I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

Ji Zhao's 17th birthday was his first day as an imperial guard.

On the shoulder and neck of the narrow-sleeved clothes, there is a group of carp embroidered, the net scarf is tied with a bun, the rope of the hat is knotted under the neck, a long knife is slung around the waist, and thick-soled official boots are worn under the feet. He is very handsome and handsome.

On New Year's Eve, Song Yan drank more wine with all the courtiers in the Zichen Palace. At this moment, the banquet was over. Song Yan sat alone on the dragon chair, poured a glass of wine, and drank it with his head raised. Ji Zhao came from the Zichen Palace. He came in, looked at Song Yan who was sitting on the dragon chair, saluted slightly, and then walked towards him.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late now, it's time to go back and rest."

Ji Zhao's voice rang in Song Yan's ears. Song Yan paused holding the jug, gave Ji Zhao a sleepy look, smiled and pulled him to his side, poured him a glass of wine, and handed it over to him. to his lips:

"Little Mingyue, drink with me."

Ji Zhao sniffed the faint smell of alcohol, and couldn't help saying: "I'm not good at drinking, Your Majesty, it's better to go back to the palace to rest."

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Song Yan was very wronged in his heart. After thinking about it for so many years, he did a lot of things to abdicate, but in the end, he was the one who sat on the throne. Song Yan felt wronged, very wronged.

He grabbed Ji Zhao's hand and forcibly pulled him to sit beside him, handed the wine glass to his mouth again, blushed, breathed out alcohol and said, "Drink it for me."

Ji Zhao couldn't resist the drunk in front of him. He thought he had never drank alcohol when he was so old, so he just took a sip tentatively, but Song Yan laughed at him if he didn't want to:

"Hahaha, you kid really never drank."

Song Yan stretched out his hand and rubbed Ji Zhao's head, and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

It was just an act of drinking, but it made Ji Zhao blush instantly.

The place where Song Yan drank just now was where Ji Zhao sipped the wine, and Song Yan didn't seem to shy away from it, but directly drank the rest of the wine.

Ji Zhao's heart was beating fast, and he was very nervous.

Finally, there was no more wine in the jug, and Song Yan hurriedly called Chang Lu to get another drink, but was stopped by Ji Zhao, who helped Song Yan up: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you can't drink anymore. I will send you back to rest."

As soon as Song Yan stood up, his feet felt like he was stepping on cotton, his feet were entangled, and he fell to the ground. Fortunately, Ji Zhao had quick eyes and quick hands, hugged him, and placed him under Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't get up, but lay on Ji Zhao's body.

The servants came over in panic, ready to help him up, but unexpectedly they heard Song Yan faintly sobbing as soon as he got closer.

Song Yan's face was buried in Ji Zhao's neck, weeping faintly, with deep grievances, Ji Zhao comforted him softly:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

"I have worked so hard, I am so tired, why not let me die."

Song Yan murmured in a low voice, but Ji Zhao's heart trembled slightly, and he unconsciously hugged him tighter: "Your Majesty..."

Song Yan: "I have lived for so long, but the days outside the palace are the happiest. I like cutting rice, I like digging sweet potatoes, and I like working."

Ji Zhao listened quietly. Gradually, Song Yan's voice became quieter, and he could no longer hear him. Ji Zhao called again, but after no response, he signaled Chang Lu and other servants to help Song Yan up.

The drunken Song Yan's cheeks were flushed, with grievances on his face, and he slept just right.

Ji Zhao squatted in front of him, and said softly, "Eunuch Chang, I will carry His Majesty back to Ganlu Palace."

Chang Lu was stunned for a moment, and after saluting, he carefully placed Song Yan on Ji Zhao's back, and walked out of Zichen Hall with protection along the way.

With the lengthy palace road and the cold candlelight, Ji Zhao carried Song Yan on his back, abandoned his steps, and walked towards the Ganlu Hall step by step.

Hearing the sound of even breathing from his neck, Ji Zhao bowed his head and thought carefully about Song Yan's words.

Being an emperor is hard work. According to Song Yan's size, he shouldn't be so light, but when Song Yan changed his clothes that day, he found that Song Yan was really too thin. After working so hard on state affairs, his body was so thin in the end.

But as a guard of the Forbidden Army, how can he help Song Yan share the burden?

In what name, what ability do you have to share for Song Yan?

The more Ji Zhao thought about it, the more he felt that what he had thought before was wrong, and he should do something instead of staying by Song Yan's side and just guarding him, even if he wanted to, now is not the time.

Thinking of this, Ji Zhao made up his mind to be a person who can share Song Yan's worries.

In March of Yangchun, the Northern Liao army sent [-] soldiers to Yanmen Pass, and there was a moment of turmoil in the court. It was completely unexpected that the Northern Liao army would suddenly send troops.

The king of Yan led troops to garrison Yanzhou City, and asked the [-] elite soldiers he had planned to rebel to go to Yanmen Pass to support, so as to buy time for the court.

In Song Yan's memory, Beiliao shouldn't have sent troops so early. Could it be because of him that everything was brought forward?Song Yan didn't dare to guess at all, but when he was sure, only one person could be invincible against Beiliao.

In the imperial garden, Song Yan was sitting in the gazebo, looking at the pool of unwavering spring water with deep eyes.

The tea on the stone table was a bit cold, but he still had no intention of drinking it. Chang Lu stood by his side and couldn't help but nervously said:

"Your Majesty, my servant will give you a cup of hot tea instead."

With this sound, Song Yan turned around to look at him, then looked at the water and said, "I'm not thirsty, where is Ji Zhao?"

Chang Lu said: "It's not the season's guard duty right now, I'm afraid it's in the school grounds."

Song Yan responded, and his mind was full of the appearance of Ji Zhao wearing armor in front of him in previous generations, very mighty.

But now Ji Zhao grew up beside him, but at the age of 17, Song Yan would still be very reluctant to let him go to the battlefield, after all, he was the child he watched grow up with his own eyes.

"Ugh--"

Song Yan sighed, hearing the footsteps behind him, and then Chang Lu said: "Your Majesty, Guard Ji is asking to see you."

Song Yan was a little surprised, and quickly turned his head to look at Ji Zhao. With a bright smile on his face, Ji Zhao clasped his fists at Song Yan and saluted:

"I have seen Your Majesty."

Song Yan looked at his appearance, and couldn't help saying: "Why are you here, isn't it inappropriate?"

Ji Zhao said: "The minister is here to ask His Majesty to issue an order."

Song Yan was puzzled.

Ji Zhaodao: "I still remember that Your Majesty once promised me to be a general. Now I don't want to be a general. Even a vanguard is fine. Your majesty, please go to Yanmen Pass to guard the country."

Song Yan looked at Ji Zhao in surprise, a little unbelievable, he got up and walked in front of Ji Zhao, with a solemn expression: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Ji Zhao clasped his fists: "I know that at this time, the army from the Northern Liao Dynasty is coming to invade. As a man of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, I should contribute to the country. What I have learned is all given by your majesty. At this moment, I will repay your majesty." It's time."

Song Yan: "That's a real battlefield, it's not going to patrol the border with the border guards outside Yanzhou Mansion."

Ji Zhao's expression was firm: "I know it, and it is precisely because I know it that I want to ask for orders to go to the battlefield. I want to make military exploits and live up to your majesty's expectations."

Song Yan stared straight at the young man in front of him, unable to speak for a while.

He believed that Ji Zhao had the ability to quell the war in the northern border, and he knew that Ji Zhao was born to belong to the battlefield, and he was still thinking about whether to let Ji Zhao lead the army.

But now he himself made this request, which made Song Yan very embarrassed.

In the end, considering the current opportunity, Song Yan couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. He closed his eyes and nodded, "Okay, then I will allow you to lead the army."

Ji Zhao showed joy, then clasped his fists, and solemnly agreed.

The courtiers were all very surprised that Song Yan used an unknown young man as the vanguard of Yubei.

After all, the soldiers and horses of the Northern Liao Dynasty were fierce and powerful, but Song Yan appointed a young man to be the vanguard of the Northern Liao Dynasty, which is really a joke.

Song Yan said, "Since ancient times, heroes have come out of youth. Although Beiliao has strong generals, Ji Zhao may not be vulnerable to a single blow."

For this reason, Song Yan specially allowed Ji Zhao to return to his original name and go out with the Imperial Army.

In front of the Xuanwu Gate on the morning of the ninth day of March.

The troops of the Royal Northern Army stood in front of the palace gate in a uniform manner, with banners unfurled, and a murderous aura rushed towards them.

After Song Yan and Marshal Yubei gave a few instructions, he saw Ji Zhao in silver armor, his helmet was fluttering in the wind, and the hem of his cloak was flapping against his armor.

Song Yan watched Ji Zhao walk towards him, reached out to hold his helmet, and nodded with satisfaction: "I know, you won't let me down."

Ji Zhaozai looked at Song Yan carefully, the tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing, Ji Zhaozai said: "I am going to the northern border, and I don't know when I will come back. Your Majesty, take care of everything and don't take any more risks."

Song Yan nodded, and then said: "In the army, you must listen to the Marshal and don't rush into it. Although they all know your relationship with me, I don't want you to be arrogant and disobey the Marshal's orders because of this."

Ji Zhao pouted: "But the general is outside, and the military orders are not accepted. If he is wrong, I will not listen to him."

Song Yan was about to refute his words, but then he thought about what he said was not unreasonable, but the marshal is also his own marshal, so naturally he can't treat one more favorably than the other: "I told the marshal, let him control you for me."

Ji Zhaoyang smiled: "I know."

Song Yan smiled reassuringly: "Mingyue, although I allow you to use your original name, I still want to call you Mingyue. Remember, life comes first in everything, you know? I want you to come back alive to see me .”

Ji Zhao nodded: "Mingyue promised Your Majesty that she will live well and come back with a great victory. Please don't break your promise."

Song Yan was puzzled: "Break your promise? What are you referring to?"

Ji Zhao smiled slyly: "Naturally, it's His Majesty's edict to bestow marriage. Your Majesty doesn't want to deny it, right?"

Song Yan had no choice but to say, "You, fight hard, don't overthink. When you return to the capital with military achievements, don't mention marriage. You just want to get a ten-room wife, and I will allow it."

Ji Zhaodao: "You don't need as many houses as Shifang, just one is fine. That minister will definitely work hard to kill the thieves and calm down the northern border. Please wait for the good news, Your Majesty."

Song Yan nodded, seeing that the soldiers in front of him saluted him and shouted long live, then he watched Ji Zhao and the marshal mounted their horses together and walked out of the city.

From a distance, Ji Zhao looked back at Song Yan and waved at him, causing Song Yan to frown. Only then did Ji Zhao ride the horse properly, and gradually, his eyes were covered by the fluttering banners. Finally, these soldiers who were going out of the city to gather with the troops outside the city disappeared at the gate of the city.

Song Yan still stood in front of the palace gate, and sighed in the direction of the army going away.

Ji Zhao's fate has finally returned to the right track...

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Ji Zhao: I will be eighteen soon! !It's time to xxx! !