I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

"Your Majesty, you listen to the minister's explanation."

The prime minister was still struggling for the last time, and even the doctor censor standing behind Song Yan covered his face and dared not look at the prime minister anymore.

He felt that the prime minister would definitely not be able to escape, and that he could make a kite for his grandson even though he was sick and refused to court. This is a crime of deceiving the emperor.

Doctor Yu Shi's heart skipped a beat, and two words came out.

It's over-

The prime minister naturally knew in his heart that this was the end of the game, and everyone knew what would happen if he cheated the emperor. The emperor's anger was overwhelming, and it was a minor matter to be dismissed from office for pretending to be ill.

"Your Majesty..." the prime minister called out again.

Song Yan ignored him, but sat down at the round table in the prime minister's grandson, Jun'er, and took the kite from Jun'er's hand to watch carefully:

"The prime minister's kite-tying technique is really ingenious. On such a day, you should go out to fly a kite, go for an outing with celebrities and students in the capital, and discuss poetry and prose. Why don't the prime minister make one for me?"

The prime minister got up tremblingly from the bed, begging for mercy, "I didn't mean to—"

Song Yan naturally knew what the Prime Minister was referring to, but he deliberately ignored him, and hurriedly changed the subject: "Isn't the Prime Minister sick, please lie down quickly, Jun'er, don't you want your grandfather's illness to repeat itself?" .”

Jun'er said innocently: "Grandfather is in good health, Jun'er doesn't want grandfather to get sick."

The prime minister's heart collapsed, and he knelt down in the tunnel and said, "Your Majesty, please punish me for my crime."

Song Yan looked at the kneeling prime minister, Jun'er hurried over to pull the prime minister up, and said in a childish voice, "Grandfather, grandfather, get up quickly."

The prime minister grabbed Jun'er, made him kneel down, and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, I will never pretend to be sick again."

Song Yan glanced at Doctor Yushi, and Doctor Yushi immediately looked away from the side, pretending not to see what happened here.

Song Yan smiled, and then said: "The prime minister is old, and his body is not as good as before, so he needs to rest well."

The prime minister hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, I'm in good health, and I can take care of His Majesty for another 20 years."

Song Yan: "I don't believe it, the prime minister has been sick for ten days, and the imperial doctor has to say rest."

Prime Minister: "I'm well, I'm really well. I was really sick before, but now I'm all well. I'm sure I can relieve His Majesty's worries."

Song Yan stared at the prime minister who got up and knocked on his chest to show his strong body, and then said after a moment of contemplation: "Then during the period when I was traveling in micro-clothes, the prime minister, the doctor Yushi and the Taiwei discussed all matters in the court. If there are important matters that I need to deal with, you can also fly pigeons to pass on the letter, what does the prime minister think?"

Doctor Yu Shi looked straight at the prime minister, as if expecting his answer.

The prime minister pursed his lips and thought hard, finally sighed and said, "I—— Zunzhi."

The doctor Yushi was frustrated, and the prime minister finally failed to keep Song Yan in the capital, so he let him go on tour in disguise.

With the prime minister's compromise, Song Yan's departure from the palace went very smoothly, but the prime minister was extremely worried about Song Yan's safety outside the palace, and Song Yan would have to bring a few personal guards to feel at ease.

Song Yan couldn't resist, so he had no choice but to agree, and Song Yan took Jiang Yan directly to the Shence Camp the next morning to select the guards who accompanied him out of Beijing this time.

Song Yan's plan is simple. The purpose of going out of Beijing this time is firstly to conduct private visits in micro-services to inspect the political achievements of various state governments, and secondly to lure various assassins to chase him down, and then complete the link of his own appointment in danger.

So the guard's skills can't be too good, otherwise, if the guard kills the assassin by himself, then who will assassinate him.

But Song Yan couldn't say clearly that he was not good at kung fu, so he could only find a reason to let several people recommended by the lieutenant of the guard army compete, and then Song Yan chose.

In the courtyard of the Yamen of Shence Camp, Song Yan was sitting on a chair, half leaning on the handle, on the small table at hand, a cup of hot tea was wafting with aroma.

The six people recommended by the lieutenant of the guard army were the same in size and shape, and even their attire was generally the same, especially when they heard that there was a competition, they all wore masks.

The lieutenant of the guard clasped his fists and saluted, "Your Majesty, these six are the six excellent soldiers in the Shence Battalion recommended by the humble post."

Song Yan nodded, and immediately signaled for a few of them to compete, and Song Yan would choose the guard.

These six people all knew that they were responsible for the emperor's safety outside the palace, so they couldn't slack off for a moment in this competition, and they all resorted to their unique skills.

For the first two groups of competitions, Song Yan chose a soldier with better kung fu and a soldier with weaker kung fu according to his own preferences.

However, Song Yan saw some signs of the soldiers in the third group of competitions.

One of the soldiers in the competition was exceptionally flexible, and his moves were somewhat familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

If he guessed correctly, the winner of the third group of soldiers should be——

Ji Zhao.

Waiting for the competition to end, Ji Zhao stood in the courtyard with the contestants he defeated. He stood upright, like the cypress tree in the courtyard, which was particularly eye-catching.

Although every soldier wore a mask, Song Yan recognized Ji Zhao at a glance.

Song Yan got up and walked to the courtyard, stood in front of the two soldiers, reached out and patted Ji Zhao's shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Even though you are wearing a mask, I still recognized you at a glance, but after half a year, my kung fu has improved a lot. It is right for me to let you enter the magical camp."

Under the mask, Ji Zhao's face was slightly red, he nodded slightly, and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was a little dry, and he couldn't say a word.

Song Yan patted him on the shoulder, chose to face the soldier he defeated and said:

"This time, you can leave the palace with me, and I will leave my safety to you."

The soldiers couldn't believe it, and Ji Zhao couldn't believe his ears even more. It was obvious that he won just now, so why did the emperor choose someone else?

Song Yan was also very proud in his heart, Ji Zhao's kung fu was too good, and he must have been killed by him in the assassin, so how could he be in danger?

So Song Yan chose the soldier who was not as good as him.

But Ji Zhao's heart was twisted, and it hurt a little. From the moment he heard the lieutenant of the guard recommended them to be His Majesty's personal guards, Ji Zhao always wanted to perform his best and let Song Yan see himself.

He did see himself, but he didn't choose him in the end.

Ji Zhao's opponent's skill is not inferior to his, but because Ji Zhao wanted to be Song Yan's guard, he tried his best to fight for it, but the final result was——

Song Yan chose someone else!

Ji Zhao is not calm anymore, but Song Yan must be the emperor, and Song Yan's choice is correct, but this time he did not choose himself, and Ji Zhao is not angry with him, but unhappy.

In the barracks of the Shence Battalion, the three soldiers selected by Song Yan were extremely happy, and they returned to the barracks where they lived, shoulder to shoulder, and packed their clothes.

"Since joining the Forbidden Army, it seems that I haven't been out of the palace yet."

"Compared to those brothers who can go out of the palace to do tasks, we can also go out of the palace."

"Your Majesty's personal guard, if this is done well, it will be a great success."

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The three chattered and discussed, but Ji Zhao's face was particularly gloomy. Seeing Ji Zhao enter the barracks, the soldier he defeated said sarcastically:

"Isn't this the little brother Ji Mingyue who His Majesty values ​​most? Why, Your Majesty didn't choose you to guard this time, are you unhappy?"

Ji Zhao raised his eyes to look at him, and the soldier jumped with such cold and dark eyes.

Ji Zhao said, "I have something to discuss with you."

The soldier said, "No, I won't agree."

Ji Zhao nodded, and said with a smile on his lips: "You will definitely agree."

While talking, Ji Zhao hooked the soldier's neck and dragged him out of the barracks. About half an hour later, the two returned to the barracks talking and laughing.

Everyone looked at the two of them with magical eyes, and the soldier said:

"What are you looking at, I haven't seen a chat before."

Ji Zhao also just smiled and didn't speak, but he was the first to be selected, a little puzzled:

"What did you all go out for?"

Ji Zhaowu packed his bags by himself: "Secret."

The soldier who was bought by Ji Zhao also raised his eyebrows and said: "It is our duty to protect His Majesty. This is a better protection, so you should save some effort."

The man smiled and unpacked the bundle he had packed, put the clothes back, and acted as if nothing had happened.

And Ji Zhao packed his clothes neatly, full of hope, waiting to follow Song Yan and go out of the palace together.

It has been two days since everything in the palace was arranged. The prime minister, the doctor Yushi and the Taiwei escorted Song Yan to the gate of the palace. The carriage that Song Yan was riding in stopped at the gate of the palace. The three guards were all dressed in black with narrow sleeves, their hair tied in a bun, holding long swords in their hands, and short crossbows and quiveres hanging from their waists.

The prime minister instructed: "Your Majesty, you must ensure your own safety when you are out of Beijing. The ministers will notify the governments of the prefectures and counties to ensure your majesty's safety."

Song Yan said happily: "Prime Minister, there is no need to be so alarmed, I will take care of myself."

Taiwei said: "Your Majesty, there are guards in all the prefectures. If you need to dispatch troops and generals, you must not be careless."

Song Yan: "I know."

Doctor Yushi: "Your Majesty, come back soon."

Song Yan stopped to look at Doctor Yushi, but smiled with his lips curled up, and didn't answer his words at all.

However, when Song Yan stopped in front of the carriage, he found a familiar face among the three guards. They had already boarded the carriage, but retreated back.

Chang Lu was a little puzzled and said, "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

Song Yan looked back at Ji Zhao with a calm face, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled, and walked up to him: "Why are you here?"

Ji Zhao looked into Song Yan's eyes without changing his expression and said, "Your Majesty chose a humble position that day, so he came naturally."

Song Yan frowned, somewhat disbelieving, and thought about it carefully: "No, I didn't choose you that day."

Ji Zhao pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, you are not joking, the one you chose that day was a humble position."

Song Yan frowned slightly looking at Ji Zhao's appearance. All the soldiers in the competition that day were wearing masks. Could it be that he really admitted the wrong person?

Song Yan looked at Ji Zhao, turned around and continued to board the carriage, but Song Yan frowned again just as he got into the carriage.

He found that Ji Zhao had jumped up again, and he was a head taller than himself, so he needed to raise his head slightly when he looked at him now.

It didn't feel good, very bad.

In this way, Song Yan felt a little oppressive in front of Ji Zhao, and could no longer touch his head.

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The second watch that is late.