Night.

The first mountain and sea, the imperial capital, the imperial city.

Surrounded by tall blue-gray city walls, painted in vermilion, purple and gold, it seems to be a huge palace complex that lingers with the vicissitudes of ancient times.

From time to time, you can see modern buildings with abnormal styles mixed in, but they do not give people a sense of incompatibility at all, but are connected by a strange bond, which makes each other melt.

And located in the southeast corner of the imperial city, stands a strange shape of the tower.

The whole body is glazed, and the blue color is cold.

The two corners are bent like a crescent moon.

Its name is "The Platform", and it is the place where the Supreme Monarch of the Empire worships the moon.

At this moment, on the wide platform, surrounded by silk and bamboo, feasting and drinking.

It seems that the graceful finger sound that does not resemble the music of the world surrounds it.

The most amazing thing is that on this platform, a special ritual called "stargazing" has been depicted by the Imperial Research Department, which makes this platform have the ability to penetrate the illusion world to a certain extent.

As long as you are on the platform, you can observe the changes in the stars and moon phases at any time.

And because except for the night of the crescent moon, the platform is always filled with moonlight.

This platform also has a name, "The Eternal Moon Sleepless Land".

A poetry meeting is underway by the emperor of the current empire.

Today, half a month has passed.

A group of well-dressed men and women sat at the bottom of the platform, all of them sitting solemnly, as if there was wine and food in front of them, a full moon overhead, picturesque scenery, and fairy sounds, but they could not arouse their interest in the slightest.

In fact, anyone who has been sitting in this place for more than half a month will not be able to do anything but recite poetry and appreciate poetry, and will also be bored with the prospect.

The time of this poetry meeting is a little too long.

However, no one present questioned this matter.

Because, now the emperor of the empire is sitting on the highest throne on that platform, and the old president of their "Yongyue Poetry Society" is admiring the moon and poetry......

They don't know what kind of poem can make these two people appreciate it for so long.

But if anyone present can come here, there will obviously be no brains in the water.

So this look has continued to this day.

Suddenly, one or two slight coughs came from the top of the platform.

made everyone dare not look directly, but they still couldn't help but use the corner of their eyes to secretly look.

Through the gap in the curtain made of glass beads.

Shaped entirely of glass, the seat area reached a staggering two square meters, and a young man in a white velvet coat was sitting on a blanket covered in white fur, his body curled up slightly.

His body didn't look athletic, and he even looked a little thin, but judging from his exposed skeleton, he was definitely not low.

The pale face flushed with coughing, the handsome face, but with a little as a frost sword, red eyes, half-white hair, put together, but it gives people a sense of majesty as if a fairy god has descended into the world, and he dare not look at it directly.

He is the emperor of the current empire, called "Zhide".

It means supreme virtue.

….

Of course, it's okay to listen to this name.

After all, since the founding of the empire, this generation of emperors has been passed down, and it is difficult to say what else is wrong, but it is obviously not very virtuous, but the fault of self-proclaimed moral example is more serious than the other.

For example, the "Emperor of Virtue", the "Emperor of Morality", the "Emperor of Great Virtue", the "Emperor of Shengde", and the "Emperor of Virtue" of today.

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All in all, since a hundred years ago, the head of the Imperial Ministry of Rites was bald in order to give the emperor a name, and he took office later

The officials of the Ministry of Rites are becoming more and more shameless, and they dare to use any name.

And if it is on the right occasion, to call this emperor, then it may also be added with prefixes such as holy and brave.

Of course, in private, when the people present addressed this emperor, they preferred to use another title - "Candle Dragon Emperor".

From the Second Mountains and Seas, a name given by an alien race who has studied the imperial texts.

"There is a god at the end of the chapter, with a human face and a snake body, closed eyes and dark eyes, and open eyes to dawn......

This title was given by the alien race with the lessons of blood and fire in the second mountain and sea attack that was vigorously advanced by the "Emperor Zhide" in the 51st year since his accession to the throne.

And a more practical price is that one-tenth of the continental plate of the second mountain and sea will sink directly......

And at this moment, sitting opposite this Candle Dragon Emperor was an old man with white hair, his face was full of wrinkles, sleepy eyes, half-squinted, and he sat crookedly on a sandalwood chair, staggering, of course, worried that the old man would fall off the chair when he would, and then burp straight back to the west.

It just so happens that there is also wine and food in front of me, and you can eat it directly at the table.

"Mr. Zhang, the moon is very full today." The Candle Dragon Emperor coughed for a while, and then slowly spoke.

The voice reveals a sense of maturity that does not match the appearance at all.

This is also normal, although from the outside, their Candle Dragon Emperor, except for the half-white hair, is completely young.

But his real age is actually more than seventy.

As the emperor of the empire, the Candle Dragon Emperor naturally will not lack any life-prolonging elixir in his hands.

Even the Yongyue Poetry Society offered him a lot of immortal spring water condensed by the essence of the moon.

These elixirs have been piled up, and even ordinary people with poor qualifications can prolong their lives for tens or hundreds of years.

However, when it came to the Candle Dragon Emperor, these elixirs were like the previous emperors of the empire, and their effectiveness was weakened to the extent that they were not one in ten, and even the weakness of his body could not be changed.

However, in addition to prolonging life and improving physical fitness, the rejuvenation effect of the Fountain of Youth, however, was well preserved in the Candle Dragon Emperor.

Decades have passed, and only a half-white hair shows signs of the vicissitudes of time.

"Your Majesty," the old man raised his head tremblingly, squinting at the moon that almost covered their heads overhead, "Today's moon is really round, counting the days, today should be fifteen."

"It's fifteen, ahem." The Candle Dragon Emperor said slowly.

Everyone in the audience pricked up their ears to listen to the conversation between the two, but it was extremely uncomfortable to hear.

Both of these guys speak at an extremely slow pace, like two Alzheimer's patients, having a difficult conversation.

It's all dispensable nonsense, but although the people in the audience are uncomfortable to listen to, they definitely don't dare to think so.

Instead, I feel that these two goods are playing something.

As for whether it is or not, no one dares to ask.

I could only sit like this, watching the two of them look at the full moon on the platform, and chatting about whether they had a ride or not.

It's raining outside