Before entering Master Fan Mansion, Xu Le spent dozens of days observing and monitoring. From disguising his identity to a series of detailed questions, he made extremely thorough preparations. Details determine everything, and details seem to determine how easily he can enter.
Although he did so many preparatory actions, he still had no confidence, because this white courtyard was unknown to the Federation, but it was too important to the empire, and the taste of history was too strong. The story in the twilight of Miyagi made him extra vigilant about this place.
Because of this kind of psychological preparation, he may not be surprised even if there is an electromagnetic gun hidden behind the black cloth, or dozens of invisible mechas that are far beyond the level of modern technology suddenly pop out of the air... But this scene in front of him But it really shocked him, unable to speak, and his body was stiff.
Whether the Federation or the Empire, their histories are written by the pen and the gun. At this time, he held the cold metal gun tightly in his hand, and the man with the muzzle pointed at the gun casually asked Schiller's novel.
It was about the content of the novel, about the pen and about the words. It was very different from the atmosphere at this time. It was like a bard suddenly appeared on the bloody battlefield, either pretending to be a force or a fool.
"I've read a lot of Schiller's novels, but I don't have any literary opinions."
Xu Le's footsteps were soft and silent, his face was expressionless and he took two steps forward. The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of the man's head. The strange mood made him subconsciously lower his voice and reply.
The middle-aged man was wearing a very ordinary light coat with a long hem that covered his legs and knees. The heating in the room was like spring, so he didn't need to be afraid of the cold.
He didn't seem to feel the coldness of the metal pistol behind his head, he scratched his hair, put down the pen in his hand, turned his head and frowned and said, "A reckless man like you who only knows how to fight, of course, he hasn't studied any comparative literature. Genre literature, my question is really redundant, but since you have read a lot, hurry up and recite a few articles for me. There is still a problem with the collection of information in the empire. Those stupid soldiers sent by the military always think that novels are not serious business. My son, I only know how to draw maps, and there are still several of Schiller's early novels and scripts that I haven't collected yet."
Xu Le looked at the face of the middle-aged man from the empire under the gun, and the finger on the trigger couldn't help but tremble slightly.
It's not because this face is too ugly and wretched or the brows are frivolous like a goddamn lecherous demon, but because this face is too... beautiful.
Xu Le has seen many beautiful men in his life. Magnolia, who is beautiful and graceful, and Li Qishao, who is as gloomy as a plum in the snow, need not be mentioned for the time being. Shi Qinghai, who has a stunning face and peach blossom eyes, is his best friend. He has enough tolerance for a man to give birth to a beautiful face, but at this time, he still can't hold back the jealousy and lust in his heart.
This imperial man has gray hair and must be quite old, but his face is so perfect that it is enviable. It is closer to the category of monsters than Shi Gongzi, which is enough to make all men feel timid. Sheng, feeling that the creator is a bastard.
"Don't tremble your fingers."
The middle-aged man in the empire tried to remove the barrel of the gun that was holding his eyebrows, and found that Xu Le's hand was very tight, so he reluctantly gave up the idea, spread his hands and said innocently: "I know, many male animals look at this picture of me. Face, there is an urge to destroy it. But it has nothing to do with me, it is a biological marker passed down by a parent, or more precisely, an ancestor.”
He continued with emotion and said: "The biggest tragedy in the world is to destroy beautiful things and show the process to others. I admit that my face is the source of countless tragedies."
The knuckles of Xu Le's knuckles holding the gun were slightly pale, and he found that the mysterious imperial man in front of him was not only beautiful, but also nagging and narcissistic to a certain outrageous level.
"Who are you?" He knew that his question seemed to have little power because it was too drama-like, but it was indeed the question he was most nervous about at the moment.
"This is Master Fan's Mansion." The imperial man looked at him with a smile, his bright eyes were very charming, even the few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes had an indescribable taste.
"So?" Xu Le raised his eyebrows slightly.
"So... I am naturally a master fan."
According to the background in the story of Huai Cao Poetry, Master Fan is a kind of honorific title, a great honorific title inherited by a certain family from generation to generation. This family of unknown origin helped the Huai family to establish the Bai Kuang Dynasty. Time has been hidden behind the scenes to support the royal family's rule over the vast star field, and every master fan naturally becomes the teacher of the emperor of the empire, so the honorific title of master fan gradually became a real job.
This kind of existence must be amazing, especially after knowing that the former master Fan taught the brothers Li Pifu and Feng Yu, Xu Le no longer doubted this point. He thought that the current master Fan might have three heads. Six arms with thick thighs, but I really didn't expect that when I actually met, I was still shocked.
"Okay, I admit that I'm not a guest." Xu Le took a deep breath to calm himself down, relaxed his fingers while stroking the trigger, but was always ready to fall, using the muzzle of the gun to touch the eyebrows of the beautiful face intimately, his voice slightly hoarse Said: "I seem to have to admit that you seem to know that I am coming and have been waiting for me. But the question is, do you know who I am?"
"The whole empire is looking for you." Master Fan replied with a smile: "But apart from Your Majesty and Xiao Shi, probably no one knows your true identity. But if others don't, how can I not know?"
"Please try to be as concise as possible." Xu Le gradually calmed down, twisting his lips and pressing the muzzle forward without any hesitation.
Master Fan frowned unpleasantly because of this action, then stood up, as if not worried that Xu Le would pull the trigger, waved his hand and said, "You are Nasri's son, that should be Jian Shui'er's half-sister. Mother and brother, according to this relationship, you also have to call me uncle, is it very popular in the Federation to point a gun at your uncle's head and yell at him?"
"Well, if it doesn't count from my hard-working older sister, and from my even more hard-working father who died at the hands of an old man, Nasri and I are apprentice brothers, and I'm the head disciple... um, Does the Federation have such a cute name?"
"Suddenly I thought of a very interesting question. You and my niece are half-brothers and sisters, but according to federal news reports, you seem to be in a relationship or have an affair? Have you ever had sex?"
Master Fan looked at Xu Le's eyes seriously, not very angry, but showed great interest, and said with emotion: "Life is literature, the thunderstorm in Schiller's mid-term script seems to be your story. , it's so exciting."
Listening to the middle-aged man in front of him talking nonstop, Xu Le suddenly felt that all the sounds in the room seemed to be absorbed by the ubiquitous black cloth. And it was clearly passed into his head. There were so many plots and clues in a few simple paragraphs, so complicated that he was a little dazed by this violently logical brain.
"Wait, this is a bit too complicated, you have to let me figure it out first..." Xu Le stretched out his left hand with a headache, signaling the other party to pause.
"Oh, the kinship of the great family has always been very complicated. If you are interested, you can study the history..." Master Fan continued excitedly.
Xu Le reluctantly moved the barrel of the gun down a few points, blocked his mouth, and said with a very serious expression: "Let's start from the beginning, you said that Jian Shui'er had to call your uncle, which meant that she Is your mother your sister or sister?"
According to reason, Master Fan, who should be extremely honorable and serious, now squeezes that beautiful face that is different from ordinary people, ignoring the cold barrel of the gun on his lips, and explains vaguely: "I said it was my sister."
"Could it be that your sister is the young daughter of the former master Fan? Then what are you?" Xu Le asked in confusion when he thought of the story told by Huai Cao Shi, and moved the barrel of the gun subconsciously.
"She is the young daughter, and I am the young son. This relationship is very simple. The former master Fan is my father, and my sister is my father's daughter. Isn't it right and proper?"
"In other words, Jian Shui'er and Huaicao Shi are half-sisters?" Xu Le widened his small eyes and came to an incredible conclusion.
Master Fan looked at him and nodded, spread his hands and said, "Nasri put on a very green hat for His Majesty, otherwise why would he go crazy when he sees Jian Shui'er? But you don't have to worry too much about being too close to Xiaoshi. There is an incest plot again, she and Jian Shuier are half fathers, you and Jian Shuier are half mothers, you and Xiaoshi have different fathers and mothers."
Xu Le had some headaches about the key issues that the other party was concerned about, and asked, "Then you... Fan, the current master of the empire, is Jian Shui'er's uncle and Huai Cao Shi's uncle?"
"Having two nieces who are the best in their respective fields, my uncle is very proud of them."
Master Fan sighed with satisfaction, waved his arms again, and often moved the light coat on his body to flutter in the wind, revealing the pair of naked thighs and a corner of his underwear.
Xu Le did not expect this big man to have such a weird dressing habit. The words he wanted to say were stuck in his chest and abdomen, and he thought about these complicated things silently, and he had a feeling that he couldn't tell. Of course he knew that he was not the son of the uncle, but it seemed that the empire insisted on it, so these complicated kinship relationships also caught him.
"I think you can't wait for me to tell me a story." He narrowed his eyes, not looking at the thighs of the middle-aged man in front of him, and shrugged: "Actually, I don't know why you guessed at all. Until I can escape, and I will enter the Master Fan Mansion."
"I heard that Nasri died, and you inherited his inheritance, of course you can escape successfully." Master Fan said with a smile: "Decades ago, I remember when I was young, I ordered him to find a way to take me there as my brother-in-law. Only when the federation played, did he make that little blue light thing."
"Although he was very untrustworthy and didn't take me to the Federation, I think since you have that little blue light on you, how could the surveillance of the Empire catch you?"
"As for why I guessed that you would come to Master Fan's residence, the reason is very simple."
Master Fan completely ignored his pistol, and turned around to grab the teacup on the table. He was wearing a thin coat that looked like a fairy, and his thighs were astounding.
"Student Waifucha will fall into complete madness when he hears the names Lipif and Nasri. If you want to live, or even want to go back, of course you have to find someone to help you, but you are alone in the empire, who can you turn to? "
With bare legs, Master Fan said with a smile, "We are relatives after all. Although we don't move around on weekdays, we still have to visit occasionally."
Across the long galaxy, one end of the line is in the Federation, and the other end is in the Empire, Xu Le thought silently, this relative is really troublesome to move around, and the old guys who made this kind of relationship are even more troublesome.