Including the guides and translators, even though they were merchants from various countries in the Song Dynasty and had seen a lot of the world, they were still shocked by this huge palace.

"bite!"

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The sound of magnificent musical instruments suddenly appeared.

Outside the palace, there are more than ten huge loudspeakers.

Beautiful music came from it, shrouding the entire Changqing Palace in solemnity and awe.

This piece of music, called "Floating Light", is found in Zhao Jun's notebook.

Zhao Zhen liked it very much.

So the court musicians were asked to learn the tune, and it was eventually played on instruments such as the pipa, chimes, flute, and yangqin.

It just so happens that today, there have been new developments in electromagnetism, which amplify sound through electricity. The emergence of speakers has made it possible to play, making it even more full of historical vicissitudes.

Even though many kings and envoys were powerful people in their own countries, they had never seen such a magical thing.

Everyone was stunned by the solemnity and majesty, and for a moment they felt their hearts filled with admiration. Such music, coupled with such a majestic and magnificent temple, made them unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

Entering through the palace gate, there is a long corridor in front. More than 200 people are walking slowly in the corridor. Because the corridor is wide, it does not seem crowded at all.

In this solemn atmosphere, everyone slowly came to the even taller and more majestic Changqing Palace.

This hall has two floors, but the first floor alone is three zhang high, which is about ten meters. It is magnificent and covered with golden glazed tiles. The four corners are raised high and the brackets are densely packed.

The surrounding foundations are not dug into the ground, but on the ground, paved with three or four meters high marble. A white marble staircase leads up, and there are three floors of stairs alone. Each floor is surrounded by a circle of marble fence with exquisite carvings on it.

As the gate of Changqing Palace opened, kings and envoys from many countries walked up the stairs to the top. Walking in the front were the two closest allies of the Song Dynasty, King Duan Silian of Dali and King Wang Hui of Goryeo.

The two were also kings in their own country, but compared with the imperial city of the Song Dynasty, even if it was just one of the palaces there, their palace was no different from a brothel in Bianliang.

Such a solemn and dignified feeling is incomparable to any other royal palace in any country.

Everyone was led to the platform. The gate of Changqing Palace was opened and everyone entered one after another. They saw that the space inside the palace was very large, probably half the size of a football field. It took a full fifty meters to walk from the door to the high throne at the end.

"His Majesty has arrived!"

At this moment, Wang Shouzhong's high-pitched voice sounded again.

Zhao Zhen entered from the main gate on the right side of the palace, walked slowly up to the throne on the high platform.

The room was brightly lit, and everyone saw a middle-aged man with a solemn face standing majestically, overlooking the area below.

That is the emperor of the Song Dynasty!

Zhao Jun and others slowly walked down to the stage, clasped their hands together, and bowed.

The envoys from all other countries, including the kings of the neighboring countries and even the envoys from the once-mighty Liao Kingdom, bowed and clasped their hands in such solemnity.

"Your Majesty!"

Some bowed, their right hands on their chests. Some raised their hands to their foreheads and bowed slowly. Still others imitated the etiquette of the Song Dynasty and saluted with their hands clasped together.

At the same time, "Floating Light" also reached its climax, and the melody suddenly became more magnificent and solemn.

Zhao Zhen stood on a high platform in front of the dragon throne, with his long wide sleeves draped behind him, overlooking the envoys and kings of many countries below.

There was also a microphone in front of him.

After everyone saluted respectfully, his originally serious face melted like ice and snow in an instant. He raised his hands slightly, opened his mouth slightly, and spoke softly into the microphone.

"No need to be polite!"

In an instant, the sound spread throughout the hall.

The palace gates of the Nine Heavens are opened, and people from all over the world dress in formal attire to pay homage to the emperor!

This moment.

All nations come to pay tribute! :6lk