After the ceremony, Xue Lu sealed the Fengshan scriptures with gold, mud, and silver ropes and buried them in the altar.

Turning around and staring at the ministers crawling under his feet, and the people kneeling in the distance, with great enthusiasm in his heart.

"I only have two wishes in my life. All major national affairs are my own. One is the first; the commander will attack the far-reaching army, hold his king and blame him for his crimes, and seek the unification of the world. I am willing to create great achievements with you and achieve the foundation of my Xue family for thousands of years!"

Chi Le should give his ritual first, "Your Majesty will unify the mountains and rivers for thousands of years."

The voices of the people in the square gathered together, magnificent and loud, "Your Majesty will unify the mountains and rivers for thousands of years."

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The same ceremony was also held in Tianjing.

With decisive courage and amazing speed, the great ministers opened up a large open space in a corner of Tianjing City and built an altar that was enough for Fengshan to use.

There is a three-story floor in the middle of the square, surrounded by the Five Emperors of Green, Red, White, Black, Yellow, and Five Emperors, killing white deer, pig, white yak, etc., and using the one-thora and three-ridge grass produced in the Jianghuai area as a divine book, and sealing it with five-color earth, and putting strange beasts and birds around to show good fortune.

Yang Hao was wearing a bright yellow imperial crown garment, embroidered with the Yang clan emblem, and the outline of Daduan Mountains and Rivers, and slowly walked up to the altar in the middle.

Solemn music sounded around, and Yang Hao knelt down to worship and salute as the Minister of Rites' personal shout.

After a big gift, Yang Hao slowly stood up and turned around, his eyes passed through his kneeling and crawling head below, looking at all the things around him. Sure enough, he saw the two "saints" with a heavy face.

Yang Hao said in a deep voice: "From today on, I, the Yang family, will be the orthodox of the world, will follow the will of heaven and command the people. If anyone does not follow, the people will punish him together!"

"Long live my emperor!"

As the sound of shouting in the mountains was long live, Yang Hao closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and was full of complacentness.

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"General, you said that if you have this, you will not be able to fight?"

In the camp of Helian Qingshan, the commander of the Daduan Zheng Beiyuan, Han Feilong, the personal soldiers of each happened to ask the same question.

Helian Qingshan put down the wine bowl in his hand, supported his knee with his right hand, and looked at the close friend who had been with him for many years, "Did that immortal say this?"

He followed and shook his head.

Helian Qingshan asked again, "Did that immortal have clear borders between the two sides?"

Follow or shake your head.

Helian Qingshan asked again, "Did that immortal say that there must be two emperors in the world?"

The person who followed was shocked, "Can you become one?"

Helian Qingshan stopped talking. He was a high-level practitioner. He knew that there was nothing to be rare in the Heavenly Court, just a group of people living in another land. For them, it would be enough for someone to worship them. Is there any difference between one or two?

Even, what if you change your surname?

Han Feilong's answer was much more concise. He just focused on looking at the huge topographic map on the table, drawing in circles, and then said lightly, "Where there are people, there will be fighting. If you want to not fight, unless you die."

After a while, he rubbed his eyebrows and stopped for a while, sneering in his heart. There had been civil strife in the Heavenly Court, so why can't the world fight?

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Jian Qi was also stunned. He dared to pester Yang Qing to ask about his senior brother before, and Yun Luo's mouth twitched.

Fortunately, after Zou He's training, Yang Qing was no longer so cold and arrogant. He said a few words in a naive way before leaving slowly.

Jian Qi, who was still unsatisfied, felt that Yang Qing was not giving face and wanted to catch up, but was quickly pulled by Yunluo and sent back to the room.

This fearless performance made Cui Zhi and Yun Luo shook their heads speechless.

At this moment, the two of them were walking side by side in the royal palace.

Yun Luo looked at Cui Zhi, "I may be leaving soon, are you going with me?"

"What do you think?" Cui Zhi did not answer him directly, but walked forward slowly.

"It seems you have other plans."

"I am worthy of being Senior Brother Yun, so smart!"

"Stop joking me." Yun Luo pondered for a while, "One person sits in Changsheng City, has a clear ear and a clear eye, and the other person manages the fiefdom, cultivates the yuan and consolidates the foundation, one inside and one outside, is indeed a good plan. But it will make you suffer."

"We are far from qualified to say hardship in this life."

"Will you not be afraid that Pei Zhen will change his mind in the future? After all, there is a saying that is the most impermanent emperor's heart."

Cui Zhi smiled, and the ring of the penis shook lightly, making a tingling sound, "I am Cui Zhi!"

"You should be very happy." Yun Luo smiled and wished her blessings, and then her smile gradually became lonely.

"Have you changed your mind?" Cui Zhi suddenly asked.

"No, neither."

"Then don't be discouraged, don't give up." Cui Zhi smiled sly, and then floated away.

Yun Luo stood there in a daze, thinking carefully whether the sentence was casual or had a deep meaning.

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Ma Qi, the number of people on the grassland is greater than Yue, and he holds more than ten military officials in his hand, and has great power.

Compared to him, Murong Cheng is nothing at all.

The sudden destruction of the General's Mansion also made great efforts, and he gained the trust of Emperor Yuan.

It is said that external troubles have been eliminated and there are no internal troubles. This Lord Ma should be relaxed and relaxed, but at this moment, he was sitting in the study and frowned.

As soon as the Fengshan ceremony ended today, a gray-painted discussion was launched in the Hall of Eternal Life.

The unexpected and unacceptable situation eventually happened. After this change, Emperor Yuan's prestige suddenly increased. Those princes who were originally not ashamed of Emperor Yuan, and those grassland nobles who held heavy troops began to respect each other.

"Not a good thing!"

Ma Qi rubbed his temples. Since the fourth prince returned, he always felt something was wrong here, but he couldn't say it.

In a world of great changes, who can gain the upper hand will be long-term wealth.

My son is not good at doing well, so I can only work harder.
Chapter completed!