Dugu Chanyi felt that she had not felt so comfortable for a long time.

From coming to Dali, bringing Que'er into the Dali royal family, and then walking carefully step by step to the present.

Que'er finally took over the "legacy" left by the previous emperor of Dali. They, the "orphan and widow", have almost become the helmsmen of this huge dynasty in name and actual power.

Standing at the highest position.

Even if there is still a separatist Zhou Dufu, and the elusive Li Mingyi, or some immortals who temporarily retreated under the gaze of Linlu Academy.

But at this moment, the former who had come secretly, after seeing the two bright moons rising on the top of the mountain, should have hurriedly fled back to his "old nest" in the west.

And he will soon face a 'surprise' she has prepared for him from outside the western border.

As for Li Mingyi... he has to stay at home quietly for now. No matter what he was thinking before, he has to hide it well and make sure she doesn't see it and find a chance.

"Finally, we got these stinky men's heads down."

The woman nicknamed Chan Yi chuckled in her heart.

But she seemed to have forgotten that this was done with the help of another stinky man...

Halfway up the Jiyue Mountain, an extremely grand celebration ceremony is taking place to celebrate the perfect conclusion of the Fengshan Ceremony and to swear that the young Emperor Dali has been chosen by heaven. The whole celebration is grand and lively, and if nothing unexpected happens, it will last until the early hours of the morning.

There is a magnificent platform halfway up the mountain, facing the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians below the mountain.

At this moment, on the high platform where the dignitaries of Dali gathered, the Grand Master of Music Mu Jin was presiding over the celebration. After the great victory in the grand ceremony, she put aside the defense of Hanjing with confidence and quickly rushed to Jiyue Mountain to celebrate with the Queen.

When Mu Jin stood beside the Empress and His Majesty in the front, using the cultivation level of a Taoist in the Golden Core Realm to transmit messages inside and outside the Jiyue Mountain, she read out a thousand-word celebratory text that was improvised by a certain Ministry of Rites.

The loudest roar of the entire afternoon's celebration.

Under the maintenance of order by the Dali Imperial Guards, the sounds of worship, salutes, and long live the people coming from the dense crowd below resounded throughout the world.

At the front of the platform, Dugu Chanyi, wearing a gorgeous crown and phoenix robe, faced the cool autumn breeze, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and the two strands of black hair on both sides of her temples flew around.

But she was very particular about details and etiquette, so she didn't tidy it up this time.

It was a rare opportunity for her to relax a little. Anyway, she was standing at the very front, and in the eyes of the people of Dali below, she was probably just a blurry figure.

Dugu Chanyi felt that sometimes, as the ruler of a dynasty or a major force, standing at the pinnacle of power and being admired by everyone in front of others was a very strange experience.

Most of the time, the people below will not actually look up at you, either because they dare not, or because they feel guilty, or because of other humble emotions. You look around, and no one dares to look you in the eye. Even though there are crowds of people, you feel empty all around, and no one is looking at you straight in the eye.

I suddenly felt a sense of looking down on others and loneliness.

Your fancy dress and your majestic posture seem to be meaningless, but you can't do without them. After all, there may be some ignorant or bold men who like to look around and think no one notices. For example, not long ago, a man named Zhao knelt down with others to pay his respects, but his eyes were the most restless. He kept looking at her figure, especially her waist, intentionally or unintentionally. He probably thought she didn't notice...

Therefore, Dugu Chanyi is always used to showing her dignity and majesty in front of others. She also often subconsciously imitates a tall woman who has a profound influence on her.

Fortunately, for a long time, these male gazes should no longer appear. The Confucian scholars in the academy have all left, and the great immortals dare not intervene in the short term. The entire Dali belongs to her and Que'er...

Dugu Chanyi closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the worship and cheers from below and the chants of praise from the officials behind him.

The last time she felt such a wave of joy and happiness sweeping through every pore of her body was before she came to Dali. At that time, she had just gained the recognition of the "King" and possessed a glorious and ancient identity...

At this moment, Dugu Chanyi on the high platform opened her eyes leisurely, first turned sideways and glanced at Li Mingyi, who was standing behind her among the civil and military ministers. He was not very noticeable. He was wearing a dragon robe, and his originally proud head was slightly lowered, keeping himself in line.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly, she nodded inwardly, and continued to look behind the platform, where a group of foreign envoys in strange costumes were looking around curiously.

These people came from an old dynasty on the west side that had many frictions with Dali on the border. When Dali was founded, the two sides were at odds with each other. Not only the high-ranking officials of the two dynasties, but even the common people were at odds with each other.

At the beginning, the previous emperor of Dali sent Zhou Dufu to station troops in the three western counties, raising strong soldiers and horses, with the intention of advancing westward. However, all this changed with the death of the previous emperor of Dali. However, what remained unchanged was that Zhou Dufu's western army was still a big threat that the old dynasty in the west wanted to get rid of as soon as possible. It's just that this time, some people have joined them...

These envoys from the west were invited by Li Mingyi.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

As for who the enemies of both sides are, it is obvious.

Dugu was quite satisfied with this, but just like neighbors with a sworn enemy, it would take some effort to resolve the hostility between the two sides and establish some trust, and it might even require some kind of alliance ceremony.

For example, just yesterday, Li Mingyi suddenly found her and proposed that the kings of the two countries swear an oath of blood on the Moon Sacrifice Mountain. It sounded quite good...

Dugu Chanyi nodded with satisfaction. At the same time, she turned around and waved gently to the audience. Suddenly, the cheers that had been ringing all day long increased by countless decibels.

"Que'er, be serious. These are your subjects. They are the dynasty you will rule in the future."

This elegant woman spoke softly in a voice that only she and the young man in dragon robe beside her could hear.

"Have you forgotten what those gentlemen taught you?"

Li Wangque, who was distracted by his lowered eyes, suddenly raised his head, tried to smile, and imitated his mother, waving his little hand downwards.

The noise on the field became louder.

At the same time, he whispered: "Don't forget, the people are like water, the country is like a boat, water can carry the boat, but it can also overturn it."

The young man pursed his lips and recalled the last farewell words the gentleman said to him in the tent before the ceremony.

Dugu Chanyi, who was just asking casually, raised her eyebrows, as if she was hearing this interesting metaphor for the first time, and couldn't help asking, "Oh? Which gentleman in the Imperial Study said that? Mr. Zhang?"

Li Wangque shook his head: "It's Mr. Zhao."

Dugu Chanyi was choked for a moment, but the stutter didn't last long before she changed the subject naturally.

But the young man raised his head and asked, "Mother, can Mr. Zhao really not stay?"

Dugu Chanyi frowned slightly. At this moment, she saw Mu Jin behind her take a half step forward, as if she wanted to speak. She immediately turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mu Jin reported some events of the grand ceremony, then glanced at the little emperor and said, "…Your Majesty, Mr. Zhang who guards the mausoleum has come to participate in the celebration and congratulate His Majesty and Your Majesty."

Dugu Chanyi smiled when she heard this. This was the imperial teacher she had carefully selected for Li Wangque. Was this Confucian scholar named Zhao sure that he wouldn't teach her son a bad lesson? If the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked? Although it is undeniable that this guy is really good in some aspects...

She patted the boy's hand, her face made up dignifiedly, and she slowly said, "Mr. Zhang is finally here. I sent servants to invite him several times before, but he was always rejected... But as a teacher, how can I really leave my students behind?"

Dugu Chanyi smiled softly, "Que'er, go and get your teacher."

Seeing that his mother avoided talking about someone, Li Wangque had to let it go for the time being.

He nodded his head and agreed, then turned and left the front of the platform to go pick someone up in person.

However, the young man, who respected his teachers, still showed a smile on his face when he thought of Mr. Zhang, whom he was about to meet.

Mr. Zhao asked him to... learn the ways of an emperor from Mr. Zhang.