I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

He Lanzixi looked at Song Yan for a long while, and didn't know how to answer him for a moment. In the end, he just patted Song Yan on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"The three guards around His Majesty are not weak, so don't worry, there won't be anyone who doesn't have good eyesight to assassinate His Majesty."

Song Yan's chest suddenly felt a thick soreness, if he hadn't turned his head in time, He Lanzixi might have seen the tears in his eyes.

After getting into the carriage, He Lanzixi bowed deeply to Song Yan's carriage, then turned around, followed Nan Yufei's carriage and turned back to the capital.

Because it is summer, the carriage is also a bit stuffy. Fortunately, the curtains on both sides are raised to let the cool breeze pour into the carriage, which can alleviate the slightly irritable weather at the moment.

Ji Zhao, who was driving the carriage, looked back at Song Yan, and said cautiously, "My lord, if there is a shed in front of us, let's go and have a rest and drink some tea."

Looking at Ji Zhao's appearance, Song Yan thought of He Lanzixi's appearance, and couldn't help laughing: "Mingyue, what did you do to He Lanzixi, he is so afraid of you?"

Ji Zhao pretended to be relaxed and said, "No, Mr. Helan is the young master of the Duke of Zhenguo. How dare I do anything to him? Could it be that Mr. Helan said something to His Majesty?"

Song Yan curled his lips into a smile, and didn't answer, but just waved the paper fan in his hand.

Thinking about it, Song Yan's fate was really hard. He never achieved anything he wanted. After thinking about it carefully, maybe he chose the wrong name for Husky.

How could that silly dog ​​of husky be called Dacheng? Just that silly dog ​​would like to tear down the palace one day. How could it be the best sustenance for Dacheng's wish?

The more Song Yan thought about it, the more he felt that he had chosen the wrong name for Husky.

Otherwise, he wanted to succeed King Gaochang's great-grandson, who died of illness, and wanted to pass on the throne to King Qinghe. He became a monk, but he just sent a congratulatory gift to King Gaoyi, so he traveled around the world.

Song Yan was a little worried at the moment, and didn't know whether King Wencheng was at home or whether he could abdicate successfully.

The sun gradually turned to the west, and because it was far away from the town, Song Yan and his party could only sleep in the mountains. Fortunately, it was summer, except that there were more mosquitoes, and the evening breeze was gentle, which was particularly refreshing.

The bonfire in front of him was burning extremely vigorously, and the flames devoured every branch.

Sitting by the fire, Ji Zhao earnestly roasted the game that he caught on the road in the afternoon, and looked at Song Yan who was sitting against a tree, the firelight reflected his eyes and was extraordinarily gentle.

Song Yan looked into Ji Zhao's eyes, but saw that he immediately lost his expression, and couldn't help being a little curious, got up and sat next to Ji Zhao:

"Did you just see what I was doing?"

Ji Zhao shook his head: "No, no."

Song Yan looked at his red ears and smiled slyly: "The ears are red."

Ji Zhao touched his ears subconsciously, and explained seriously: "It's baked."

Song Yan smiled without saying a word, looking at Ji Zhao's roasting rabbit, he couldn't help saying: "Mingyue, come and teach me how to roast a rabbit."

Ji Zhao was so surprised that even Yu Boyan and Chang Lu who came back from looking for firewood were startled.

Chang Lu said: "Your Majesty, it's better to let the slaves come and cook for Your Majesty."

Song Yan hurriedly beckoned him to stop, looked sideways at Ji Zhao, and moved towards him: "I have lived so long, I have always stretched out my clothes to stretch out my hands to eat, and I don't know how spring silkworms weave silk, let alone How do the common people cultivate food, and now you have to serve and roast even something to eat, I want to stand on my own, let me bake it myself, how about it?"

Ji Zhao stared at Song Yan's eyes reflecting the bonfire, nodded solemnly, and handed the unbaked rabbit leg to Song Yan's hand:

"This leg hasn't been roasted yet, so it needs to be roasted for a while. I've spread salt and pepper on it. It can be eaten as long as it's roasted. Your Majesty, you can't roast one side for a long time. You have to turn it over, otherwise it will burn easily. If it is burnt, you can eat it." have eaten."

Ji Zhao patiently talked to Song Yan, but Song Yan was holding the wooden stick with rabbit legs tightly in both hands, staring at the shiny rabbit legs without blinking.

Ji Zhao looked sideways at Song Yan's focused eyes, unconsciously his heart beat a little faster, and even his breathing was not smooth, and he became inexplicably nervous.

Song Yan looked at the rabbit leg in his hand seriously, sniffing the faint aroma, he couldn't help being a little excited: "Mingyue, can I eat it?"

The moment Song Yan turned his head, Ji Zhao immediately sat up straight. Not only was his heart beating fast, but the temperature on his face was also extremely high.

Song Yan smiled: "Could it be that the fire is too hot, and your face is also red."

Ji Zhao turned his head to look at the fire, and said seriously, "This rabbit leg is not yet cooked, so you can't eat it, and you'll get a stomachache if you eat it."

Song Yan smiled, and continued to lean: "By the way, Mingyue, why do you carry salt and pepper with you?"

Ji Zhao: "I learned from my father in the past. My father often went to the mountains to hunt, so he didn't need to buy meat in the market. What he ate was the game that his father brought back. When I was a little older, I followed my father to hunt in the mountains. Sometimes I was hungry. , I grilled it on the mountain, and my father brought salt and pepper with him, so that the roasted meat would be salty and more delicious."

Song Yan was fascinated by the sound, and suddenly smelled the burnt smell, and took the rabbit leg over in a panic, but didn't expect the roasted slightly burnt rabbit meat to burn his hands.

Ji Zhao was a little nervous: "Your Majesty, are you all right?"

His sound attracted other people, Song Yan waved his hands again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, a little injury, nothing to fear, all sit down."

Chang Lu became more and more anxious, but Song Yan was calm, and he didn't care about anything else. He just looked helplessly at the rabbit's leg in his hand: "It's a pity, it's burnt."

Ji Zhao smiled, and handed his baked goods to Song Yan's hands: "It's okay, you can still eat it if it's burnt, Brother Yu, Brother Qi, Eunuch Chang, you can eat it."

Song Yan watched Ji Zhao earnestly share the food, and finally kept the scorched portion in his hands.

Song Yan: "Mingyue, if you can't eat it if it's burnt, don't eat it. I'll give you mine."

Ji Zhao smiled and uncovered the burnt outer layer, and said with a smile: "It's really fragrant, and the inside is still good."

Yu Boyan also said: "Brother Mingyue's skill in roasting rabbits is truly amazing."

Qi Ruotang also bit the rabbit meat and nodded non-stop.

Chang Lu held the rabbit meat in his hand and looked at Song Yan, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, this slave is not hungry, I will leave this for Your Majesty to eat."

Song Yan said: "I've been traveling for a day, at least I won't be able to arrive at Wencheng Mansion until tomorrow, so hurry up and eat something to fill your stomach."

Chang Lu was a little embarrassed, so he nodded and ate the rabbit meat cautiously.

But Song Yan's eyes fell on Ji Zhao, who was just a 15-year-old boy, but he was able to take care of himself everywhere, not because of his status, but from his heart.

Song Yan didn't understand who Ji Zhao in this life regarded him as, but being able to take care of him like this, he felt that Ji Zhao in this life might be different to him.

Even eating the rabbit meat roasted by Ji Zhao himself has a different taste in Song Yan's mouth.

Ji Zhao is really a good boy, he will definitely train him well in the future, even if he is no longer the emperor, I hope Ji Zhao can have a good future.

After a simple dinner, the sleepiness from the long journey swept over him. Song Yan leaned against a tree and covered himself with his clothes before falling asleep.

But fortunately, he was wearing a wormwood sachet to repel mosquitoes. After sleeping all night, no mosquitos came close to him, which is really beautiful.

Early the next morning, Ji Zhao had already harnessed the carriage, and the bonfire had already been extinguished. At this moment, wisps of smoke and burning smell woke Song Yan up.

Song Yan opened his eyes and looked at Ji Zhao, who was setting up the car, and said, "This is the first time I spent the night in the wild. It's really interesting."

Ji Zhaodao: "Next time, I will definitely speed up my pace and rush to the town to spend the night. Sleeping against a tree like this is very tiring. Your Majesty will sleep well in the car later."

Song Yan got up and looked around: "Yu Boyan and them."

Ji Zhao: "I'm looking for fruit with Eunuch Chang. When they come back, we can start our journey."

Song Yan responded, but just as he took a step, he was stopped by the vigilant Ji Zhao, who carefully grasped the hilt of the long sword on the carriage.

Song Yan wondered: "What's wrong?"

Ji Zhao: "It's murderous."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to be excited or excited.

Could it be that God knows that it is not easy to get out of the palace, so he came to assassinate him again and again?

Song Yan hurriedly said: "Mingyue is not in a hurry, I am not afraid."

Ji Zhao looked sideways at the calm Song Yan and said, "Since Your Majesty trusts the humble job so much, is it worth risking your life for the humble job?"

Song Yan hurriedly pulled him back: "No, don't risk your life, you promised me that you will be my general and you will not die."

Ji Zhao's heart became hot, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

However, at this moment, the woods in the woods suddenly remembered, and Ji Zhao felt a murderous aura coming towards them.

Sure enough, a large group of men in black appeared in front of them holding swords, and everyone only showed a pair of murderous eyes.

Ji Zhao couldn't stop him, so he saw Song Yan standing in front of a group of black-clothed humans and said:

"Who are you and why did you come to kill me?"

The leading man in black snorted coldly and said: "It's not that we want to kill you, what we want to kill is the leader of the martial arts, it's enough to have us in the rivers and lakes, there is no need for a leader of the martial arts, since this old man Nan asked you to do it." If you lose the martial arts leader, then we can only kill you!"

As he spoke, the leading man in black waved his hand, leading a group of men in black to rush towards Song Yan.

Song Yan was extraordinarily excited, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

However, as soon as he closed his eyes, he only felt a silence around him, without any sound or feeling.

"What's going on?" Song Yan murmured, opened one eye furtively, only to find that the people around him and the fallen leaves aroused by the murderous aura were still, and he was startled.

Song Yan took a step back and bumped into Ji Zhao's body, and quickly called Mingyue to turn around, but saw that he was holding a long sword in his hand and made an attacking posture, but at the moment he was standing motionless, not even blinking his eyes all at once.

Song Yan was frightened, and was immediately surrounded by fear: "What the hell is going on, why don't you move."

As soon as Song Yan finished speaking, he heard a burst of crisp laughter. From far to near, an old man with a white beard appeared in front of Song Yan holding a whisk, stroking his beard and looking at Song Yan:

"Be frightened, don't be afraid, with a wave of the old man's hand, they will disappear."

Song Yan shook his head: "I don't believe it."

The white-bearded old man had a sullen face, and with a flick of his sleeves, all the men in black who wanted to assassinate him disappeared in front of him.

The white-bearded old man was a little proud: "Believe it now, the old man is a god. When passing by here, he found that you were ambushed, so he rescued you. Don't you thank the old man?"