On the east side of the foot of Jiyue Mountain.

On a auspicious hill full of rare and exotic animals, the ceremony of paying tribute to the land on the square altar is still going on.

In the clear recitation of the young scholar in white clothes as white as snow.

On top of the altar, the young Emperor Dali, wearing a loose bright yellow robe, knelt devoutly.

At the bottom of Ditan Park, a group of Confucian scholars from the academy were dancing in strange postures.

The people of Dali almost filled the hill, and watched in silence together with the dignitaries of the Li court headed by the Dugu family.

No one noticed that the gaze of the originally indifferent and old-fashioned female teacher towards the stage gradually changed, and she became more and more silent.

The ceremony at the Temple of Earth was carried out according to plan, except for the sudden "awkward dance" at the beginning.

About half an hour later, the Ditan Park process was introduced.

The young emperor of Dali walked down the Altar of Earth solemnly. Below the altar, a group of Confucian scholars were waiting in a rush cart.

The cattail cart is pulled by nine white horses, and the wheels are wrapped with cattail to avoid damaging the vegetation, soil and rocks on the mountain road.

The young emperor of Dali got on the carriage, and Zhao Rong, the chief priest, served as the coachman.

As the rush carriage moved forward, the other Confucian scholars followed closely behind the young emperor's carriage, not going one step beyond it.

Dugu, along with her ministers and the people of Dali, accompanied the young emperor's carriage and followed closely behind.

The crowd was like a gap opened in a dead pond, and still water began to flow and rush towards the gap.

At the front, a young Confucian scholar in white was riding a horse, carrying the young emperor of Dali all the way westward, slowly driving to the top of Jiyue Mountain.

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This is a deserted ruin.

This may have been a magnificent city in the past. No one knows who built it, but now only ruins remain.

The ruins are full of Jiutian Hangong flowers.

All the buildings have withered, only the moon flower stubbornly emerges from the cracks or rocks of the collapsed ancient buildings, blooming to its fullest.

This ruined city is surrounded and topped by dark stone walls.

Ancient and hard, its age unknown.

But it is full of traces of time. There are a few remaining murals and texts, but they have long been washed away by the long river of time. The few remaining paintings are still inspiring.

This seems to be a hollowed-out underground place, like a huge ancient sarcophagus, sealing the relics carefully.

The entire space is in the shape of a truncated cone, becoming narrower as it goes up until it reaches a quasi-circular dome.

I don’t know where it is located, it’s probably somewhere unknowable.

The ruins were filled with an ancient and stale smell, and the air was extremely silent, as if the heavy mud of history had been poured into the sarcophagus, solidifying it so much that it was difficult to breathe.

The atmosphere was indescribably desolate.

Among the ruins, there are occasionally some strange buildings, and the terrible restrictions seem to still exist.

These ancient buildings have an exotic style and reveal a bit of mystery.

Apart from the Jiutian Hangong flowers blooming all over the ground, the only light source in this unknown ruin comes from the dome above.

The dome is very strange.

It is round in shape.

Half is dark rock, and the other half... is a crescent moon.

A crescent moon that looks like azure blue glass.

To be precise, it is a dome made of azure colored glaze in the shape of a crescent moon.

It complements and connects with the rock dome to form this circular top.

At this time, above the ruins, light blue light shone through the azure glazed crescent dome.

So, this is a relic shrouded in light blue.

Above the glazed dome, there was some unknown substance, but it seemed to be constantly flowing and changing.

As a result, the light blue light leaking out from it kept changing.

Sometimes strong, sometimes weak; sometimes light, sometimes strong.

It forms a strange and dreamy picture.

Because of the position of the crescent glass dome and the refraction of light.

This quietly changing light blue light fell evenly on the ruins below.

Among them, the place with the brightest light is a peculiar pavilion located near the center of the ruins.

The pavilion is made of pure crystal, as are the tables and chairs inside.

At this time, under the illumination of light blue light.

The crystal pavilion is shining brightly.

It is also a relatively well-preserved building in the entire ruins. Compared with the dilapidated and collapsed buildings around it, its crystal diamond-like material seems to make it better able to withstand the erosion of time and water.

Standing tall.

Around the Crystal Pavilion, there is a hot spring pool, which is actually running water. From the spring at the bottom of the pool, steaming hot spring water continuously emerges...

It adds a bit of vitality to the entire ancient and dilapidated ruins.

Next to the hot spring pool, there are many Jiutian Hangong flowers in full bloom, and they are more lush than other places.

At this moment, if a young Confucian scholar were present, the combination of this pavilion and the hot spring pool would definitely look very familiar to him.

I seem to have seen it somewhere not long ago...

However, there was no beauty bed in the crystal pavilion at this time.

There are only tables and chairs carved from crystal.

The arc is perfect like a work of art.

However, these are not the most eye-catching objects in the pavilion at the moment.

Inside the pavilion, on the crystal table, a very clean palace dress was quietly placed.

It is neatly folded without a wrinkle and placed on the edge of the table, as if it would be convenient for its owner to pick it up.

It is unknown what material this neatly folded palace dress is made of, but the soft fabric is a cyan-gold color.

It makes people feel noble at first glance! It is not vulgar.

The fabric also emits a hazy milky white glow, like bright moonlight.

This is also the only place in the entire desolate ruins where there are traces of human activities.

I don't know who entered this ancient and lifeless ruins and placed this elegant and noble palace dress neatly on this crystal table...

at the moment.

Green and gold palace dress.

The dazzling crystal pavilion.

There are also steaming hot spring pools...

Everything was quiet, just like everywhere else in the ruins.

It seems like it is waiting for something to come.

At a certain moment, there was a faint noise.

Like joy, it came from nowhere, quietly echoing in the ruins...

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At the top of the mountain, on the circular altar of heaven, all rituals have been prepared.

At this time, the mountain breeze was majestic and the sun was shining brightly.

Everyone walked there.

It's already 2:30 p.m.

The Fengshan Ceremony has entered its most crucial step, which is also the final step.

The Temple of Heaven offers sacrifices to heaven to repay its merits.

In full view of the public.

Four Confucian scholars came forward and put on the solemn yellow and black robe for the young emperor of Dali.

Gu Yiwu clasped his hands together and held a majestic crown, and put it on the young emperor.

On the other side, Zhao Rong, dressed in white, walked straight to a prepared table under the circular Temple of Heaven.

A piece of gold foil lay flat on the table, as thin as a cicada's wing and two feet square.

He reached out and took out a sharp sword from his sleeve.

This unexpected action immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Especially the stunning empress dowager who was wearing a mask and white clothes, her breasts heaved again.

She stood at the front of the crowd, biting her red lips under her white veil, slightly widening her almond eyes, staring at the upcoming move of the young scholar in the distance...

The young scholar's slender body and his sleeves fluttered in the mountain breeze.

The next moment, the sword in his hand was unsheathed.

He was bent over his desk, using the sharp edge of his sword to carve something on the golden book.

I was a little unfamiliar with it at first, but soon I became proficient and could write fluently.

After the young emperor of Dali had changed his clothes not far away, Zhao Rong finished engraving a golden book.

He put away the documents, calmly picked up the golden book, and under the nervous gaze of Dugu and others, he read out the document praising his virtues and reporting his achievements to the heaven.

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

Zhao Rong's sonorous and powerful voice, mixed with ritual music, spread across the top of the mountain in the mountain breeze.

Dugu and other dignitaries of Dali immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there was only a strange and abrupt gold book engraving process, and there were no major changes. It was a pre-arranged process.

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

The crowd of people from Dali who crowded the top of the mountain quieted down and listened to the magnificent rituals, music and hymns.

This should be the gift of gratitude to heaven.

At the back of the crowd, Meng Zhengjun, who had been serious since the beginning of the Ditan Temple, waited quietly for a while. At this time, he looked at the young Confucian scholar in front of him who was honestly praising the virtues and merits of the people, exhaled a little, and relaxed a little.

From this perspective, the amazing land-repaying ceremony at Ditan Park was just an accident, or perhaps it was just a lucky coincidence for this brat.

The old-fashioned lady shook her head, snorted, lowered her head in disinterest, and straightened her sleeves.

After a while, Zhao Rong finally read the somewhat obscure inscription carefully word by word.

It seems that the ceremony is over.

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

The young scholar lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear what was said, and concentrated on rolling up the golden book in his hand.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the young Emperor Dali walked forward, stepping on the scarlet carpet in the center.

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

The sounds in the world gradually died down, and everyone widened their eyes, looking forward to the young emperor's coming on stage - the final step of completing the Fengshan ceremony and kneeling down to thank heaven and earth.

The atmosphere on the top of the mountain was solemn, welcoming the arrival of this final moment.

The young emperor of Dali walked towards the Temple of Heaven, holding a golden book praising the emperor's virtues, which he could only understand half of.

However, when he was about to approach the Temple of Heaven, the young man in dragon robe who was the focus of everyone's attention suddenly changed his steps.

Slightly shifted in direction.

Walked straight towards somewhere near the Temple of Heaven.

In that direction there is an ancient osmanthus tree 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 audience was silent.

Your Majesty... what are you going to do? Isn't it going to the Temple of Heaven to offer sacrifices to the gods? Did you go the wrong way?

Everyone stared at the young emperor's back, and then immediately looked at Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars who were in charge of the Fengshan ceremony.

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

As if he had known it for a long time.

Everyone was a little confused.

In the crowd, Meng Zhengjun, who was adjusting his sleeves with his head down, paused.

She slowly raised her head and squinted at... the metal book in the young emperor Sha's hand, and the ancient charred thunderwood.

The hand in the sleeve of the old-fashioned woman suddenly...

On the other side of the crowd, Dugu Chanyi was a little unsteady on her feet again, and hurriedly took a step forward, as if wanting to stop something, but was quickly held back by Doukou and Xuecan.

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

The two girls persuaded in a low voice.

"Ai Jia...Ai Jia..."

The noble Queen Mother Dali seemed to feel weak again, and she held onto Doukou and Xuecan's arms to steady her body.

"How dare Zhao Ziyu? How dare he! I... I will fight him..."

Dugu Chanyi opened her almond-shaped eyes wide, looked into the eyes of Doukou and Xuecan, gritted her teeth, and asked in a somewhat unbelievable manner.

"Your Majesty, calm down... What if... What if this is Mr. Zhao's unique idea..."

"He has no intention at all. He just wants to take revenge on me..."

Dugu Chanyi closed her eyes and raised her head, pinching a silk handkerchief in her hand and rubbing her brows with her fingers, speaking in a sad tone.

After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and focused her gaze towards the field, wanting to take a closer look at what the bad guy was up to.

At this moment, Zhao Rong seemed not to notice the criticism of the crowd, and his eyes were fixed on the back of the young Emperor Dali.

At this moment, in the sight of countless people, the young Emperor Dali came to the Moon Altar, in front of the charred thunder wood, holding a golden book in his hand.

He stood on tiptoe and put the golden book engraved by the gentleman in his hand into the tree hole of Lei Mu.

The boy seemed to be relieved and took a step back.

Then, following the gentleman's instructions, he knelt down and bowed down to the thunder wood.

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

In an instant, the seemingly disrespectful behavior of the young Emperor Dali caused a thunderous wave of uproar among the crowd on the mountain and below.

Wow——!

Every wave is a wave.

The sound waves came roaring like a tsunami.

The young man in dragon robe could feel countless puzzled gazes behind him at this moment, mixed with countless critical remarks, which gathered together and then pounced on him like a heavy pressure.

The young man in dragon robe, with his back to the crowd, looked a little paler. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans gradually gathered on his forehead, flowing across his brows, nose bridge... and finally dripping down his chin like a stream.

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

Some can't hold on.

"Is the Queen Mother watching..."

His breath was choked, and he suddenly felt that the crown on his head was so heavy that it seemed to force him to bow his head forever and never lift it up again.

But the next second.

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

Li Wangque gritted his teeth, and a smell of rust escaped from his mouth. He raised his noble head, which was pressed down by the heavy crown, as if to compete, and his back was also straight.

The young man in dragon robe puffed up his cheeks, suppressed his fear, and continued to salute the ancient thunder tree with a firm look in his eyes.

I don't know how much time had passed, but just when the crowd was about to get excited.

"Today's mighty thunder is coming! Everyone retreat from the top of the mountain, away from Lei Gui and Yue Tan! Retreat to a hundred feet below the top of the mountain."

As if it happened again yesterday, a certain prim and proper lady whistled a warning, her solemn voice echoing in all directions.

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

The Dugu family and the dignitaries of Dali retreated immediately.

However, after dozens of breaths, 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 and saluted, with no intention of retreating.

There were also a group of Confucian scholars headed by Zhao Rong, who stood where they were, motionless, calmly watching the young man in dragon robe who was observing great etiquette under the thunder tree.

The young emperor and the Confucian scholars, like statues carved out of marble, stayed beside the charred thunder wood on the top of the mountain.

This created a strange picture in the eyes of thousands of people.

"Que'er!"

Dugu Chanyi, who seldom called the boy by his nickname and often had a stern face that made the boy behave politely, was stunned and exclaimed.

Everyone who witnessed this also held their breath.

The woman's voice echoed on the silent mountaintop covered with thunderclouds, but the young emperor and the Confucian scholars remained motionless.

The next moment.

The top of Jiyue Mountain was filled with snow-white thunder.

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