I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

Ji Zhao didn't just leave to rest just because of Song Yan's order.

He felt that Yan Wang's mansion was not peaceful, so naturally he would not abandon Song Yan, so Ji Zhao stepped on the wall and the roof when no one was paying attention, and looked down at the entire palace and Song Yan. The Hengwu Courtyard where he lived.

The evening wind in early summer was still a bit cool, Ji Zhao held the long sword in his arms and hid himself in the darkness.

Hearing the faint chirping of insects, Ji Zhao leaned on the roof, quietly lifted a tile, and stared quietly at everything in the bedroom.

Song Yan was lying on the bed at the moment, maybe because of his status, he just lay on the bed in a well-behaved manner, seemingly sleeping but not sleeping, extraordinarily quiet.

A smile gradually formed on Ji Zhao's face, which was hot, admiring, and even vaguely expectant.

Ji Zhao can't do without Song Yan, even watching him sleep from a distance like this, Ji Zhao's heart beats very fast, recalling those times when he slept together, the curvature of Ji Zhao's lips can't bear it. Can't help but raise it again.

With a sudden squeak, Ji Zhao found that the door of Song Yan's bedroom was gently pushed open, and Song Yan was sleeping on the bed just right, as if he didn't notice that someone had entered the bedroom.

I thought it would be some kind of killer, but it was just a maid from the palace, who came to deliver tea.

Only then did Ji Zhao's nervous heart relax, but the next moment, Ji Zhao felt that the servant girl was behaving badly. She stood in front of Song Yan's bed, called His Majesty twice, and when no one responded, she stretched out her hand and untied her clothes.

Ji Zhao turned his head quickly not to look at the woman's appearance, but he was worried about Song Yan's safety, so he had to turn around and saw that the woman with the bellyband on her body lifted Song Yan's quilt and lay on him side.

Ji Zhao was shocked.

He stood up from the roof, unable to restrain the surge in his heart, and jumped off the roof.

He knew that Song Yan was the emperor, and there would definitely be women in the harem, but he never thought that there would be women so eager to climb onto Song Yan's bed with such sinister tricks.

Such a scheming woman, even if she entered the harem, would not really like Song Yan.

Ji Zhao felt dissatisfied, and quietly pushed open the door of the bedroom and walked in, but found that Song Yan had gone somewhere except for the woman on the bed.

Ji Zhao was startled, and when he was about to turn around, he saw Song Yan holding up a pillow, which nearly hit Ji Zhao's head with it.

After seeing clearly that it was Ji Zhao, Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and put the pillow in his hand on the table: "Why are you here? I thought it was an assassin."

Ji Zhao watched Song Yanwu sitting at the table and pouring tea, and then looked back at the sleeping woman on the bed: "Your Majesty, that woman..."

"Dizzy." Song Yan said lightly, "I fold the bed, every time I go to a new place, it takes a few days to get used to it before I can fall asleep."

Ji Zhao thought about it for a while, but the few times he and Song Yan slept in the same bed, Song Yan slept soundly, and there was no sign of breaking the bed at all.

Song Yan put down the teacup and looked at it with some doubts: "Didn't I tell you to rest, why are you still here?"

Ji Zhao pursed his lips and said softly, "This subordinate couldn't sleep. When I came out, I saw someone entering His Majesty's room. I'm afraid it would be bad for His Majesty, so I came here."

Song Yan held the teacup and looked straight at Ji Zhao: "Aren't you afraid of spoiling my good deeds by entering the house so rashly?"

Hearing what Song Yan said, Ji Zhao's heart sank, and he felt a little apprehensive: "This subordinate is reckless."

Song Yan looked up at the uncovered tile under the roof, but it was only about an inch away, but Song Yan could just see it when he was lying on the bed.

Song Yan knew that Ji Zhao was afraid that he would be in danger in Yan Wang's mansion, so he made such a bad plan, and naturally he would not blame him:

"Okay, don't tease you, let him sleep here for now."

Ji Zhao saluted, but noticed something strange about Song Yan, he kept tugging at the collar of his clothes, and even his face was flushed.

Ji Zhao was a little worried: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yan sighed: "I don't know, it's just a little hot, it's only early summer, so it shouldn't be so hot."

Ji Zhao watched Song Yan drink water non-stop, his collar was almost torn by him, so he walked over and snatched the cup in his hand and sniffed it lightly. When he looked back at Song Yan, he only felt his expression Blurred, almost dizzy.

"Your Majesty, there may be something wrong with the water."

"What did you say?" Song Yan didn't understand Ji Zhao's words at all, but kept shaking her head, trying to clear her increasingly blurred vision.

However, to no avail.

Ji Zhao looked at the woman on the bed, with a gloomy look in his eyes, then looked at Song Yan in front of him, and quickly bent down to hug Song Yan into his arms.

At that moment, all of Ji Zhao's warm breath was poured into Song Yan's nostrils, so strong that only Ji Zhao's smell was left around, very familiar with An Xin, but he still couldn't hold back the restlessness in his heart:

"Bright moon—bright moon—"

Song Yan called softly, her lips were on Ji Zhao's neck, the ambiguous beauty made Ji Zhao almost unable to move his legs.

Perhaps because of the effect of the medicine, Song Yan's voice is extremely soft at this moment, and the gentleness can melt the thousand-year-old black ice. Ji Zhao stamped his feet, looked at Song Yan in his arms, and for a moment didn't know whether to step out of the room.

"Mingyue—I'm so hot."

Song Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed Ji Zhao's collar, but after losing his mind for a moment, Ji Zhao immediately recovered his sanity, hugged Song Yan, and went to the next room where Chang Lu was resting.

Seeing Song Yan blushing and tugging at Ji Zhao's collar again, Chang Lu was startled: "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Ji Zhao put Song Yan on Chang Lu's bed, and hurriedly turned around and said: "Go and find Brother Qi, Brother Qi knows some Qihuang techniques, go quickly."

Seeing Ji Zhao calmly ordering, Chang Lu hurried out of the house, but pulled Qi Ruotang over after a while, followed by Yu Boyan naturally.

Seeing Song Yan's flushed face and restless body twisting on the bed, Qi Ruotang could confirm even if he didn't have a pulse: "Your Majesty, he seems to have been drugged with honey acacia."

Ji Zhao is only 16 years old, so naturally he doesn't know what honey acacia is: "What is that?"

Yu Boyan covered his lips and coughed lightly: "It's a thing used between men and women, it's intended to aphrodisiac."

Ji Zhao's face turned red immediately: "Then Your Majesty..."

Qi Ruotang hurried over and told Ji Zhao to hold Song Yan down, his blurred eyes stared straight at Ji Zhao, his lips parted slightly, calling for the bright moon.

Ji Zhao almost couldn't restrain himself when he heard that whisper.

Qi Ruotang took out the silver needle, and only inserted it after making sure that Song Yan could not move.

After a while, Song Yan settled down, the flush on his face gradually faded, and his eyes gradually cleared up. Looking at the few people standing in front of the bed, he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled:

"Why are you here... where is this?"

Chang Lu quickly knelt down in front of the bed, his eyes were red and said: "Your Majesty, is Your Majesty feeling better now?"

Song Yan tried his best to recall what happened before. He just drank two cups of hot tea in the bedroom, and he couldn't remember what happened afterwards, so why did he appear here, and the acupuncture points on his body were still pierced. Silver needle, then he doesn't even know.

Ji Zhao's face was gloomy, and the cruelty in his eyes became more and more obvious: "This is someone who will harm His Majesty, and my subordinates will definitely not let her go."

Song Yan was a little puzzled, harming him?

So he nearly died just now?

But after thinking about it, he seemed to feel hot all over. If it was poisoning, it wouldn't be hot all over.

"What happened to me?" Song Yan asked.

After Qi Ruotang and Yu Boyan looked at each other, they said in a low voice: "Your Majesty fell in love for a while after being hit by honeysuckle. Fortunately, this medicine has no side effects. Right now, it has curbed the onset of honeysuckle for His Majesty. I just need to sleep well, tomorrow It'll be fine."

Song Yan heard it in a cloud, and knew that when he carefully recalled the word honey acacia, his heart panicked and he was very unhappy.

Song Yan made a good plan to be poisoned by the King of Yan, and even dismissed the guards, but he didn't expect that in the end, it turned out to be a low-handed method like drugging love.

Thinking of the woman who is still lying in his bedroom, Song Yan couldn't help feeling sick, and it wasn't until Qi Ruotang pulled out the needle that Song Yan sat up and said:

"What happened tonight, don't say anything."

"His Majesty……"

Song Yan raised his hand to signal that they don't need to say more, and then said: "I'm afraid there will be follow-up to the matter of administering the medicine tonight. Now that I have cured the poison, I must not have fallen into the trap of King Yan, so I will keep quiet for the time being. What's your plan?"

The four people in front of the bed cupped their fists and saluted, and answered in unison.

Song Yan was angry, he didn't like being teased and applauded like this, and was drugged with love, so even if he intended to abdicate to King Yan, Song Yan had to think carefully about this alone.

Even if he doesn't give up his seat to King Yan, he will have to avenge his revenge today!

As for abdicating, he will still think of a way!

as predicted.

Before dawn the next day, there was a commotion in the Palace of King Yan, and the whole palace became noisy.

Ji Zhao stood at the gate of the Hengwu Courtyard where Song Yan lived, looked at the soldiers who were looking for someone, and hurriedly said, "What are you looking for? Your Majesty is still asleep. You are so noisy, don't disturb His Majesty's peace." Dream."

Seeing Ji Zhao's ugly expression, the housekeeper quickly lost his smile and said, "My lord is the prince's favorite concubine. Mrs. Rui is gone. She was still in the mansion yesterday evening. Her maid came to the prince early this morning and said that Mrs. Rui Last night, I was supposed to deliver soup to the prince, but unexpectedly I never went back."

Ji Zhao stared at the butler, and couldn't help frowning: "Madam Rui?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the butler's eyes, looking behind Ji Zhao.

Ji Zhao hurriedly looked back, only to see the woman who delivered the tea last night appeared at the door of Song Yan's bedroom in a red dress with disheveled hair, looking flustered.

The housekeeper's face was pale, and he looked at Ji Zhao in disbelief: "Rui... Mrs. Rui."

At this moment, Ji Zhao realized that the person who delivered the tea last night was not a maid. He didn't expect it to be the prince's concubine. This show was good.

The prince's concubine climbed onto the emperor's bed.

Ji Zhao pursed his lips and smiled, and saw Mrs. Rui bumping towards the pillars on the porch, and immediately fell to the ground. In this way, even Ji Zhao was a little surprised.

——Isn’t it true that you didn’t do anything, just hit the wall and killed yourself?

As a result, after the butler called Mrs. Rui a few times, he immediately turned around and ordered someone to invite the prince, saying that he had found Mrs. Rui.

But Ji Zhao was still standing at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the red shadow lying on the ground with a sullen expression.

——Since you delivered it to your door, don't blame me for being rude.