I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

Song Yan stared straight at the waiter who sent the message, blinking his eyes and didn't understand: "You mean my uncle, what's wrong?"

The servant also felt a little unbelievable, and said in a lower and lower voice: "I have... I have become a monk, and I was ordained in that Buddhist hall in the palace."

Song Yan only felt that he had fallen directly into the abyss from the sky-high clouds, the surroundings were icy cold, and his chest didn't lift up even in one breath, and he was dizzy——

After Song Yan fainted, all the ministers of the previous dynasty rushed to the apse after receiving the news, and then went to preach to the imperial physician.

In the warm pavilion in the back hall of the Xuanzheng Palace, Song Yan lay on the soft couch and gradually woke up. He looked at the imperial physician who was diagnosing his pulse, and then at the important court officials who looked at him with concern. Suddenly, Song Yan burst into tears of grievance. It flooded my eyes:

"He...he lied to me...he lied to me, lied to me..."

Song Yan kept mumbling, listening to the imperial physician and the prime minister, they were all very dazed.

Who lied to the emperor?It actually made the emperor faint in a hurry.

Originally, at today's Great Court Meeting, there was an interview with the top three of the new subjects, but now the emperor suddenly had an emergency, and the interview was postponed for two days.

The prime minister presided over the overall situation and dismissed the court meeting, and then went into the apse with the Taiwei and the doctor Yushi to reply to the emperor's handling of the matter.

And the servant serving King Qinghe in Minghua Hall is still kneeling outside the apse.

Song Yan drank the medicine, and his face was a little gloomy. He sat up from the bed, looked at the three of them, the Prime Minister and the Taiwei, and the grievance in his heart couldn't be added. Tears of grievance suddenly welled up in his eyes.

God, the ups and downs made him a little bit unbearable, and it was time to announce his abdication to let the virtuous, and the successor became a monk.

ordained——

The prime minister calmed down for a moment before saying: "Your Majesty, something important happened."

Song Yan waved his hand: "It's nothing, I... I'm going to go to my uncle, you go out of the palace on your own, and meet with the top three in the new department, then discuss it."

Song Yan got up, ordered the servants to change his clothes, and then led a group of people towards the Buddhist hall in the palace.

The Buddhist hall in the palace was originally built by Song Yan’s grandfather for his biological mother. His biological mother believed in Buddhism, so Song Yan’s grandfather built a Buddhist hall in the palace to show his filial piety. The eminent monk in the temple.

Later, when Song Yan's father was in power, the harem concubines often prayed in the Buddhist hall, and this Buddhist hall has been preserved in the palace.

Now this King Qinghe took advantage of the convenience and even became a monk in the Buddhist hall in the palace! !

Song Yan and a group of palace attendants appeared outside the Buddhist hall, and the monks in the Buddhist hall immediately led three young novice monks to appear at the entrance of the Buddhist hall in a hurry. Facing the menacing Song Yan, the monk clasped his hands together and bowed to Song Yan:

"Your Majesty came to this Buddhist hall, but what is the important thing?"

Song Yan ignored it, but asked Chang Lu to lead someone to stop the monk outside the Buddhist hall, while he entered the Buddhist hall alone.

Sandalwood was lingering in the Buddhist hall, and a little smog lingered, but it still couldn't calm Song Yan's heart. Hearing the sound of wooden fish coming from behind, he didn't have to think that he was the King of Qinghe.

Sure enough, King Qinghe, who had been shaved at this moment, changed into a monk's robe, with a new ring scar on his head, holding a rosary in his hand, knocking on the wooden fish, and chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Song Yan stood in front of him, and after the shadow completely enveloped him, King Qinghe opened his eyes and looked up at the emperor who was full of grievances and was on the verge of tears:

"His Majesty."

Song Yan held his head up to keep his tears from falling, but said stubbornly, "I was smoked by the smoke."

King Qinghe got up and saluted Song Yan with palms together, and then said: "I won this round, Your Majesty."

Song Yan looked blank: "???"

King Qinghe looked at Song Yan's appearance, and his expression was a little proud: "Does your majesty think that a Zen edict can deceive me? I am afraid that if I go to the Xuanzheng Hall with that Zen edict today, the hidden imperial army will Take me down."

Song Yan: "???"

Seeing that Song Yan's expression became more and more frozen, King Qinghe's expression became more and more proud: "Your Majesty has learned to be smart, and when he treated King Gaochang with threats, he knew that King Gaochang loved his great-grandson the most, but he insisted on taking his great-grandson to the capital. To check and balance King Gaochang, because of King Gaochang's death, His Majesty changed his strategy towards me, instead of intimidation, he replaced it with temptation, using the throne as a bait to lure me into being fooled, Your Majesty, I was almost deceived by you."

Song Yan looked straight at King Qinghe, and suddenly supported his forehead, his heart ached unbearably: "When did I lie to you?"

King Qinghe sneered: "Your Majesty's tenderness and offensive, and he signaled that he would give way to me to lure me, so that I could become the turtle in your urn. The edict of the Zen position is actually my reminder. I'm afraid that I'll really fall for you, not only will I become a dead soul under the sword today, but my wife and children will also be implicated."

Song Yan burst into tears: "Uncle, why don't you trust me?"

King Qinghe: "Your Majesty, there is no good person for a king. Now that I have become a monk, I will not pose a threat to Your Majesty. I hope Your Majesty will spare my descendants. I have already finished my studies and returned. I will stay in the palace to become a Buddha." Tang, as for the throne of Qinghe, I don’t want to inherit it any more, I just let them be ordinary people and live the rest of my life in peace, please let your majesty do it.”

King Qinghe kowtowed on the ground, and this bow made Song Yan feel even more wronged.

When did he become unkind!

Every word he said came from the bottom of his heart, why no one believed him!

Song Yan cried, crying sincerely, regardless of where he was at the moment or who he was facing, he just vented his grievances completely.

King Qinghe looked at the little emperor who was crying like a child, and doubts arose in his heart.

After waiting to cry enough, Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Qinghe Wangdao in front of him:

"Since my uncle doesn't believe me, I don't need to explain anymore. Since my uncle has already arranged the affairs in the mansion clearly, I don't care about it. My uncle will stay in the Buddhist hall and study Buddhism, and I will leave."

Song Yan's voice was cold and indifferent, and the disappointment and indifference in his eyes made King Qinghe's doubts even stronger.

Watching Song Yan's dejected back when he left, King Qinghe couldn't help but murmured:

"Could it be that the imperial edict... is true?"

But so what?

When he decided to shave or become a monk to keep the emperor from pursuing his heirs, he burned the edict, leaving no ashes.

King Qinghe regretted a little bit, but it was useless to regret any more, he had no chance...

After Song Yan came out of the Buddhist hall, he asked the monk in charge to take good care of King Qinghe, and he had nothing else to say.

Seeing Song Yan's red eyes, Chang Lu must have cried, but he couldn't ask questions, let alone comfort him, so he could only do his best when serving, and try not to let others see Song Yan's strangeness.

And after Song Yan was hit by King Qinghe, he didn't think about abdicating for the time being. He received the top three in the new department, and held a Qionglin banquet to celebrate with the students in the new department.

The bitter wine entered his throat, causing more and more depression in his heart.

After the Qionglin Banquet was over and all the courtiers left the palace, it seemed that he was the only one left in the huge Daming Palace, lonely and lonely.

On the tower, Song Yan stood facing the wind, looking at the lights of thousands of houses in the capital, he could even hear the warmth in the houses under those lights.

There are obviously so many people in the Daming Palace behind him, but they are all people who can't understand Song Yan, because he is the emperor, the emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and the ruler of the world, so he has no friends and no one he can trust...

The so-called high places are too cold, that's what it is.

Thinking of this, Song Yan became more and more sad, didn't he just want to step back, why is it so difficult?

It is obvious that the king of Gaochang and the king of Qinghe are all ambitious people who want to be emperors. Why did they push away the throne when it came to them?Could it be that it is more reliable to grab it!

Song Yan even wrote the imperial edict, why didn't they believe it?

Does he have to show them his heart, or he poisons himself to death and let them fight for the throne!

Suddenly, a light flashed in Song Yan's mind.

Drug yourself to death...

It seems that this way is going to work. If he can't die and do it again, he can't accept it, but what if he can't die?

Song Yan stood on the tower with his hands behind his back, feeling the oncoming wind and fell into deep thought.

Chang Lu cautiously reminded:

"Your Majesty, the tower is very windy, and you drank a lot of wine, be careful of the dragon's body."

Song Yan didn't hear it at all, but analyzed Fang Cai more deeply in a flash of inspiration.

Although one of the two oldest leaders in the Seven Kings Rebellion passed away and the other became a monk, there are still five families!

The uncle who inherited the title of King Wencheng, the uncle who inherited the title of King Gaoyi, and even the first emperor were three brothers, one uncle Yan Wang, and two uncles, King Chu and King Ying.

Song Yan can remember clearly that these five people also had the desire to be emperors at the beginning, so they proposed that after King Gaochang took over the country, they would be the co-lords of the seven kings. For the emperor.

As a result, the heart of abdication, which was hit by King Qinghe, was ignited again at this moment.

This time he must not be so hasty, he must think of a perfect plan, either he dies and let these five princes choose an emperor, or Song Yan decides who among the five will be the emperor.

Thinking of this, Song Yan couldn't help laughing.

The hairs on Chang Lu's back exploded. Hearing Song Yan's drunken voice, Chang Lu whispered:

"Your Majesty, are you all right?"

Song Yan turned her head, with an evil smile on her lips, her heart tugged at Chang Lu.

Song Yan's appearance is really scary!

However, Song Yan, who thought he was very proud, didn't realize it at all. He just folded his arms and looked up at the lights of thousands of houses in the capital. He could live such a quiet and warm life!

But before he finished laughing, he felt dizzy, and hurriedly waved to Chang Lu: "Chang Lu, hold me, I'm a little dizzy."

Chang Lu stepped forward in a panic, helped the crumbling Song Yan and said eagerly: "Your Majesty has drunk a lot of wine, and now he has stood in the air for a long time, why don't you tell the imperial physician."

Song Yan half leaned on Chang Lu's body and said, "Chuan, Chuan, I'm not feeling well right now, so hurry back to the palace."

Chang Lu hurriedly called other servants, and together they helped Song Yan down the tower and sent him to Luanjia and rushed back to Ganlu Hall.

While waiting for the imperial doctor to come, Song Yan had already vomited twice, and now she was lying on the soft couch, just hehehe.

As for what he is talking about, probably only he himself knows.

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Song Yan: Hee hee hee hee, there is no end to my path.