For Lulunaka, seeing herself appear in a painting is nothing new, but no matter how many times you look at it, you will find it interesting. The old emperor was beside her, and she was almost lying on the desk, her chin was almost on the painting, and her eyes were almost on it, "What a strange...... When did I leave this kind of thing, it feels like I was secretly intercepted by someone when I didn't know it, and stayed in a certain moment. With that, Lulunaka looked up 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 and put her finger on her body in the painting. The painting on the parchment is still very well preserved, and if you touch it a little, it will not destroy the painting. "First of all, there's something I want you to know...... In your eyes, this painting may be a crossroads between history and mythology, and it may also be associated with such things as a so-called destiny or gift...... But there is no such thing. ”

Lulunaka picked up the painting and unfolded it in the air. The figures in the painting are penetrated by the light and become somewhat transparent. "It's such a delicate scene, it's just deliberate, let me know who came up with the attention, absolutely ......" Speaking of this, Lulunaka sighed and smiled wryly, "Alas, it doesn't seem to make sense to say this, no matter who it is, it's dead anyway." ”

"Is this intolerable to you?" asked the old emperor, "to be recorded. "What he knows about Lulunaka is limited to secret records that only a small part of the royal family can read, and how much he knows about Lulunaka is only on paper.

"I'm used to being secretly recorded by some people, but anyway, it's just a myth and a wild history, and after a while it will become just a story and a fantasy made up by some people. Lulunaka didn't mind much, she cared about other things, "I'm just a little worried about whether I've become a symbol of something." Lulunaka gestured to herself sitting on the altar in the painting, "I explained first that remembering and recording this kind of thing can easily glorify someone, or inexplicably assign certain status and symbols. The painting ...... What you see and what I experience is certainly not the same thing. There is no destiny, no divine gifts, and there is no myth on this painting...... It's just that some bored person asks some strange questions to the soldiers who happen to pass by. At this, the smile on Lulunaka's face returned, "But the hero exists in this painting, otherwise you wouldn't be the emperor." Seeing this familiar picture reminded me that there were people who were so bold as to snatch me away. ”

Hearing this, the old emperor couldn't help but laugh, "Did such a thing happen?"

"Should the ignorant be fearless, or the brave invincible? Lulunaka looked up at the old emperor, "Maybe it's both." I don't think you'd want to hear about your ancestors, or do you really have that interest?"

The old emperor was silent for a moment, and sat down across from Lulunaka. At this time, the positions of the two changed, Lulunaka lay on the master's seat of the desk, and the old emperor sat opposite. "If you don't listen to the things of your ancestors, you may listen with longing and become disappointed. ”

That's right, worship doesn't do anything good, it just leads to all sorts of messy results. Lulunaka seemed to be satisfied with the old emperor's answer, and the smile on her face was particularly bright, "But I see you like this, there must be something you want to ask, right?"

"You just said it, but you just asked a few questions. The old emperor said, "I'm actually quite interested in this—what did you ask of your ancestors who were only nomadic riders at that time?" ”

Lulunaka's small hand rested on her chin and squeezed it with a pensive expression, "What did I ask...... Let me think about it......" she looked up at the bookshelves around her, "Didn't you write down this kind of thing? I think that if there is such a picture of peeping into my privacy, there will be more idlers doing it, right?"

Seeing that the old emperor shook his head, Lulunaka had a little annoyance on her face, "You didn't stay...... But it's not surprising that although it's me in this painting, there are no details, it's like a re-creation. If you think about it this way, it's probably a recreated product. ”

Lulunaka's meditative appearance didn't know if it was faked, at least the old emperor was very patient, for him, time was running out, and there were almost no things he wanted to do, so waiting for someone's answer was not such a boring thing.

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

The old emperor just smiled at Lulunaka's reconfirmation. Seeing the old emperor's appearance, Lulunaka continued, "It was a cold and windy day, and the land was not so stable and prosperous at that time...... Long story short, for some reason, I met your ancestors. I was bored and asked some questions to make things difficult for them. ”

Lulunaka stretched out three fingers, "The first question, can you build a nation? The second question, can you get the people?The third question, can you be a king?"

The old emperor sat in front of Lulunaka like a student, being questioned by a teacher. He stroked his beard and was silent for a while, but when Lulunaka seemed to sense his intentions, she interrupted: "By the way, don't ask me what their answers are, there is no standard answer to this kind of question, if you know someone else's answer, then you will lose the answer you have." It's not interesting at all. ”

The old emperor was stunned for a moment, and then showed a relieved smile, "Haha, it's true, if you know someone else's answer, it won't be interesting." He paused, then continued, "Would you like to hear my answer, then?"

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'm not here to do this kind of thing, I don't want to be a god. ”