physician arrived, King Qinghe came over in one breath, panting and looking at Song Yan.

His eyes were red, obviously frightened.

King Qinghe looked at Song Yan, and stretched out his hand to hold Song Yan's sleeve tightly: "Is Your Majesty not trusting the minister? He even tried again and again."

Song Yan shook his head: "No, I didn't test it, I really mean it, as long as my uncle is willing, I can go back and write the imperial edict immediately, and it can be sent to the whole country tomorrow."

King Qinghe looked straight at Song Yan, and for a moment he didn't know how to face him.

Just as Song Yan was about to speak, the imperial physician arrived. King Qinghe looked at Song Yan suspiciously and stepped aside, allowing the imperial physician to take his pulse.

However, his heart still couldn't calm down.

The little emperor just said that he would give way to him?

Give way to him?

Write an imperial edict immediately, and give him medicine to die?

This is too unbelievable, Song Yan's words broke all the previous defense lines of King Qinghe, and he even faintly looked forward to it.

The imperial physician said: "Your Majesty, King Qinghe is fine, it's just a temporary illness, nothing serious right now."

Song Yan was relieved when he heard this, and hurriedly called his attendants to send King Qinghe back to Minghua Palace with him.

Until he was lying on the bed, King Qinghe still hadn't recovered from his senses, and he was always looking at Song Yan.

Song Yan stayed by the bed, smiled and comforted him: "Uncle, don't worry too much, it's hard to follow what I say, and you're not kidding, tomorrow is the first day of the scientific examination, and it's also a small court meeting, uncle can come. "

King Qinghe hurriedly grabbed Song Yan's sleeve, making a final struggle: "Your Majesty, this is inappropriate."

Song Yan was a little puzzled, but still patted his hand reassuringly: "If uncle is worried, I will write an imperial edict when I go back, and send it to uncle in the morning."

King Qinghe: "Your Majesty no longer think about it?"

Song Yan: "I've been thinking about it for a long time."

King Qinghe: "Your servant..."

Song Yan: "Don't worry, Uncle. If Uncle is still worried, then I will write the imperial edict to Uncle first. After the spring is over, I will announce it to the world, so that Uncle can read the papers with peace of mind."

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Song Yan: I'm so happy, I can finally abdicate.

[The third watch is tomorrow night, hehehe. 】