Big Moon Ballad

It's been a long time, and Ying Baoyue actually can't remember exactly what Emperor Ying said to her that night.

In short, there is nothing particularly important, otherwise she will definitely remember it.

The process of meeting Emperor Ying was so thrilling, but when she stood in front of him, Emperor Ying only said some insignificant things.

Has the border been harassed recently, whether the soldiers under him are obedient, whether the cook's dishes are salty...

Nothing of national importance, no mention of an engagement, no question of who she really wanted to marry.

It seemed that he had nothing to do at night and suddenly wanted to find someone to chat with.

Ying Baoyue felt puzzled at first, but when he thought about it carefully, if he wanted to talk to someone in this palace, he really didn't have any suitable candidates.

The military generals who fought with him in the past were either given gold and silver titles and sent to remote places, or they have returned home, or they are no longer alive due to various reasons.

The uncles and uncles I knew in childhood all left at some point.

Only she, her master and this increasingly unpredictable emperor were left in the palace city.

Emperor Ying, like those uncles, was the one who watched her grow up, but she couldn't treat him as an ordinary uncle.

The king's heart is unpredictable, even if the emperor's questions are about trivial matters, Ying Baoyue still answers with tense nerves.

"Aren't you tired of standing?"

After chatting for a few words, Emperor Ying waved to her, patted the couch he was sitting on, and casually raised his chin, "Sit down."

What Emperor Ying was sitting on was not a dragon chair, but a simple dwarf chair.But this is not something that ordinary people can sit on.

Ying Baoyue opened her eyes slightly, hesitated for a moment and walked over.

She tucked her knees and sat down, but the seat was not low, but on the ground beside the couch.

She slowly leaned her back on the foot of the couch.

Emperor Ying glanced at his feet and smiled, "It's cold on the ground."

"Your Majesty, I dare not sit next to you because of my humble status."

"But you dare to turn your back on me?" Emperor Ying looked at her with a faint smile.

Ying Baoyue turned around and bowed his hands to him, "It's my humble minister who was rude."

"It's okay," Emperor Ying said leisurely, "If it was your master, he would already be sitting next to the widow."

Ying Baoyue frowned, she didn't like Emperor Ying's tone when he mentioned Lin Shubai.

However, she was really just a substitute.

The person Emperor Ying really wanted to find in the middle of the night was Lin Shubai, not her.

Thinking of this, Ying Baoyue relaxed again, leaned his back on the bench, and looked at the tall shelves in the secret room.

On each shelf and on each level is a candle, which fills the room in the dark like stars.

This is a man-made sea of ​​stars, and Emperor Ying stayed alone in this sea of ​​stars, staring at this sea of ​​stars, just like watching the mountains and rivers he laid down.

"If you want Master to come to see you, you just need to make an order." Ying Baoyue said softly.

"But I don't want to." Emperor Ying also looked at the elevated buildings in the secret room, his eyes were secretive, "I hope she can take the initiative to stay by my side forever."

forever?initiative?
Lin Shubai had already chosen to be by his side, even leaving his own children in Nanchu.

What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

Ying Baoyue fixed her eyes on the shelf full of pills, "Your Majesty, is this the pill refined by the pill room?"

"Well," Emperor Ying glanced at it, and said calmly, "There are also tributes from the feudal kingdom."

No wonder so many.

"You put all the pills here?" Ying Baoyue looked at the huge amount of pills, "I thought you took them all."

Her self-proclaiming changed from "Wei Chen" to "I" unconsciously, but Emperor Ying didn't care, he slanted back and spoke leisurely.

"If the widow eats all of them, I'm afraid he won't be here anymore."

Ying Baoyue was stunned for a moment, what Emperor Ying meant was...

"Why? Do you think the widow doesn't know?"

As soon as Emperor Ying raised his hand, a vermilion elixir on the shelf flew to his palm in an instant.

The man played with the elixir with his fingertips, "This is not a elixir for longevity, but contains a lot of cinnabar. If you really eat it, it will only shorten the lifespan of the widow."

Ying Baoyue was really surprised now, she didn't expect Emperor Ying to know that these pills were poisonous.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Emperor Ying sneered, "Don't tell me you are a fool in your eyes?"

Of course he is not a fool, but a unparalleled emperor in this world.

But for the ancients who didn't understand chemistry, being able to realize that elixir is poisonous can only be said to be a genius who can create a practice system.

Emperor Ying did not become dizzy due to old age, but was very clear-headed.

It's just that Ying Baoyue didn't understand even more, "Your Majesty, since you know that the elixir is poisonous, why do you need someone to concoct it for you?"

It is too contradictory for Emperor Ying to pursue immortality with such fanfare, but he does not believe in the elixir of immortality at all.

"The widow just knows that these pills can't help people live longer," Emperor Ying said indifferently, "but it doesn't mean that there is no way to make people live longer in this world."

He looked at the thousands of pills on the shelf, "It's a pity that my subordinates are all trash, and I only use these things to prevaricate the widow."

Ying Baoyue understood.

Emperor Ying asked people to make alchemy, in fact, he was betting on a probability, to see if anyone could make a real one.

To put it bluntly, he just doesn't believe in the alchemy made by those sorcerers, but it's not that he doesn't believe in longevity.

"Your Majesty, I dare to say something," Ying Baoyue hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to say that sentence, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, and it cannot be reversed by manpower."

The eyes of the lazy man suddenly sharpened, "Oh? You mean, there is no way of longevity in the world?"

Unimaginable coercion covered the entire secret room.

Ying Baoyue knew that she had touched the opposite scale of the other party, but she was already mentally prepared.

"Yes," Ying Baoyue stared fixedly into Emperor Ying's lead-gray eyes, "The sky has its own way, so please don't go against the sky, Your Majesty."

"Go against the sky?"

Emperor Ying was originally full of anger, but suddenly he burst out laughing when he heard this.

Ying Baoyue had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"I didn't expect these words to come from your mouth." Emperor Ying finished laughing and stared into her eyes. "If you want to obey God's will, then you should have died in the cloud forest 18 years ago."

Ying Baoyue trembled all over.

"Don't forget, your master was not born a practitioner, but she changed her destiny and became an acquired practitioner, and raised you against the way of heaven."

"I created a practice system and told you, Master, that there is a human god in this world, and she lived up to my high expectations and became a human god."

"According to my calculations, the lifespan of a human god far exceeds that of ordinary people, exceeding a hundred years. To some extent, this is already a kind of longevity!"

The emperor's eyes were burning, and he was fixed on Ying Baoyue.

"Whether you are masters and apprentices or widows, you have always been going against the sky."

"But now, you want the widow not to violate the way of heaven?"

"What a joke!"