Juliana’s workshop Chapter 58: The truth of history

　　 For Lulunaka, seeing herself appearing in a painting is not a new thing, but no matter how many times she sees it, she will find it interesting. The old emperor was by her side, and she, almost lying on the desk, was about to point her chin on the drawing, and her eyes were almost on it, “It’s really weird… when did she leave this thing? It feels like I was secretly intercepted by some people when I didn’t know it, and stayed in a certain moment.” Speaking of this, Lulunaka raised her head and asked the old emperor: “ Who painted it?”

　　 The old emperor spread his hands and shook his head, “I just inherited such a painting, but I don’t know which ancestor left such an important moment.”

　　Lulunaka touched her head, then stretched out her finger to stick to herself in the picture. The self drawn on the parchment paper is still very well preserved, and if you just touch it a little bit, it will not destroy the painting. “First, let you know something. In your eyes, this painting may be the intersection of history and mythology, and it may also be associated with things like the so-called destiny or gifts… But there is no such thing.”

　　 Lulunaka took the painting up and spread it out in the air. The characters in the painting are penetrated by light and become somewhat transparent. “It’s such a delicate scene. It’s deliberate. Let me know who came up with it. Attention. Absolutely…” When it came to this, Lulunaka sighed and smiled bitterly, “Oh, say this. It doesn’t seem to make much sense anymore, no matter who it is, it’s already dead anyway.”

　　 “Is it something that is intolerable to you?” the old emperor asked, “It was recorded.” His knowledge of Lulunaka was limited to those only a small part of the royal family. In the secret record of, if you know how much you know about Lulunaka, it is only on paper.

　　” I’m used to this kind of thing secretly recorded by some people, anyway, it’s just a myth and wild history classified as illusory, and after a while it will become a story written by some people. I thought about it.” Lulunaka didn’t mind very much, other things she cared about, “I’m just a little worried, whether I have become a symbol of something.” Lulunaka pointed to the painting. Sitting on the altar, “I’ll explain first, remembering and recording this kind of thing can easily beautify someone, or arrange some status and symbolism inexplicably. This painting…you What I saw and what I experienced are definitely not the same thing. There is no destiny, and no gods’ gifts. The painting is not a myth… It’s just a bored person, to someone passing by by chance. Warriors, just asked some strange questions.” At this point, the smile on Lulunaka’s face returned, “but the hero is in this painting, otherwise you won’t be the emperor. See this The familiar picture reminds me that there were still people who were so courageous that they wanted to take me away.”

　　 Hearing this, the old emperor couldn’t help but laughed, “Has this happened before?”

　　 “Should I say that the ignorant is fearless, or the brave is invincible.” Lulunaka looked up at the old emperor, “Maybe both. I don’t think you want to hear the scandals of your ancestors, or to say Do you really have such an interest?”

　　The old emperor was silent for a while, and sat opposite Lulunaka. At this time, the positions of the two changed. Lulunaka lay on the desk of the owner, while the old emperor sat opposite. “I won’t listen to the things of the ancestors. Maybe if you listen to them with longing, you will become very disappointed.”

　　 “That’s right, worship is not a good thing, this kind of thought will only bring about all kinds of messy results.” Lulunaka seemed very satisfied with the old emperor’s answer, with a very bright smile on her face. “But I think you are like this, there must be something you want to ask, right?”

　　 “You said just now, you just asked a few questions.” The old emperor said, “I am actually quite interested in this-what did you ask about the ancestors of the riders who were nomads at the time? .”

　　 Lulunaka’s little hand was placed on her chin, and she showed a pensive expression, “What did I ask…let me think about…” She looked up at the bookshelves around her, “This kind of thing Didn’t you write it down? I think since there will be such a picture peeping into my privacy, there will be idlers who will do it again?”

　　 Seeing the old emperor shook his head, Lulunaka’s face was a little annoyed, “I didn’t stay…but it’s not surprising that although I am in this painting, there are not many details. It is just another creation. The same. If you think about it this way, it’s probably a re-created product.”

　　 Lulunaka’s contemplative appearance is not known if it is pretended, at least the old emperor is very patient, for him ~IndoMTL.com~ time is running out, and there is almost nothing to do, then Waiting for someone’s answer is not so boring.

　　 Lulunaka snapped her fingers, “I remember! But do you really want to hear it?”

　　 reconfirmed Lulunaka, the old emperor just smiled. Seeing the appearance of the old emperor, Lulunaka continued, “It was a cold and windy day. At that time, this land was not so stable and prosperous… To make a long story short, for some reason, I saw you. Ancestors. I was bored at the time, so I asked some questions to make things difficult for them.”

　　 Lulunaka stretched out three fingers, “The first question, can you build a country? The second question, can you get the people? The third question, can you be a king?” Lu Every time Lunaka said a question, she retracted a finger, and after knowing the three questions, her hand became a fist.

　　The old emperor sat in front of Lulunaka, like a student, receiving an inquiry from the teacher. He touched his beard and was silent for a while. When he was about to speak, Lulunaka seemed to be aware of his intentions and interrupted: “Right, don’t ask me what their answer is, this kind of question There is no standard answer. If you know someone else’s answer, then you will lose the answer you have. This is meaningless.”

　　 The old emperor was stunned for a while, and then smiled relievedly, “Haha, it is true. If you know someone else’s answer, then it’s meaningless.” He paused, then went on.” So do you want to hear my answer?”

　　 Lulunaka shook her head decisively, “I’m not interested, if you don’t want to hear it, I don’t bother to say it. I didn’t come to do this kind of magical thing, I don’t want to pretend to be a fool. .”