I want to abdicate every day [Rebirth]

Song Yan really heard the last three words that Shi Zi said.

Immortal——

Immortal! ! !

Song Yan stared at the prince who was kneeling on the ground, and suddenly felt that something was wrong in his head, so he couldn't help asking again: "No, how can there be gods in this world?"

The prince trembled all over: "It is because of this strange thing that I have been hiding it all the time, but I have seen all this with my own eyes. Before my father ascended to immortality, I specially entrusted my minister, saying that he was going to ascend to heaven with the old immortal. I will take care of all the medium and small matters, and my father once missed some things and felt ashamed of His Majesty, so in order to save my life, I had better resign my title to Your Majesty."

Song Yan clutched his chest, only feeling a lump of air rushing back and forth in his chest, Song Yan endured the discomfort and said, "Are you ashamed of me?"

The prince trembled all over and kept silent, Song Yan probably guessed what was going on.

Song Yan said, "And then?"

The prince continued: "The nights of these two days have been neither wind nor rain. Unexpectedly, last night, my father took a bath, changed clothes, and stood in the yard, saying that he was waiting to cross his voice, and then there was a purple thunder. Slashed into the palace, father... father disappeared without a trace."

Listening to Shizi's surprised narration method, Song Yan felt the anger in his heart go straight to his forehead, his eye sockets were also extraordinarily hot, and tears fell down.

There is no way to pass this day!

There is no way to pass this day!

Song Yan roared repeatedly in his heart, but the grievance in his heart turned into tears at this moment, falling one after another.

The prince and Chang Lu were so frightened that they stepped forward to support Song Yan.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you, Your Majesty?"

"Don't cry, Your Majesty. My father has gone to immortality, nothing else. This is a good thing. Don't cry, Your Majesty."

——Bah, who is crying for your father, I am crying for myself!My life is so miserable!Why do you want me to suffer this crime, I want to die too.

Song Yan felt aggrieved, but somehow she couldn't hold back her tears, and now it's all right, the son who thought it was a good thing to be promoted to immortality is now leaning over in front of Song Yan, crying into tears.

"Father——father, why did you leave this big family behind, father, you can feel the kindness your Majesty has for you, father——father—"

The son was crying and mourning, which brought his two children over, but they were only about four years old, seeing the son crying sadly at this moment, the two children immediately opened their throats and howled.

At that moment, the main hall of the Wangfu seemed to have fallen into a pile of hornets, and the cries were loud, especially when the cries mixed together, those who didn't know why were buzzing.

Standing outside the hall, Ji Zhao looked at Song Yan who was weeping silently from afar, always feeling that the sadness in his eyes really made him uncomfortable.

Such eclipse, as if it would never be bright again, Ji Zhao was a little flustered, but the next moment Song Yan closed his eyes and passed out.

Ji Zhao left everyone behind and rushed over at a windy speed, hugging Song Yan into his arms.

Seeing that the emperor was fainted, the prince stopped crying, and asked people to take the two children down, and hurriedly led Ji Zhao to the guest room in the backyard.

The doctor serving in the palace quickly ran towards the guest room. Seeing that the son was about to salute, Ji Zhao dragged him to the bed, drew his sword and put it on the doctor's shoulder, glaring and said:

"Hurry up and give my son a diagnosis and treatment. If there is any delay, I will kill you!"

Ji Zhao's eyes were red, and his expression was particularly sinister. The doctor was so frightened that his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. Yu Boyan hurriedly took Ji Zhao aside, and the prince took his place.

Seeing the doctor taking Song Yan's pulse, Yu Boyan and Qi Ruotang pulled Ji Zhao aside:

"You were too scary just now."

Ji Zhao's eyes fixed on Song Yan on the bed: "He is Your Majesty."

Qi Ruotang: "I know, but it's a doctor, you have to let the doctor treat you first."

Yu Boyan: "If you care about it, you will be in chaos. I know that you were recommended by His Majesty to join the Forbidden Army. You are grateful to His Majesty, but now there is a doctor here, can we calm down?"

Qi Ruotang: "There is Chang Lu serving here."

Ji Zhao: "I don't, I want to guard His Majesty, and nothing will happen to him."

Ji Zhao broke free from the restraint of the two people, and came to the bed with a cold face, the doctor's hands trembled in fright, and he had to check the pulse again.

After waiting for the pulse diagnosis, the doctor looked at Ji Zhao tremblingly, and then at Shizi, hesitant to speak.

The prince hurriedly said: "What's wrong with this young master? How did he faint?"

The doctor looked at Ji Zhao with a cold face, swallowed, and whispered, "I'm afraid he will kill me."

As soon as he said this, Ji Zhao wanted to draw his sword again. Fortunately, Qi Ruotang stopped him in time, and the doctor also sneaked behind Shizi in a hurry, and then said cautiously:

"There is nothing wrong with this young man. He has a strong pulse and a strong body. The fainting at this moment is probably caused by Qi stagnation in his heart. As long as he injects needles in the human body, he will wake up."

Ji Zhao: "Then give the needle quickly!"

The doctor was a little timid: "I was so scared by you that my hands trembled, and I couldn't pierce it."

Ji Zhao: "I'm coming!"

Seeing that Ji Zhao agreed to this matter, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took out the silver needle from the medicine box, and carefully handed it to Ji Zhao, the doctor said:

"The acupuncture points for this person are extremely critical, you have to pinpoint them."

Ji Zhao glanced back at him, the doctor immediately shut up, and then Ji Zhao cautiously walked towards Song Yan's crowd holding the silver needle.

Ji Zhao was often ill when he was young, and it was common for him to go to the medical clinic to get needles. Later, he followed his father to practice martial arts in order not to get sick. Of course, he knew this acupuncture point well, but at this moment, his hand holding the silver needle was close to Song Yan's lips. By the side, feeling the gradual warmth, he felt his heart beat extra fast.

Doctor: "Zha."

Ji Zhao glanced back, and the doctor immediately covered his mouth and shrank back.

Ji Zhao clenched the silver needle again, licked his lips, and then stuck the needle into Song Yan's person.

With this punch, Song Yan immediately opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath, before finally letting it out slowly.

Ji Zhao withdrew his hand, his heartbeat was exceptionally good, as if for a moment, his hand touched Song Yan's lips, it was warm and soft, it seemed very comfortable...

Song Yan looked sideways at the dark group of people in front of him, and the first thing he saw was Ji Zhao sitting by the bed:

"Mingyue—"

Song Yan's call made Ji Zhao's heart go cold, but when he answered, the temperature on his face became hotter and hotter.

"Why is your face so red?"

Song Yan's next sentence made Ji Zhao's body stiff, and he seemed to get up and rush out of the guest room through the crowd.

The doctor saw Song Yan go away viciously, and then he took Song Yan's pulse again and said: "Young master is fine, just take two pastes of tranquilizing medicine and you will be fine."

The prince agreed, and after saluting the doctor, Chang Lu followed the doctor to prescribe the medicine.

Song Yan lay on the bed, just sighing loudly.

The prince also sighed, and then said wistfully: "Your Majesty and the minister's father are only cousins, but they would be so sad if they didn't want to. What should I do?"

Song Yan glanced at it, but did not answer.

Is he crying for his father?Don't be beautiful, he is crying himself.

Song Yan remembered that since he was reborn for so long, in order not to repeat the same mistakes, he racked his brains to abdicate and live a normal life, but why did those who wanted to be emperors change their minds?

Didn't he just want to succeed the crown prince? Why did King Gaochang die of a serious illness from fright?

He really wanted to pass on the throne to King Qinghe, but he unexpectedly became a monk by mistake.

This king of Gaoyi is even worse, he didn't do anything, he just sent a congratulatory gift, and he left home to travel around the rivers and lakes!

King Wencheng is even more unreliable. Before he even arrived at Wencheng Mansion, he was promoted to immortal——

Immortal!How fucking ridiculous.

Song Yan cursed in his heart, but then he remembered that he had been educated since he was a child, so he shouldn't swear, but this time he really couldn't help it.

Song Yan didn't look at Shizi, but turned his face away, weeping again.

He just wants to abdicate, why is it so difficult, being an emperor is difficult, abdicating is even more difficult, even being assassinated by an assassin is difficult, it is so difficult!

The prince felt that he should not stay in the guest room at this moment, otherwise the emperor would feel uncomfortable when he saw him.

So the prince comforted Song Yan a few words, and then asked to leave the guest room.

Yu Boyan on the corridor outside the house looked at Ji Zhao in front of him, surrounded him with Qi Ruotang, and looked at him with a smile:

"Mingyue, why did you blush just now?"

Qi Ruotang also smiled cunningly: "That's right, tell me, what are you thinking?"

Yu Boyan: "I just saw that you touched His Majesty's mouth, didn't you think of something else..."

Ji Zhao was taken aback, and his face was a little cold: "It's none of your business."

While talking, Ji Zhao wanted to leave, but Yu Boyan saw Ji Zhao stop him, Qi Ruotang also joined, Ji Zhao had no chance to escape at all.

Ji Zhao said with a cold face: "If you continue to arrange your majesty like this, I will tell him to dismiss you, punish you, and take your heads!"

As soon as Ji Zhao said this, the two Qi Yu unconsciously touched their necks, and then stepped aside and said:

"You kid is not authentic."

Ji Zhao looked back and smiled at them triumphantly, and ran into the guest room quickly, just in time to bump into Chang Lu and the doctor going to decoct medicine, so he entered the room without hesitation, and stood by Song Yan's bed.

"His Majesty--"

"Call other." Song Yan quickly interrupted Ji Zhao's words.

Ji Zhao was stunned for a moment, he didn't seem to understand what was wrong with his call, but Song Yan didn't want to listen, so he didn't call, but moved a stool and sat by the bed to watch over Song Yan, holding a fan on one side for him. Fanning:

"Brother Yan, are you cool?"

Song Yan responded, brother Yan seemed to be very useful to him.

Ji Zhao nodded and smiled: "Brother Yan, are you still feeling uncomfortable now? If it's a quack doctor, I'll beat him right away."

Song Yan looked at Ji Zhao's tense appearance, and couldn't help but smiled: "I'm not feeling uncomfortable, but I'm tired and panicked, and I can't lift up my strength. Mingyue, you can accompany me—you can talk to me."

Ji Zhao didn't understand why Song Yan would suddenly change his name, and there was no outsider here, so there was no need to conceal his identity.

If it was someone else, they would probably think that Song Yan's fatigue at the moment was caused by grief, or because of King Wencheng.

But Ji Zhao knew it wasn't. When the son cried for King Wencheng in front of him, Song Yan's eyes were not moved, especially when he changed his name just now. Ji Zhao felt that Song Yan was not for King Wencheng, but most likely for himself.

Ji Zhao said cautiously: "Brother Yan, don't worry, as long as I'm here, I won't make you unhappy in the future!"

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Song Yan: I can't live through this day, why hasn't anyone come to kill me yet! [Howling and crying.jpg]