I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

Song Yan sat up from the bed, looked at Ji Zhao's clear and firm eyes for a while, and finally sighed: "Mingyue, do you know despair?"

Ji Zhao stared at Song Yan, and nodded after a long time: "I know, after my grandfather went to Shunning Mansion to sue, my family was ruined, that is despair."

Song Yan hooked his hand towards Ji Zhao, Ji Zhao didn't know why, but the next second he approached, Song Yan took him into his arms and hugged him full.

Ji Zhao forgot to breathe for a moment, and just let Song Yan hug him. The feeling was too wonderful, a little joyful, but also a little scared——

"Don't be afraid Mingyue, I'm just a little tired."

Ji Zhao just responded lightly. Hearing Song Yan's slightly exhausted voice, his hands that were stiff on both sides slowly lifted up and stopped on Song Yan's back. He stopped several times, and finally hugged Song Yan and patted Pat him on the back.

"When I ascended the throne, I was worrying about state affairs every day. I never slept soundly, and got up at midnight every day, but this state affairs can't be finished every day."

"The courtiers still have their own minds, and deceive the superior and the inferior, only seeking to benefit themselves."

"Hey, it's really hard. I want to live a normal life in peace and stability, without worrying about it. I'm tired, and I want to rest."

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Song Yan whispered the grievance in his heart, but in the end he slowly lowered his voice. Hearing the even breathing, Ji Zhao knew in his heart that Song Yan must have fallen asleep.

Ji Zhao just sat on the edge of the bed and was hugged by Song Yan, wanting him to fall asleep.

He never knew that that gentle and watery person would have such a side, which really made Ji Zhao feel distressed.

Song Yan said a lot of things, and Ji Zhao also understood that there was a shocking secret hidden in those words of Song Yan, which made Song Yan so tired.

Ji Zhao doesn't want to know Song Yan's secret, but just wants to make him happy. Since Song Yan wants to live a normal life, he can help Song Yan realize it.

Song Yan's fainting really frightened everyone in Prince Wencheng's mansion. The prince came to greet Song Yan three times a day. Song Yan would meet him at first, but then disappeared, so he just asked him to greet Song Yan outside the door.

It has been seven days, and the farthest road Song Yan has ever been to is the garden in the palace.

Because the house was too hot and busy, Song Yan went out for a walk. The sky outside had just cleared up, and a rainbow hung in the sky. Ji Zhao saw Song Yan standing by the lotus pond in the royal garden of the palace, and hurried over:

"My son, my son."

Seeing Mingyue walking towards him quickly, Song Yan hurriedly turned sideways: "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

Ji Zhaodao: "I see you are unhappy these few days, so I want to take you to have fun."

Seeing Ji Zhao's mysterious smile, Song Yan couldn't help joking: "Take me to find monsters, look at 36 moves?"

When Ji Zhao heard this, he immediately remembered the previous incident, covered his lips with embarrassment and coughed lightly: "No, that's not what I'm talking about."

Song Yan nodded and smiled: "Then what are you looking for?"

Ji Zhao looked around, then leaned into Song Yan's ear and said, "Master, don't you want to live an ordinary life? I saw someone harvesting rice outside the city these two days, and harvesting rice is something ordinary people would do." , is your son interested in helping those common people harvest rice?"

Song Yan looked directly at Ji Zhao, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, and Song Yan found it interesting to hear his proposal, so he readily agreed.

However, Ji Zhao refused to let him go through the main entrance. Song Yan was a little puzzled, and Ji Zhao said:

"If you go out through the main entrance, people will definitely find out. If you ask, you can't say that you are helping the people harvest rice."

When Ji Zhao said this, Song Yan also felt that it was reasonable, so he followed Ji Zhao and sneaked out of the palace from the back door of the palace.

No one followed, and Song Yan felt comfortable physically and mentally when he walked on the street with Ji Zhao.

After leaving the city, Song Yan felt the magnificence of the great rivers and mountains, the green mountains and green waters, the mature rice fields, and the people working in the fields.

Ji Zhao took Song Yan's hand and walked quickly towards the rice field. The family was bending over to cut the rice at the moment. Ji Zhao asked Song Yan to wait on the ridge of the field, while he went down to the field, and with the rice The people negotiated.

Not knowing what he said, the man who got up to speak looked back at Song Yan on the ridge of the field, and then nodded in agreement.

Seeing Ji Zhaochao waving to himself, Song Yan got off the ridge and walked in the field, but because he hadn't walked through it, he always walked unsteadily.

Ji Zhao just stood there, holding two knives for cutting rice in his hands, waiting patiently for Song Yan to walk towards him.

Song Yan was a little unhappy: "Why don't you come and give me a hand."

Ji Zhao smiled: "My lord, you said that you want to live an ordinary life, and ordinary people live like this."

Song Yan didn't know what to refute him for a while, so he had to take the knife in his hand, watched Ji Zhao bend down, scooped up a handful of rice, then cut off the bottom with the knife, and put the cut rice on the rice pile behind.

Song Yan stared blankly: "Mingyue, when did you learn to cut rice?"

Mingyue said: "That's just now. I learned it when I watched them cut it. Brother Yan, try it."

Song Yan stooped like them, hugged the rice and cut the straw with a knife, but no matter how hard he tried, the straw couldn't be cut. The anxious Song Yan kept pulling the knife in his hand:

"Mingyue, why don't you cut it off?"

Ji Zhao stood aside and watched Song Yan's movements, holding back a smile: "Brother Yan, your method of cutting is wrong, look at me."

After listening to what Ji Zhao said, Song Yan turned his head to look at Ji Zhao's actions. Ji Zhao cut the rice neatly. He was obviously imitating Ji Zhao's appearance, so why couldn't he do it well?

Song Yan was dissatisfied, and was also a little angry in his heart. As soon as he exerted force on his hand, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand.

Although the rice was cut off, a cut was made on Song Yan's index finger, and dark red blood dripped down.

Ji Zhao was frightened, and quickly dropped the knife in his hand and rushed in front of Song Yan, not caring how bloody Song Yan's wound was at the moment, he opened his mouth and put the injured index finger into his mouth.

Originally, the fingers still hurt, but now in Ji Zhao's mouth, the warm mouth is wrapped, and it doesn't feel very painful:

"I'm so stupid, I can't even cut the rice well."

After Ji Zhao spat out the blood in his mouth, he tore off a piece of clothes and carefully wrapped them around Song Yan's wound: "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have brought Brother Yan to cut the rice."

Song Yan smiled, and let Ji Zhao wrap up the wound on his finger: "It's okay, I'm stupid, I can't cut it, it's okay, I can learn, I can continue."

While talking, Song Yan pushed Ji Zhao aside, continued to pick up the knife on the ground, and cut the rice bit by bit.

Ji Zhao was standing next to Song Yan, watching him cut the rice hard despite his injured hand, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The woman working on the side said: "This young master is a real person, not like ordinary people. Although he has never done farm work, his energy is still very good."

The man also said: "There is nothing wrong, why don't you rest for a while."

Song Yan just smiled at them, and continued to bury his head in cutting the rice until the sun was setting and the farmers who had finished cutting the rice were about to go home. Song Yan and Ji Zhao returned the knife to them.

On the way back to the city, Song Yan looked at the hilltop as the sun set, and the fiery sunset glow was even more beautiful than what he had seen for so many years.

Not to mention the sore back, but the fingers are still burning hot.

Song Yan said: "I have lived for so many years, only today is the happiest, and the rice is the rice we will eat in the future."

Ji Zhao nodded: "There is nothing wrong."

Song Yan smiled very satisfied, but after walking for a while, she became very tired, so she sat down on a big rock, waved at Ji Zhao and said:

"Oh, I'm so tired today, I don't want to go, I can't go anymore."

Ji Zhao stood in front of Song Yan and looked down at him: "Then will His Majesty come tomorrow?"

Song Yan shook his head: "I won't come, I won't come, not to mention that I have been out for so long today, the people in the palace must be crazy. I'm afraid the guards will be stricter tomorrow."

Ji Zhao smiled: "Does your hand still hurt?"

Only then did Song Yan raise his head and look at his thick fingers covered by Ji Zhao, feeling the burning pain: "Well, it hurts."

Ji Zhao bent down slightly, and blew air on the injured finger.

Feeling the coolness, Song Yan raised his eyes to meet Ji Zhao's beautiful eyes, his eyelashes could be counted clearly, for some reason, Song Yan felt that such Ji Zhao was very good-looking .

"Mingyue, it would be great if you were a girl."

Ji Zhao looked at Song Yan puzzled, even Song Yan didn't understand why he said such a sentence, coughed lightly, and turned his face away:

"Go back, don't delay, to be honest, I'm a little hungry."

Ji Zhao straightened up, watching Song Yan get up uncomfortably and walk towards the city with his hands behind his hands, Ji Zhao was stunned, but luckily Song Yan didn't see his reddish cheeks.

Ji Zhao nodded and smiled, followed Song Yan's footsteps and walked into the city.

However, in the guest room of Prince Wencheng's mansion, as soon as the prince left, Yu Boyan, Qi Ruotang and Chang Lu stood in a row with gloomy faces.

Song Yan was sitting behind the round table, and Ji Zhao was standing beside Song Yan, both of them seemed a little embarrassed.

Yu Bo said: "Mingyue, do you know that today we almost turned the whole city upside down just to find you and Your Majesty?"

Song Yan waved his hand: "This is too exaggerated."

Qi Ruotang said: "The son was crying in the hall anxiously, saying that losing His Majesty is a serious crime, he can't afford it, and almost apologized with death."

Song Yan smiled: "It doesn't exist, it doesn't exist."

Just as Chang Lu was about to open his mouth, his eyes turned red and tears fell, and he said aggrievedly: "Your Majesty will not allow you to leave without a word in the future. You frightened the slave. If you have any troubles, the slave will lose his life." gone."

Song Yan hurriedly reassured: "It's all right, there's a bright moon here."

Yu Boyan saw the injury on Song Yan's hand, and was a little dissatisfied: "You Mingyue was injured while Your Majesty is here!"

Qi Ruotang: "Your Majesty is the body of a dragon, the emperor of the true dragon, and cannot be harmed!"

Chang Lu: "Woooooooo, Your Majesty, this servant will never let you go out alone again."

Song Yan sighed, and looked back at Ji Zhao. He pursed his lips at this moment, and his eyes were full of apology.

Song Yan said: "It's all right, I'm all right, let's all go back and rest."

"Let's not sleep tonight, and we will guard His Majesty, in case His Majesty will sneak out again." The three said in unison.

Song Yan bowed his head, as if he really had nothing to do with them.

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