Before entering Master Fan Manor, Xu Le had spent dozens of days observing and eavesdropping. From his disguise to a series of detailed problems, he had made ample preparations. The details decided everything, and the details seemed to have decided that he could enter so easily.
Although he had made so many preparations, he still didn't have the slightest bit of confidence. This was because this white manor was unknown in the Federation, but to the Empire, it was too important. The smell of history was too strong. The bracelet he had come into contact with when he was young, and the story of Twilight in the Palace City made him particularly cautious of this place.
Because of this kind of psychological preparation, even if there was an electromagnetic cannon hidden behind the black cloth, or dozens of invisible mecha that were far beyond the level of modern technology suddenly popped out of thin air, he might not be surprised … but the scene before his eyes shocked him so much that he could not speak, and his body stiffened.
Whether it was the Federation or the Empire, their history was written by a combination of pen and gun. At this moment, his hand was tightly gripping the cold metal gun, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the man who casually asked about Schiller's novels.
That was the content of the novel, the pen, and the words. It was very different from the current atmosphere, as if a wandering poet had suddenly appeared on a bloody battlefield. It was either pretentious or stupid.
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"I've read many of Schiller's novels, but I don't have much of a literary opinion."
Xu Le's footsteps were soft and silent, and he expressionlessly took two steps forward. The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of the man's head. The strange feeling made him subconsciously lower his voice as he answered.
The middle-aged man wore an extremely ordinary thin coat. The hem was a little long, and it covered his legs and knees. The room was warm like spring, so he wasn't afraid of the cold.
He didn't seem to feel the cold metal gun at the back of his head. He scratched his head, put down the pen in his hand, and turned back with a frown. "Reckless men like you who only know how to fight have never studied comparative literature or genre literature. My question was a little redundant, but since you've read so much, quickly recite a few of my novels. The Empire's collection of information is still problematic. Those idiots sent by the military always think that novels are not serious business. They only know how to draw maps. There are still a few of Schiller's early novels that haven't been collected yet. "
Xu Le looked at the face of the middle-aged man under the muzzle of the gun. His finger on the trigger couldn't help but tremble slightly. He didn't know why, but he had a strong urge to blow this face into pieces.
It wasn't because this face was too ugly, too wretched, or too frivolous. It was because this face was too … beautiful.
Xu Le had seen many handsome men in his life. There was no need to mention the delicate and pretty Bai Magnolia and the gloomy Li Qishao for the time being. Shi Qinghai, who had a mesmerizing face and peach blossom eyes, was his best friend. He had enough tolerance for a man with a beautiful face, but at this time, he was almost unable to suppress the jealousy and hatred in the depths of his heart.
This man from the Empire had a head full of white hair. He was not young, but his face was so perfect that it made people jealous. He was even closer to the category of monsters than Mr Shi. It was enough to make all the men hate him and feel that the Creator was a bastard.
"Don't tremble with your fingers."
The middle-aged man from the Empire tried to move the gun barrel away from his forehead, but he found that Xu Le's hand was very tight. He helplessly gave up the idea and said innocently, "I know that many male animals have the urge to destroy my face when they look at it. But this has nothing to do with me. It's my parents. To be more precise, it's a biological mark passed down by some ancestor. "
He continued with emotion, "The greatest tragedy in the world is to destroy beautiful things and display the process for others to see. I admit that my face is the source of countless tragedies."
Xu Le's knuckles turned slightly white as he gripped the gun. He found that this mysterious man in front of him was not only ridiculously beautiful, but also nag and narcissism to an outrageous extent.
"Who exactly are you?" He knew that his question didn't have much power because it was too cliché, but this was the question he was most nervous about at the moment.
"This is Master Fan's mansion." The man from the Empire looked at him with a smile. His bright eyes were unusually charming, and even the few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes had an indescribable feeling.
"So?" Xu Le's thick eyebrows raised slightly.
"So … I am naturally the Great Teacher."
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According to the background introduction of Huai Caoshi's story, the Great Teacher was a title, a great title that was inherited by a certain family. This family of unknown origins helped the Huai family establish the Hibiscus Dynasty, and for more than seven hundred years, they had been hiding behind the scenes to support the royal family's rule over the vast star region. Every Great Teacher naturally became the teacher of the Empire's emperor, so the title of Great Teacher gradually became an actual position.
This kind of existence was definitely amazing, especially when he knew that the former Great Teacher had taught Li Pifu and Feng Yu, the pair of brothers. Xu Le no longer doubted this point. He had thought that the current Great Teacher might have three heads and six arms as thick as thighs, but he didn't expect that when he really met him, he would still be severely shocked.
"Alright, I admit that I'm not a guest." Xu Le took a deep breath to calm himself down. His finger that was stroking the trigger relaxed, but he was ready to pull at any moment. He intimately pressed the muzzle of the gun between the beautiful face's eyebrows and said with a slightly hoarse voice, "I seem to have to admit that you seemed to know that I was coming and have been waiting for me. But the problem is, do you know who I am?"
"The entire Empire is looking for you." Great Teacher Fan smiled and replied, "But other than His Majesty and Xiao Shi, probably no one knows your true identity. But if others don't know, how can I not know?"
"Please try to be concise." Xu Le gradually calmed down. He twisted his lips and pressed the muzzle forward without hesitation.
The Great Teacher frowned because of this action. He then stood up, as if he wasn't worried that Xu Le would pull the trigger at all. He waved his hand and said, "You are Nasri's son, so you should be Jian Shui'er's half-brother. Based on this relationship, you should also call me uncle. Is it popular in the Federation to point a gun at one's uncle's head and shout 'kill'?"
"Well, if we don't start from my poor sister, or from my poor father who died in the hands of an old man, Nasri and I are brothers. I am the disciple of the Sect Leader … Hmm, does the Federation have such a cute title?"
Listening to the middle-aged man in front of him talking non-stop, Xu Le suddenly felt as if all the sounds in the room were being absorbed by the black cloth that was everywhere. He couldn't hear anything at all, but the words were clearly transmitted into his mind. There were too many plots and clues in a few simple sentences. It was so complicated that even his logical brain was a little confused.
"Wait, this is a little too complicated. You have to let me sort it out first …" Xu Le reached out his left hand with a headache, indicating for the other to stop.
"Oh, the relationship between the great families has always been very complicated. If you are interested, you can study the history …" The Great Teacher continued excitedly.
Xu Le helplessly moved the muzzle of the gun down a little and blocked the Great Teacher's mouth. With an extremely serious expression, he said, "Let's start from the beginning. You said that Jian Shui'er has to call you uncle. Does that mean that her mother is your elder sister or younger sister?"
Logically speaking, the Great Teacher, who should be incomparably honorable and serious, was now squeezing his extraordinarily beautiful face, ignoring the cold muzzle of the gun in his mouth, and vaguely explaining, "I said that she is my elder sister."
"So your elder sister is the former Great Teacher's younger daughter? Then what are you? "Xu Le thought of the story that Huai Caoshi had told him and asked in confusion. The muzzle of the gun subconsciously moved away.
"She is the younger daughter, and I am the younger son. This relationship is very simple. The former Great Teacher is my father, and my elder sister is my father's daughter. Isn't it natural?"
"So, Jian Shui'er and Huai Caoshi are half-sisters?" Xu Le opened his small eyes wide and came to an incredible conclusion.
The Great Teacher looked at him and nodded. He spread his hands and said, "Jian Shui'er made His Majesty wear a green hat. Otherwise, why would he go crazy whenever he saw Jian Shui'er? But you don't have to worry too much about the incestuous relationship between you and Xiao Shi. She and Jian Shui'er are half-sisters, you and Jian Shui'er are half-sisters, and you and Xiao Shi are half-sisters.
Xu Le felt a headache coming on. The Great Teacher was focusing on the main point, so he asked, "Then you … the current Great Teacher of the Empire is Jian Shui'er's uncle, and also Huai Caoshi's uncle?"
"I am very proud to have two nieces who are the most outstanding in their respective fields," the Great Teacher said with satisfaction.
He waved his arm again, causing the thin coat on his body to flutter in the wind, revealing his bare thighs and a corner of his underwear.
Xu Le didn't expect this important person to have such a strange habit of dressing. The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. He silently thought about these complicated things, and his feelings were indescribable. Of course, he knew that he wasn't the Great Teacher's son, but it seemed that the Empire insisted on this, so these complicated relationships involved him.
"I don't think you waited for me just to tell me a story." He narrowed his eyes, not looking at the middle-aged man's thighs. He shrugged and said, "Actually, I don't even know how you guessed that I would be able to escape and enter the Great Teacher Fan Manor."
"I heard that Nasri died. You inherited his legacy, so of course you were able to escape successfully." The Great Teacher smiled and said, "Several decades ago, when I was still young, I ordered him as his brother-in-law to find a way to take me to the Federation to play. Only then did he create that little blue thing."
"Although he didn't keep his word and didn't take me to the Federation, I thought that since you had that little blue thing on you, how could the Empire's surveillance catch you?"
"As for why I guessed that you would come to the Great Teacher Fan Manor, the reason is very simple."
The Great Teacher completely ignored his pistol and naturally turned to pick up the teacup on the table. His thin clothes fluttered like an immortal, and his two thighs were a shocking sight.
"Student Huai Fuchai will go completely crazy when he hears the names Li Pifu and Nasri. If you want to live, or even go back, of course you have to find someone to help you. But you're alone in the Empire, who can you find?"
The Great Teacher's legs were bare. He smiled and said, "After all, we are relatives. Although we don't interact much, we still have to visit each other occasionally."
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