It stands to reason that Zhang Zeduan was an upright person, would not say flattery, and was highly cultivated. He could naturally see the key points in the painting, so his comments should be more objective.

But everyone thinks that Zhao Ji is actually a bastard, but Zhang Zeduan only thinks that Zhao Ji has a very high artistic conception?

Shiying looked surprised and said, "Mr. Shen thinks so too?"

Seeing Shen Yue nodding, Shiying couldn't help but said: "Shiying also felt that Mr. Zhang was praising my father at first, and she felt that he was somewhat flattering, so she asked him, do you know who painted this painting?"

Shen Yue raised his eyebrows slightly, "What did he say?"

Shiying said slowly: "Mr. Zhang replied to me, what does it matter who painted it? We evaluate paintings, not people. Naturally, Shiying was dissatisfied and thought this was a very clever flattery, so she turned and left."

Shen Yue said softly: "But naturally the girl won't just let it go?"

Shiying nodded and said: "Yes, Shiying was concerned about this, so she went to her father to comment on his painting of Cloud Eagle. She said that when her father painted the portrait, she was thinking about flying high, being free, and integrating into this state. This is how you can create such a masterpiece. My father was startled when he heard this and asked me how I knew."

Shen Yue frowned, secretly thinking about Zhao Ji's portrait. Did he really think so at that moment?

This was originally an extremely incredible thing.

How could an emperor think about spreading his wings and flying freely?

In the eyes of the world, is there anything more comfortable than being an emperor?

Shiying continued: "Shiying was extremely surprised at that moment, because even Prime Minister Cai only said that his father's virtue moved the world, so he could have such paintings, but Mr. Zhang could see his father's thoughts at that time through the paintings. It was really extraordinary. Ordinary. When my father saw me, he was silent and said in a daze that he had indeed painted Cloud Eagle in a very strange state. After that, even my father could not paint such a painting again."

Yang Yao couldn't help but said: "What state is it? Does it mean that you are possessed by a ghost?"

Qing'er has been listening quietly. At this moment, she wants to take a look at Bai Yang, but she doesn't dare to make any mistakes.

Shiying was not angry, but just shook her head and said: "Father hasn't said anything, Master Yang, and Shiying can't answer either."

Yang Yao felt a little guilty when he saw this. He thought to himself that Shiying's father and brother were both prisoners now, and she was like a sheep among wolves. Even if he was dissatisfied with the Song Dynasty, why should he embarrass this poor woman?

"Yang made a mistake and deserves a drink as punishment." Yang Yao drank another glass of wine.

Shen Yue glanced at Yang Yao. He knew that Yang Yao shouldn't drink like this in such a dangerous environment, but he kept drinking silently. Naturally, he had something to hide.

However, he did not advise Yang Yao to drink less, because he knew that Yang Yao had his own sense of proportion.

Seeing this, Shiying hurriedly said: "Mr. Yang's words are serious." She recalled again: "Shiying finally became curious about Mr. Zhang, so she went to the art academy again. It was not a matter of love between men and women, but more of curiosity."

She said something for no reason, blushing slightly, not daring to look into Shen Yue's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Shiying asked Mr. Zhang how he knew his father's state of mind when he was painting. Mr. Zhang was in a trance at that time and said something very... It’s strange to say that, is he really affected?”

"What do you mean?" Yang Yao asked, holding the wine bottle.

He found that Shen Yue didn't ask questions much, and he couldn't figure it out himself, so he could only ask more questions.

Shiying shook her head, "Shiying was puzzled, and Mr. Zhang didn't say anything after that."

But Shen Yue's heart was throbbing. His first thought was, did Xiao Chu want to change Song Huizong?

Knowing history and choosing to change the people in history, isn’t that what too many people want to do?

Shiying continued: "Because of this, Shiying thought Mr. Zhang was different, so she asked him for advice on painting. Mr. Zhang was indeed very talented. He not only taught Shiying many painting techniques, but also made Shiying understand The world is suffering.”

Frowning slightly, Shi Ying said: "Now Shi Ying understands that eating minced meat is not just a thing in ancient times. We are in this situation in the Song Dynasty right now, so I can't help but persuade my father... to reduce taxes and stop doing it." What kind of Huashi Gang is there to prevent the people from having to work so hard?"

Yang Yao murmured: "You are a good girl."

Shiying blushed slightly and said a little disappointed: "But my father suddenly became furious and said that my child was ignorant. He was rarely so angry with me. Shiying was afraid and did not dare to persuade her. She could only go to Zhang Tell your sorrow in front of Mr.

Sighing slightly, Shiying whispered: "Shiying is very quiet, so there are not many people in the palace who can talk." Looking at Shen Yue, Shiying's face turned red, "Mr. Zhang comforted Shiying , saying that worldly affairs are just about doing human things and obeying destiny. It is difficult for us to change others, but we can change our own state of mind."

Shen Yue praised: "That's very well said."

What Xiao Chu said was exactly the original intention of practice.

Shiying said slowly: "Mr. Zhang also said that Shiying actually...had some wisdom, but was bound by the world. He advised Shiying to read more scriptures, so Shiying started to read scriptures."

Qing'er suddenly said from the side: "The princess has a good memory and has recited many scriptures. Mr. Zhang also praised the princess very much."

She had been with Shiying for a long time, but she couldn't tell that Shiying was interested in Shen Yue, so she couldn't help but talk about the princess's advantages.

Shiying's face turned red again, and she whispered: "Qing'er, please stop talking nonsense. In front of Mr. Shen, my little knowledge is nothing."

Shen Yue said in a deep voice: "Shiying, you can understand the true meaning of practice in a moment and concentrate on it. This is something you can only do with great wisdom, so... you don't have to belittle yourself."

Shiying's face glowed instantly.

When Qing'er saw this, she secretly thought that the princess had not been in such a mood for many years.

"Thank you sir for your encouragement."

Shiying lowered her head and said, her voice trembling a little, "But at that time, Shiying only knew that the principles in the scriptures were good, but she had little realization. Because she was familiar with Mr. Zhang, he finally said to me one day, I don't know Can I help?"

Looking at Shen Yue, Shiying's eyes sparkled, "He asked me to hand over a picture to my father. That picture was Along the River During the Qingming Festival. But before he asked me to hand over the picture, he told me a story."

"What story?" Shen Yue keenly felt that this story might be the truth.

Shiying recalled: "He said that there was a paradise in this world called Shambhala."

Shen Yue was slightly startled. In modern times, Shambhala is Shangri-La. Many people are familiar with Shangri-La Hotel, but they don't know that in the minds of practitioners in the Snowy Mountains, Shambhala is similar to Buddhist terms such as Pure Land and Western Heaven.

He Shen Yue has been living in the Snowy Mountains for many years and has always regarded Shambhala as the place where his mind is revealed. Who would have thought that there really is such a place here?

"In Shambhala, there is no death." Shiying said again. Seeing Shen Yue's brows twitching slightly, Shiying couldn't help but said: "Sir... what's wrong with you?"
Chapter completed!