He bent over his desk and used the sharp edge of his sword to inscribe something on the golden book.

It was a bit unfamiliar at first, but after a while I became proficient and became very good at writing.

Not far away, when the young Emperor Dali finished changing his clothes, Zhao Rong completed the inscription on a golden book.

He put away the documents, calmly picked up the golden book, and under the nervous eyes of Dugu and others, he read out the document in which he prayed to heaven to repay his merits.

All around, the procedures were strictly followed, and solemn ritual music was played at the same time.

Zhao Rong's sonorous and powerful voice, mixed with ritual music, spread throughout the mountain top in the mountain wind.

The Dugu family and other dignitaries from Dali breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is just a strange and abrupt golden book engraving process. There is no major change. It is a process arranged in advance.

Although I don’t know why this strange Mr. Zhao did this.

The crowd of Dali people who crowded the top of the mountain fell silent and listened to the magnificent ritual music and hymns.

This should be a gift to repay heaven.

At the back of the crowd, Meng Zhengjun, who had become serious since the altar of earth, waited quietly for a while. At this time, he glanced at the young Confucian scholar in front of him who was honestly praising his virtues and merits. He exhaled slightly and relaxed a little.

From this point of view, the amazing gift of repaying the earth at the Temple of Earth was just an accident, or it could be said that this brat's blind cat encountered a dead mouse.

The old-fashioned female gentleman shook her head, then hummed softly, lowered her head in disinterest, and straightened her sleeves.

After a while, Zhao Rong finally carefully read this somewhat obscure inscription word for word.

It seems to be the end of the ceremony.

The crowd cheered loudly, and countless people chanted "Long live Emperor Li".

The young Confucian scholar lowered his eyes, as if he had not heard this, and rolled up the golden book in his hand attentively.

The Young Emperor of Dali stepped forward on the red carpet in the center amidst the cheers of the crowd.

The young emperor and Zhao Rong looked at each other.

The latter handed over the golden book in his hand.

The Young Emperor of Dali solemnly took it with both hands, turned around, and faced the direction of the Temple of Heaven.

The sound in the world gradually stopped, and everyone stared with wide eyes, seriously looking forward to the young emperor's upcoming appearance on the stage - the final step of kneeling down to thank heaven and earth to complete the ceremony of conferring immortality.

The atmosphere on the top of the mountain is solemn, welcoming the arrival of this last moment.

The Young Emperor of Dali walked toward the Temple of Heaven holding a golden book of praises of virtue that he could only understand half of.

However, when he was about to approach the Temple of Heaven, the steps of the young man in dragon robe that attracted much attention suddenly changed.

The position has shifted slightly.

He walked straight towards somewhere next to the Temple of Heaven.

In that direction, there is an ancient thunder osmanthus planted by someone unknown.

Up and down the mountain, the cheers that had just risen among the crowd were like a flame being extinguished by a basin of water.

The whole place was silent.

Your Majesty...what are you going to do? Isn't it to go to the Temple of Heaven to be enshrined? Are you going the wrong way?

Everyone stared blankly at the back of the young emperor, and immediately looked at Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars in charge of conferring Zen.

However, the latter stood there with their hands down, motionless, quietly watching the behavior of the young Emperor Dali.

It's like he already knew it.

Everyone was a little confused.

In the crowd, Meng Zhengjun, who was lowering his head and adjusting his sleeves, made a move.

She slowly raised her head and squinted her eyes to look at... the metal book and the ancient charred thunderwood in Young Disha's hand.

The hand in the old-fashioned woman's sleeve suddenly tampered...

On the other side of the crowd, Dugu Chanyi couldn't stand anymore. He took a step forward hastily, as if he wanted to stop something, but was quickly held back by Daukou and Xuecan.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you can't go, you can't go, you can't break the rules of Dali..."

The two women persuaded in a low voice.

"Aijia...Aijia..."

The noble Empress Dowager Dali's jade legs seemed to be a little weak again. She supported the arms of Daukou and Xuecan to steady her delicate body.

"How dare Zhao Ziyu? How dare! The Aijia...the Aijia fought with him..."

Dugu Chanyi opened her apricot eyes wide, looked into the eyes of Daukou and Xuecan, gritted her silver teeth, and asked incredulously.

"Mom, please calm down...what if...what if it's Mr. Zhao's ingenuity..."

"He's so determined, he just wants to take revenge on the Ai family..."

Dugu Chanyi closed her eyes and raised her head, pinching the silk handkerchief with her orchid fingers, rubbing her brows vigorously, her tone sad.

After a moment of silence, she opened her eyes and stared towards the field to see carefully what the bad man was trying to do.

At this moment, Zhao Rong seemed not to notice the criticism from everyone, and stared intently at the back of the young Emperor Dali.

At this time, in the sight of countless people, the Young Emperor of Dali, holding a golden book in his hand, came to the moon altar and in front of the charred thunderwood.

He stood on tiptoes and placed the golden book carved by the gentleman in his hand into the hole of Lei Mu's tree.

The young man seemed to be relieved and took a step back.

Then he followed the gentleman's instructions and bowed down to the thunderwood.

This was supposed to take place in the Temple of Heaven.

In an instant, the seemingly impolite behavior of the Young Emperor of Dali caused a roaring noise among the people on the mountain and down the mountain.

Wow————!

One wave after another.

The sound waves roared like a tsunami.

The young man in the dragon robe could feel countless doubtful glances behind him, mixed with numerous criticisms, gathering together, and then rushing towards him like a heavy pressure.

The young man in the dragon robe, with his back to everyone, turned pale, and beads of sweat gradually gathered on his forehead, flowing between his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose... and finally dripped like a stream on his chin.

The young man's thin back and shoulders seemed to be weighed down by some kind of rock.

Some can't stand it.

"Is the Queen Mother watching..."

He took a breath and suddenly felt that the crown on his head was so heavy that he would bow his head forever and never be able to lift it up again.

But the next second.

"No, Mr. Zhao is looking at me! I am the emperor of Dali...I only rely on myself!"

Li Wangque gritted his teeth fiercely, and a taste of rust came out of his mouth. He raised his noble head pressed by the heavy crown as if trying hard, and his waist was also straight.

The young man in the dragon robe bulged his cheeks and suppressed his fear. He continued to salute the ancient thunderwood with firm eyes.

I don’t know how much time passed, but just when the crowd was about to completely boil.

"Today's thunderous thunder is coming! All retreat away from the top of the mountain, away from Lei Gui and Moon Lake! Retreat to a hundred feet below the top of the mountain."

As if yesterday happened again, a certain old-fashioned female gentleman whistled a warning, her serious voice echoing in all directions.

The crowd on the top of the mountain receded like a tide.

The Dugu clan and Dali dignitaries retreated immediately.

However, dozens of breaths later, when the people who had retreated from the top of the mountain looked back, they discovered something unusual:

In front of the thunder tree, the Young Emperor of Dali still knelt down and saluted, with no intention of retreating.

There were also all the Confucian scholars headed by Zhao Rong, standing motionless, calmly looking at the young man in dragon robe under Lei Mu who abided by the ceremony.

The young emperor and the Confucian scholars, like marble statues, stayed beside the charred black thunderwood on the top of the mountain.

It forms this strange picture in the eyes of thousands of people.

"Quer!"

Dugu Chanyi, who rarely called the young man by his nickname and often made the young man polite with a straight face, was stunned and exclaimed.

Everyone who witnessed this situation also gasped.

The woman's voice echoed on the silent mountain top covered with thunderclouds, but the young emperor and the Confucian scholars still did not move.

The next moment.

The top of the Moon Festival Mountain was filled with snow-white thunder.

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Chapter completed!