This was the first time, and probably the last time, he shouted "Long live Zhao Qingshuang".
After this, Zhao Qingshuang will truly live forever.
The old voice echoed in the Golden Palace.
But no matter how loud he is.
The hall was still silent.
No one believed it.
The former King of Zhenbei.
It would be this old man with no cultivation and a hunched body.
"Ping...Pingshen."
Zhao Qingshuang had not yet recovered from the shock, and the call to "stand up" sounded forced.
"Your Majesty, I implore you to ascend the throne of Heavenly Emperor, to bring order to the world, and to bring peace to the people of Great Xia!"
Deng Er held up the Investiture of the Gods with both hands,
The two words "Emperor of Heaven" shone with an incomparable brightness.
All the ministers were stunned.
They were all ready to welcome the new emperor to the throne.
The result... is this?
You put this on them?
Have you not done anything for yourself in the past fifty years?
The position of the Emperor of Heaven is so precious, it brings immortality and allows him to rule over all the gods.
Don’t you Deng Er want to take it?
"What’s wrong with you."
Zhao Qingshuang did not agree. She looked at Deng Er with concern.
She didn't know why the mighty general had become the hunchbacked old man he is now.
Just one day.
Yesterday, Deng Er returned triumphantly on his tall horse.
She still remembers it.
She thought they had made it.
Can,......
Why, why did he become so old?
"Your Majesty, please ascend the throne of the Heavenly Emperor!"
Deng Er repeated it again.
His eyes were determined.
It seems that Zhao Qingshuang is not destined for this position.
He knelt down and couldn't get up.
"No, I won't. You need this position more than me and are more qualified."
Zhao Qingshuang lost her composure for the first time in a long time.
She said to Deng Er excitedly.
The ministers felt relieved when they heard Zhao Qingshuang's words.
Yes, you, the King of Zhenbei, will ascend the throne soon.
Hurry up and become the Emperor of Heaven so that we gods can enjoy eternal happiness.
Hurry up.
You've worked hard for more than fifty years, so you should do something for yourself, right?
You are not a saint.
Hurry up.
The ministers were even more anxious than Zhao Qingshuang.
After all, they had been indifferent to Zhao Qingshuang before.
Once Zhao Qingshuang ascends the throne as the Emperor of Heaven.
Will they get any good results from that?
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