The whole capital thinks I'm a lone star

Chapter 319 The Enthronement Ceremony
Qin Li smiled, "Master has left for less than a moment, Shi Qi, if you wake up a little earlier, you will be able to see him."

"Why should I wake up early to see him?" Wei Zhao took a sip of the soup, with a hint of a smile in his clear eyes.

The next day, the enthronement ceremony.

Thousands of miles were emptied this day, and every part of the palace was spotless.

After offering sacrifices to the heavens and ancestors, Rong Jin climbed onto the high platform and received all officials and clan relatives to bow down.

He was dressed in a black brocade robe with dragon patterns, luxurious and luxurious, his body faintly exuded the majesty of an emperor, his face was handsome and stern, and everyone in the audience knelt down and worshiped, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Everyone's heads were lowered, and no one dared to offend Tian Yan.

Rong Jin officially ascended the throne, changed the name of the country to He, and all parties came to congratulate him.

After the enthronement ceremony, envoys from all parties will be invited to a banquet, accompanied by important officials from the court, and family members will also enter the palace, and Princess Jing'an will be in charge of receiving them.

Anyang Marquis Wei Shu and his wife hadn't rushed back to Beijing yet, Wei Zhao was the only one in the entire Anyang Marquis Mansion, and she was the only one who entered the palace to attend the banquet.

As usual, Yingshi prepared new clothes for her, which were more exquisite and luxurious than last time.

Since getting to know Rong Jin, Wei Zhao's clothes have all been made of Yunjin specially provided by Tianxia Silk Factory. Originally, only one piece of Yunjin was produced a year, and only the black color that Rong Jin liked. Later, I don't know Rong Jin's psychology , so that a few more brocades of different colors could be produced. After that, Wei Zhao’s clothes were all made of brocades that even the emperor could not use.

This time, Yingshi did not use purple, but also did not use the white that Wei Zhao has always liked, but used blue, bright and clean blue, clear and soft blue.

Wei Zhao thought it was ugly at first sight, "Is there any white color?"

Yingshi was comparing the clothes to her, but she denied it, "No, white is not suitable for this occasion."

Besides, white is so monotonous, it's really wasteful to only wear white for a fairy-like appearance like their master, "Master, just listen to me, this dress is really beautiful, better than white."

Wei Zhao was skeptical, so he changed into it. The white clothes were clean and clean, while the blue clothes were luxurious and luxurious. Yingshi nodded when he saw them, "Master, no wonder Your Majesty doesn't want you to leave. If it were me, I wouldn't let you either."

Wei Zhao raised his eyebrows, "Don't think that just saying that makes me think blue looks better than white."

Yingshi: "."

The master's vision of dressing is hopeless.

The imperial palace is magnificent and brightly lit.

On the way to the palace, it is inevitable to meet envoys from various countries.

While Wei Zhao was waiting for the guards to inspect the invitation at the gate of the palace, two groups of people came from behind. Girls and slender youths.

The girl was talking to the young man, but she inadvertently looked in front of her eyes, her eyes were straightened, and she ran over quickly, "It's so beautiful."

She stared straight at Wei Zhao, her eyes were clean and her face was full of praise, which was not offensive.

Wei Zhao smiled, "You are beautiful too."

"No, no, no," Gu Qingyun shook her head again and again, "You are beautiful, you are the most beautiful, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in these years." After taking a few more glances, she suddenly let out a snort, "I don't know if you recognize her or not. I know a man named Luo Shiqi, you two look a bit alike."

After finishing speaking, he still did not forget to ask the person next to him for confirmation, "Brother, do you think so?"

"It's very similar." Gu Zhiyuan had already walked over at this time, and looked at Wei Zhao apologetically while answering, "Little sister is rude, I will apologize on her behalf."

　Congratulations to Xiaojiu's accession to the throne, the poor author sent a flower basket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)