I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

The night was long, and Song Yan was sitting on the bed. After the curtains were lowered, the space on the bed was extremely airtight, which made Song Yan's heart more peaceful.

He thought carefully about what had happened over the past year, especially the reactions of King Gaochang, King Qinghe, and King Gaoyi.

What about the uncles and uncles who were particularly obsessed with the throne in previous lives, when he chose to abdicate in this life and asked them to be the emperor, they all backed down, either died of illness or became a monk, and even traveled around the world .

This made Song Yan extremely unprepared.

So if he really wants to abdicate, he has to re-plan.

Either let him abdicate, or let him die...

died.

This word has been swirling in Song Yan's mind. Perhaps these princes avoided him because they couldn't trust him. But what if Song Yan died?

If Song Yan died and left a will for someone to become the throne before his death, then it would be fine.

Thinking of this, Song Yan quickly pulled up the curtain and got out of bed, but when she looked at the servants waiting outside the bedroom, Song Yan calmed down again.

Isn't it too hasty for him to seek death like this?

If he wanted to die like this, the courtiers would definitely feel suspicious. Maybe the whole country would be messed up, so he had to find a chance to be ordered in danger.

It's a good idea to accept orders in the face of danger.

Song Yan retreated back to the bed and put down the curtain, sitting cross-legged on the bed, rubbing his chin and thinking.

It is easy and simple to be ordered in danger, and it is difficult to say, this Daming Palace is strictly forbidden, and the assassin will be killed if he does not approach the palace gate, let alone come to the inner palace to kill him.

But Song Yan couldn't go out of the palace to wander the streets every day, waiting for the assassin to kill him.

"Ugh--"

Song Yan sighed, feeling his feet were a bit cold, so he got into bed, closed his eyes and meditated.

Now that I have an idea, I will slowly improve it later, and it may be able to be implemented.

Song Yan thought happily in his heart, even in his dreams, he dreamed that someone assassinated him, and he happily went up to the knife, and finally woke up.

Song Yan reminisces about the scene in the dream, letting the dressing lady at the mercy of him, changing his clothes and binding his hair.

Chang Lu looked at Song Yan's sleepy eyes and said:

"Your Majesty, I'm going to the Imperial Army today to watch the selection of soldiers from the Shence Battalion. Your Majesty must cheer up."

Song Yan glanced sideways at Chang Lu, then heaved a sigh of relief and changed his expression.

After having breakfast, Song Yan took people to the imperial army to watch the final competition for the selection of the Shence Battalion.

The last round was a competition of fist and kick skills. Among the 28 people, only the top ten people could enter the magic camp, so the competition was extremely fierce.

When Song Yan arrived at the Forbidden Army Academy, the 28 soldiers in the same clothes had already stood up. Everyone was about the same size and wore masks on their faces. Except for the number plates pinned to their clothes, they were indeed unrecognizable. Anyone in the competition.

"Long live, long live, my emperor."

All the soldiers of the Forbidden Army saluted Song Yan. Song Yan stepped up to his place on the high platform and sat down before saying flattened. Everyone in the school grounds got up and stood still.

Jiang Yan and Chang Lu stood beside Song Yan, one on the left and one on the right, and the list of the 28 soldiers was also placed on the table in front of them.

In the middle of the school grounds, a round platform was built. The two contestants who drew lots had to fight against each other on the round platform. If the opponent was knocked out of the round platform within a limited time, the winner would be the winner.

Jiang Yan introduced: "Your Majesty, these 28 people will first draw lots to decide their opponents. The loser will not be able to enter the magic camp. The [-] winners will only draw ten people, so they will draw lots again. , among the remaining seven people, there will be another competition to select the last three people to enter the camp."

Song Yan nodded in response, but his eyes fell on the NO.18 boy.

Ever since he saw the roster and knew that he was only 15 years old, Song Yan paid special attention to this child. He really wanted to know what this remarkable boy looked like.

Sure enough, in the competition of 28 to 18, the 15-year-old boy who was No. [-] has always attracted Song Yan's attention.

The young man's figure is a little thin and thin, but he is not short. He is especially agile, and his moves are quick, accurate and ruthless, but he can't stop his movements. Song Yan likes it very much.

But at the age of 15, he has such a good hand, and his future is limitless.

Song Yan hooked his fingers towards Jiang Yan and asked him to come closer and said, "I like the boy in No. 18 very much."

Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment: "Your Majesty, that humble position will keep him..."

Song Yan stretched out his hand to stop Jiang Yan's thoughts: "I told you that I like him, not to let you open the back door for him, but to see him after the competition is over."

Jiang Yan smiled in embarrassment, and he thought the same, that young man's kung fu is not weak, he must be able to defeat his opponent and enter the magic camp, there is no need for him to open the back door for him.

Sure enough, after the first competition, the NO.18 boy became one of the 14 people without any suspense.

During the second competition, Song Yan always felt that there were eyes on the school field looking at him frequently. When Song Yan searched for his sight, he only saw soldiers with the same clothes and masks, and he couldn't tell who was there. look at yourself.

Knowing that the young man No.18 was on the round stage, he was also the last pair of the seven dueling soldiers.

After he came to the stage, he turned his head slightly and looked towards the high platform where Song Yan was sitting. Song Yan was confused for a moment, and suddenly felt that this feeling was a little familiar, and he unconsciously thought of the name Ji Zhao in his heart.

But then Song Yan denied this idea.

Having just seen the No.18 soldier's skills, especially that head, Song Yan felt that he was almost catching up with him. Thinking that Ji Zhao was half a head shorter than himself, no matter how he thought about it, he didn't think it would be Ji Zhao.

But even so, Song Yan was extremely serious when watching the NO.18 soldier's competition.

The competition on the round platform was extremely fierce. Seeing that the soldier who was dueling with No.18 soldier was about to fall off the round platform, he would definitely hit his head on the ground if he fell like that, and he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

So the No.18 soldier had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately grabbed him. However, the soldier took advantage of this opportunity to throw the No.18 soldier off the round platform, while he himself stood firmly on the No.18 boy's body. On the round platform.

In this way, he was the most secure seventh person to be selected into the Divine Strategy Battalion.

"Hold on."

Just as the NO.18 soldier got up from the ground, Song Yan stood up from his position. The slow sound not only stunned the lieutenant of the guard army and the guard army, but also the soldier on the round platform. I froze for a moment.

Song Yan got up and got off the high platform, and walked into the school grounds without haste, only Jiang Yan and Chang Lu followed behind him.

Seeing Song Yan approaching, the boy immediately lowered his head, even though he was wearing a mask at the moment, he lowered his head.

Song Yan looked at the soldiers on the round platform and said coldly: "Let's ask you, in the Shence camp, I assigned you and your partner to work for me. If your partner accepts bribes, you will destroy the evidence and promise to share the benefits he gets. What do you really do when you're halfway through?"

The soldiers on the round platform were stunned for a moment, but were interrupted by Song Yan just as they were about to speak.

"Okay, your hesitation has been answered."

The soldier quickly saluted Song Yan: "Your Majesty, I haven't said anything yet, I will bring my partner back to the capital to meet His Majesty."

"No, you won't." Song Yan said categorically, "On the contrary, you will get rid of your partner, keep the benefits for yourself, and even blame all the faults on the partner."

"Your Majesty, there is no humble position." The soldier was a little anxious.

Song Yan said unhurriedly: "But what you did just now, tell me clearly, you have, you will choose that way, the No. 18 soldier will just fight to save you, but you, it is to use this to save you." Opportunity makes trouble, just for the sake of being able to enter the magic camp."

There was silence in the school grounds, except for the wind blowing the flags, there was almost no other sound.

The lieutenant of the guard hurried forward to Song Yan and said, "It's the minister who is not strict with his subordinates, please forgive me."

Song Yan's eyes were cold: "How serious is the Forbidden Army, shouldering the heavy responsibility of guarding the imperial city, especially the Shence Battalion, everyone should be at ease, just this one on the stage, can I be at ease?"

Jiang Yan: "Come here, take him down."

When the soldier was struggling to be taken down by the guards, he was still calling for His Majesty, but Song Yan's expression didn't change, he just said coldly:

"This person can't stay in the palace, and he can't stay in the imperial army. Let's send him to the border to guard the border town."

Jiang Yan clasped his fists in salute, but Song Yan's eyes fell on the No.18 soldier. Facing this young man who was as tall as himself, he said with a smile:

"Mingyue, don't hide."

The boy was slightly taken aback, and his figure was also a little stiff.

Song Yan reached out and took off the boy's mask himself, and the picturesque eyebrows and eyes were exposed from behind the mask little by little, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, especially the fiery red lips that were tightly pursed at the moment, which was extraordinarily good-looking.

The two strands of hair on the forehead fluttered with the wind, and looked at Song Yan with eyes like a deep pool, then let them hang down again, and took a step back to salute:

"The humble post has seen His Majesty."

Ji Zhao's voice also changed a bit, becoming a little deeper. Hearing his voice, it was like a veil brushing against the face, which made my heart feel numb.

Song Yan supported his forehead and smiled: "You child, I didn't know that your kung fu has improved so much."

Ji Zhao nodded, not daring to look at Song Yan, his heart was beating a little fast, and even his breathing was a little hot, he said slowly: "The humble officer always remembers His Majesty's teachings, dare not forget for a moment, learn and practice martial arts diligently."

Song Yan nodded to express his satisfaction, but then frowned again: "But I remember, you are not 15 years old."

Ji Zhao looked up at him in surprise: "It's almost there, there is still one month, no, there are still 27 days, and I will be 15 years old."

Song Yan spoiled with a smile, reached out and rubbed Ji Zhao's head and said: "I know, you are so diligent, how can I refuse, and you must work harder when you enter the magic strategy camp in the future. Don't be proud and complacent, and don't get carried away. "

Ji Zhao was overwhelmed with surprise, and hurriedly saluted Song Yan, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Song Yan said: "This can also be regarded as a gift from me for your 15th birthday. Forget it, Commander Jiang, I'm really tired. You can deal with the rest of the matter. After the final candidate is confirmed, I will write a letter to you. I."

Jiang Yan hurriedly clasped his fists in salute.

Song Yan looked at Ji Zhao, the boy's face was filled with a smile at the moment, which was extraordinarily bright.

Song Yan was in a good mood, turned around and took Chang Lu away from the Imperial Army.

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Song Yan: Hehehe, I have another idea.