"Then did you and the teacher enter this painting realm by yourself?" I asked rhetorically. "But that's obviously impossible, in that case you should have left here a long time ago."

"My teacher and I have indeed become part of this picture, but the initiator of this is not Zhang Zeduan." Song Huizong's words can be described as a hundred turns at this moment, and they can always push people into a deeper whirlpool. "It's me, I ordered him to do it."

"It's you! How could you enclose yourself in a painting, and why bother? Asking for help? "I was a little dumbfounded, because I had guessed this kind of ending before, but I immediately denied myself, because I couldn't believe that Song Huizong would be so "cocooned and self-bound".

"Asking for your own hardship? This is suffering, this is just a kind of self-salvation. Song Huizong laughed helplessly. I want to ask the chief a question, and if you answer my question, you will see all the causes and consequences at a glance. ”

"Okay, listen to me."

"Dao Chief, you and I are both cultivators, so you should know that it is possible to predict the Dao Fa when you cultivate to a certain level."

"It's true, you can see something from the fog that is going to happen, and although it is only some afterimage, you can really get some glimpse of the heavens from it." Daoist Zuo replied slowly, perhaps he didn't realize that Song Huizong would suddenly ask such a strange question.

Their words are true, because when I encountered difficulties several times, it was the Zuo Dao Commander who helped me to predict the uncertainties and guide me.

"Dao Chief, if you were me, you spied on the Song Dynasty and would perish, what would you do?"

"This ......"

"Daoist, you must know that cultivators must not leak heavenly secrets. And there are many things that you can't do even if you know the outcome, and you can't change it. Song Huizong then said.

"yes...... If it is a person's fate, it can also be lit up for him, but if it is the fate of a dynasty, it is not enough. Daoist Zuo sighed deeply. Sometimes you know that a person is going to die, and all you can do is watch them die slowly, and it's such an ordeal that I rarely snoop into the heavens all these years. If I were the emperor, I would have to wait silently for the coming of destruction. ”

"I, like you, saw the fate of the Song Dynasty before I became emperor...... I saw my children being mistreated and mutilated, and I saw myself being the most humble prisoner. Song Huizong's face turned gloomy. But what do you think I can do? ”

If that's the case, you really can't do anything, even if you can do something, you can't do it, and those who practice the Tao must not go against the sky. If you don't understand the Tao and can't see the heavenly machine, then you can do whatever you do, but if you are a person who already knows the future, then you can't do anything but watch your world being swallowed up by other countries, because no matter what you do, you can no longer maintain the original thoughts. Zuo Daochang's face also became extremely ugly. This...... It's cruel. ”

"Dao Chief, if you think about it, if you were standing in my place, would it be the same, then it would be you who the world would curse in the future. I don't know why I was chosen as emperor, it's a nightmare. Song Huizong chuckled twice, then shook his head.

If Song Huizong was not an emperor, then he would definitely be remembered by the world like those famous painters. But it can't be helped, that's fate.

"Hahaha, now that I think about the sentence that Song Huizong can do everything, but it still makes some sense for Jun'er." Song Huizong laughed bitterly.

"So you're going to use this realm in the painting to keep Bianjing? Let future generations know the prosperity of that time? ”

Song Huizong couldn't help laughing. "You are overestimating me, how can a person like me have any country in his heart, I only have myself and my teacher in my heart."

"Before the Jingkang Rebellion, you prepared for your own afterlife." Zuo Daochang's expression was a little flustered, he didn't think of the origin of the realm in this painting, and he didn't expect that Song Huizong had already seen through everything.

"I needed a painting that showed the style of Bianjing in its entirety, because I was used to it, and I definitely didn't have time to do it myself, so I found Zhang Zeduan, who was a famous painter in the court at that time, and his painting style was rigorous, so he was the first choice for this project." Song Huizong revealed a faint sadness when he spoke. "It took him ten years to do this task, and it was really hard for him."

Zuo Daochang took a deep breath. "You gave him your own soul?"

"I gave him the hair of me and my teacher, and he extracted his soul from that hair and then integrated it into the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", so that after I and my teacher died, we would enter the realm of this painting, and integrate with "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", just like Han Xizai touched it."

Shishi was inevitably a little shocked when she heard this, and her eyes blinked uneasily. "Husband, you never told me about it."

"Only Zhang Zeduan and I know about this matter, so naturally we can't just talk about it, because I know that at that time, not only did we know the existence of the realm in the painting, but there were also such painters among those golden people, and I had to make this matter foolproof. After Zhang Zeduan completed the painting, he returned to his hometown. "Song Huizong made this matter clear with his gentle words." I just did this to have a better world with my teacher, a world where no one bothered, to make up for the regrets of my life. But then I felt that I owed too much to my teacher, so I kept catching some people from later generations in, just so that my teacher could enjoy the prosperity she deserved. ”

"Husband...... "Shishi's eyes are red and swollen again." You could have told me, and if you had told me, I would have stopped you from doing those things. I came from a humble background, where did I think about any prosperity? ”

"Master, never say that again." Song Huizong hugged her gently. "There are only us and our daughter left in this world, and there is no distinction between high and low."

Yes, there is no distinction between high and low.

"Yujing once remembered the old prosperity. Ten thousand miles of the emperor's house. Qionglin Jade Palace, the noisy string orchestra, the twilight column sheng pipa. Huacheng people go to Xiaosuo today, and spring dreams surround Husha. Where is the home mountain, endure listening to the Qiang flute, blowing through the plum blossoms. Song Huizong recited a poem during his lifetime, and the artistic conception really coincided with today.

A gentle breeze blew through the window into the splendid palace, as if it had blown thousands of years of dust.

The cold wind is steep, the storm is fierce, and the plum is falling, but it is just a dream.

I began to feel a little grateful for entering such a world, which, although unreal, allowed me to witness such a poignant story, the world is fake, but the affection is real.

True or false, who can tell clearly? The story is told, and everything is gone.

At this moment, I realized that the Song Huizong we know is not the real Song Huizong, the teacher we know is not the real teacher, and the real history will not be true unless I tell it.