I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

Huh——

In the bedroom of the inn late at night, Song Yan's quilt occasionally made an unharmonious sound.

After the sound, Song Yan turned over, opened his eyes and dared not continue to sleep, and Ji Zhao who was sleeping next to him lay upright with his eyes closed, and seemed to be sleeping well.

Huh——

Song Yan was restrained, and farted again in the bed. This sound made Song Yan's face even more ugly. Although it was the middle of the night, Song Yan still felt a little embarrassed.

He is the majestic king of a country. Although he is also a mortal, he wants to eat, drink, and sleep, but after all, this kind of thing is relatively private. Right now, he can't control his stomach and keeps venting his anger through the back door.

When he came out of Wencheng Mansion, Song Yan held a bag of sweet potatoes in his arms for roasting in the wild along the way. Song Yan was naturally the one who ate the most, but he didn't know that if he ate too much sweet potatoes, he would end up eating them. This is the result.

Huh——

Another sound, Song Yan couldn't help it, sat up from the bed, Ji Zhao's body moved a bit, which attracted Song Yan's attention, he was a little unhappy, and hurriedly pushed Ji Zhao awake:

"Get up, get up, what are you laughing at?"

Ji Zhao opened his eyes and looked at Song Yan who was sitting up, with black hair and shawls, and the moonlight outside the window poured into the room, making Song Yan's appearance extraordinarily gentle, especially those eyes, when looking at Ji Zhao, they could always To move his heart.

Song Yan resisted not farting anymore, and just looked directly at Ji Zhao: "I am also a human being, and I can also eat, drink, and sleep. If there is such a thing as vanity, why can't I have it, what are you laughing at?"

Ji Zhao sat up and moved the quilt closer to Song Yan, fearing that the heavy dew and humidity in late autumn would make him catch a cold.

Ji Zhao's breath suddenly approached, causing Song Yan to hold his breath unconsciously, until after Ji Zhao left, he looked at Ji Zhao's handsome face showing a little shyness.

Song Yan doesn't understand now, he is the one who farts, why Ji Zhao is still blushing.

Just as he was about to ask, he heard Ji Zhao say: "In the past, I only thought that Your Majesty was a high-ranking king who had to be enshrined, but after seeing His Majesty eating and sleeping, and now showing vain respect, I felt that Your Majesty is also a real person. It's not good to worship."

Song Yan looked directly at Ji Zhao's eyes that hadn't changed much, leaned in front of him and said, "You—do you like me?"

Ji Zhao's heart was suffocated, and he looked at Song Yan in astonishment as if he had been poked in the center of his mind. Just as he was about to explain, Song Yan continued to pat him on the shoulder and comforted him:

"I know that I have a good personality, treat people kindly, and never make enemies with others, so many people like me very much. You suffered a lot in childhood, and I treat you like a nephew. You like me and rely on me, and I know it all."

Ji Zhao's heartbeat resumed again. Seeing Song Yan's slightly smug expression, and laying back in bed again, Ji Zhao felt a little sore in his chest again.

——He doesn't like him like a father and brother, he is... maybe he can't even tell himself, the only thing that is certain is that he really likes Song Yan.

"What gift do you want for your 16th birthday?"

Suddenly, Song Yan looked straight at Ji Zhao, and Ji Zhao was a little surprised. He recalled that on his 14th birthday, Song Yan gave him a quick jade pendant, and even avenged his family.

On his 15th birthday, he was personally named by Song Yan to enter the Shence Camp.

Now that he is almost 16 years old, he can still live with Song Yan. Ji Zhao feels that all the birthday presents in the world are not worth it.

Ji Zhaodao: "I hope that Your Majesty can be happy all his life and don't have a sad face."

Song Yan was a little puzzled, and looked at Ji Zhao: "Don't you ask for something for yourself?"

Ji Zhao shook his head: "Right now I'm living a good life. I'm serving as your majesty's personal guard in Shence Camp. When I grow up, I'll ask for orders to guard the border. My grandfather is a private school teacher. He read many biographies of famous people with me. , but I just like the great general. Although the general is sad to die in a hundred battles, he can leave his name in history and defend his family and country. General to protect His Majesty."

Song Yan tilted his head and smiled, with infinite warmth in his heart. He thought for a long time before saying: "I promised you that when you become an adult, I will make you a general."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ji Zhao smiled and saluted, but was dragged into bed by Song Yan.

Huh——

Just lying down, Song Yan couldn't hold back again, which made Ji Zhao couldn't help laughing.

In the morning of late autumn, the car is always dewy. Seeing that it has entered the Jingchu land, the temperature has dropped into the ice cellar, and it has gradually become colder. Even some of the warm items on the carriage have begun to be used.

Jingzhou City is close at hand, and the sound of wheels and horseshoes in the mountains is accompanied by the silence of the official road.

But when he arrived in Jingzhou City, Song Yan found an inn to live in, not wanting to disturb the King of Chu at all.

In the upper room of the inn, the waiter who led them into the room was left behind by Song Yan. Ji Zhao understood and quickly handed the waiter a piece of silver.

Song Yan said: "Second Brother, let me ask you something. Is His Royal Highness King Chu in the palace?"

The waiter in the shop was stunned, and made a gesture to return the money: "How do we ordinary people know about the things in the palace, I can't accept the money from the young master."

Song Yan thought for a while and asked again: "Then, have you ever heard that the King of Chu has any hobbies? For example, cultivating to become a fairy? Or like to listen to some Buddhist teachings?"

The waiter in the shop suddenly realized, and then accepted all the money: "Young master, I am afraid that he wants to give gifts to His Royal Highness Chu Wang to seek an official position. Let me tell you, it is useless. This His Royal Highness Chu did not know what kind of stimulation he received at the beginning of last year. Well, the palace doesn’t live anymore, so it’s secluded in this city, and the yards that enter and exit three times, His Royal Highness the King of Chu would set up an iron pot and sell pancakes on the street on weekdays!”

Song Yan was a little surprised, very puzzled: "He is a majestic king of Chu, how could he sell cakes in the street."

"That's not it." The waiter in the shop also felt amazing: "At first we thought that the king of Chu was just doing it on a whim, but we didn't expect it to take so long. It's been almost two years. Unless it rains heavily, the king of Chu will definitely go to the street. A cake seller."

Song Yan scratched his head in confusion, then signaled the waiter to leave.

Song Yan still couldn't believe what he heard, the king of Chu was selling cakes on the street!

As the uncle of the current emperor, he actually sells cakes on the street!

What kind of people-friendly life is he living? Song Yan even wants to experience it.

Ji Zhao watched Song Yan's eyes start to light up, and quickly called him: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, do we still have to go see the King of Chu?"

Song Yan pursed her lips and thought for a while: "See you! Let's meet secretly! I can't reveal my identity, but I want to see if the cake baked by King Chu is delicious!"

Ji Zhao was stunned for a moment, very puzzled, the king of Chu sold cakes on the street, which was a disgrace to the royal family, anyone would say that he is a dignified prince, but he didn't expect that Song Yan didn't care about anything, he just wanted to know Are the cakes he bakes delicious?

But thinking about it again, Song Yan who has such weird ideas is the emperor he likes the most.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Yan didn't ask others to follow him, but let them go to play by themselves, while he took Ji Zhao to the stall where King Chu sold cakes on the street.

King Chu Meatloaf.

From a distance, Song Yan saw the fluttering signboard flag, and there was a small stall next to it with three tables, which was very simple.

And the King of Chu was only thirty years old, and he was in his prime, so he started making meatloaf with a serious face at this moment.

He sticks all the meatloaf on the inner wall of the furnace barrel, and let the charcoal fire in the barrel bake the meatloaf until both sides are golden and the meat is fragrant.

Song Yan swallowed her saliva: "Is Mingyue hungry? I invite you to eat King Chu's meatloaf."

Looking at Song Yan's appearance, Ji Zhao nodded slightly and followed behind Song Yan, crossing the endlessly flowing streets, towards the king of Chu's meat pie stand.

After making cakes for others, the king of Chu, who received the money, saw Song Yan standing in front of the stall, looked at him with some scrutiny, and said after a long time, "This young master also wants to buy meatloaf?"

Song Yan nodded: "I heard from people in Jingzhou City that if you come to Jingzhou and don't eat your King Chu meatloaf, it's nothing. So, I will bring my brother to taste it."

Song Yan sat down with Ji Zhao as he was talking, and the King of Chu quickly picked up the teapot and poured tea for the two of them. Then he picked up two of his own meatloaf and put them in front of them, proudly saying:

"This meat pie is made by myself. It must be eaten while it is hot. The skin of the pie is crispy and tender. The meat in this pie is chopped and prepared by my wife. There is no such smell in ordinary places."

Song Yan sniffed the aroma of the pancake, grabbed one with bare hands, it was quite hot, but the aroma tempted him to pick up the pancake again, took a bite, the gravy was soaked in the pancake, and the pancake was extra crispy and tender, it was indeed a good time to take advantage of it. Eat it hot, once it is cold, even if it is reheated, it will lose the original taste of the meatloaf.

Song Yan happily ate one, then asked for another, and finally planned to take a few back to share with Chang Lu Yu Boyan and the others.

Song Yan was drinking tea, puzzled and said, "I have a question. They all say that you are the uncle of His Majesty the Emperor. You are clearly the King of Chu. Why are you still selling cakes on the street?"

While making cakes, the King of Chu said: "Many people have asked me this way, asking me whether it is comfortable to be a prince or to sell cakes. I am a prince, and I respond to each other. I eat delicious food and drink spicy food, and I wear brocade clothes. Walking, sitting, and sleeping are all served by someone, this small business of selling cakes with meager profits, getting up early and working late every day, is still so hard."

Song Yan also nodded: "That's right, it's been so hard, why did you give up your position as King of Chu and come here to sell cakes on the street?"

The King of Chu looked around, then smiled at Song Yan and said:

"Because other people make cakes to make money, and I make cakes for my hobby. I don't have to worry about food and clothing, right? Firstly, making cakes can get close to the common people, and secondly, it can pass the daily leisure time. If If it rains or snows, my health is not good, and I can still avoid it, so, ah, selling cakes is a hobby, and being a prince is a confidence."

Song Yan originally thought that he would hear some thought-provoking life insights, but in the end he didn't expect to hear a little bit of showing off.

Song Yan didn't know whether to laugh or not, he was too self-willed as a prince, why did he have such a sense of life, and plotted chaos in previous lives?

Could it be that he has only now found the joy of life?

No, he can't waste his life like this. If King Chu gave up his life, how can he retreat!

So Song Yan decided that he should help King Chu regain the dignity and joy of being a prince, instead of selling cakes on the street. For such things, he should let himself replace him.

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Song Yan: Don't be afraid, uncle, I will help you find your ideals in life.

King Chu: I don't, I refuse, I don't need it.