Chapter 698 Reunion (First Update)
This is a face that Gu Jiao wouldn't fail to recognize even if it turned to ashes.
It is an outline that cannot be altered regardless of age, health, or disease.
The phrase "odd changes, even remains unchanged" that Gu Jiao had already uttered caught in her throat.
She stared at him blankly for a long time before calling out, as if in question, "Godfather?"
The Imperial Preceptor raised his eyes, which shone with inner brilliance, from the light and shadow, and looked at Gu Jiao with slight confusion.
Gu Jiao's taut shoulders slumped slightly, and her eyes looked different.
But it really... looks so much like it.
If the Godfather were to grow old one day, this would be what he looks like.
The Grand Preceptor calmly asked, "What is your honorable surname, young master, and what is your request?"
The Godfather wouldn't call him "Young Master," nor would he use such a gentle tone.
So it really is just a person who looks exactly the same.
Gu Jiao's gaze fell on the Grand Preceptor's teacup, which was placed on his left, as were his inkstone and brush holder.
He is left-handed.
What a coincidence, The Godfather is one too.
She was brought back to the organization by her godfather when she was eight years old, and all her skills were taught to her by him.
Although the godfather was very strict and seemed unapproachable, if it weren't for him, she would have killed herself when she first completely lost control at the age of eight.
Gu Jiao gathered her thoughts, looked at the elder in front of her, and instead of speaking, asked the Grand Preceptor with her eyes if she could borrow his paper and pen.
The Imperial Advisor raised his hand, indicating that Gu Jiao was free to do as she pleased.
Gu Jiao picked up the paper and pen on the table, wrote down a calculus problem from her previous life, turned the paper around, and pushed it in front of the Imperial Advisor.
This national advisor created the Six Books of Yan, one of which was in Xiao Heng's possession. It contained mathematical knowledge from his previous life, which was translated into the native script of Yan.
Those pieces of evidence alone were not enough; Gu Jiao wanted to personally verify the simplified Chinese characters she had written.
If the Imperial Advisor were truly a time-traveling predecessor, then he would surely recognize him.
When the Imperial Advisor saw the question, his expression clearly changed slightly.
Gu Jiao felt his body tremble slightly, and her eyes lit up: "Did you see something?"
The Imperial Advisor sighed and said truthfully, "It has been many years since I have seen such ugly calligraphy. It has truly offended my eyes."
Gu Jiao: "..."
Because the characters were so ugly, the Imperial Advisor had to go to great lengths to barely recognize that it was a question.
He stared at the problem, picked up his pen, and wrote down the completed solution and answer.
They used the same simplified Chinese characters as Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao took a look, pouted, and said, "Your writing isn't good either, and you're still criticizing me!"
"I hadn't written anything for decades."
"So you really are—"
"you--"
"Me too!"
Wise people don't need to speak in riddles or be secretive or timid.
Gu Jiao knew very well what she was there for. Her identity as a time traveler would be exposed sooner or later, unless the Imperial Advisor was not from her time.
But if he wasn't, then he couldn't have built the operating room Gu Yan needed.
Therefore, Gu Jiao would rather he were, and rather expose herself.
The Imperial Advisor stared at Gu Jiao in shock, a glimmer of light flickering in his pupils: "I really didn't expect this... So many years... So many years..."
Gu Jiao understood the Grand Preceptor's feelings. From what she knew, the Grand Preceptor had come to Yan Kingdom thirty years ago and had been wandering alone in another world for thirty years. He must have been very excited to finally meet someone from the same time and space as him.
Gu Jiao didn't seem that excited because she didn't have the same intense emotions and feelings as normal people.
But if she had to describe her feelings, she would say she was... a little happy.
She doesn't need her own kind, so strictly speaking, this happiness mostly stems from the hope of healing Gu Yan.
Having reached the age of the Imperial Preceptor and experienced too many ups and downs, and having seen through life and death, he quickly accepted the reality before him.
He asked, "Could you tell me about your situation?"
Gu Jiao thought for a moment and said succinctly, "I come from the 22nd century and am now a citizen of Zhao Kingdom."
The Imperial Advisor said thoughtfully, "You are a century younger than me. How did you arrive here?"
Gu Jiao carefully considered her words before asking, "The plane crashed, where is the Imperial Advisor?"
The Imperial Advisor said with a hint of reminiscence, "I was looking for someone, and in the process, I ended up here."
These words sounded quite specific, but they were actually somewhat vague. The reason for her leaving that time and space was still not clearly explained. But it didn't matter. Gu Jiao hadn't come to pry into the Grand Preceptor's privacy and past anyway.
"Then how did you discover my identity?" the Imperial Advisor asked.
Gu Jiao couldn't very well say that the stolen state letter from your Yan Kingdom was in our hands; that would sound a bit provocative. Although they were from the same hometown, she couldn't reveal too much.
Gu Jiao said, "I've heard some of your stories and I feel that you might be like me, but I'm not quite sure, so I just tested you out."
The Imperial Advisor nodded: "I see."
The tea on the stove has boiled.
A disciple came from the backyard, knelt down, brewed tea for Gu Jiao, and then silently withdrew.
"Then why did you come to see me today..." The Imperial Advisor looked at Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao said, "To be honest, I have a friend who is suffering from a very serious heart disease and needs to have surgery immediately. I would like to borrow the operating room of the Imperial Preceptor Hall."
"Was that the person Ye Qing received last time who came to the Imperial Preceptor's Hall to inquire about the operating room? Were you brought by Elder Meng?"
Ye Qing, the eldest disciple of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall, was the one who received Gu Jiao when the Imperial Preceptor was not present during her first visit to the hall.
Gu Jiao nodded: "It's me."
The Imperial Advisor looked at Gu Jiao meaningfully: "Old Meng said he met a young girl in Zhao who was quite good at chess."
Gu Jiao: "..."
So, was his identity exposed after all?
The Imperial Advisor chuckled magnanimously: "It's alright, whether you're a boy or a girl, I won't tell anyone."
After he finished speaking, he stood up, glanced at Gu Jiao, and said, "Next time, make sure your Adam's apple is on properly; it's all crooked."
Gu Jiao touched her fake Adam's apple: "Oh."
The Imperial Advisor said, "Come with me."
Gu Jiao followed the Imperial Advisor out of the bamboo house.
Yu He had already left, and only one disciple who had just served tea to Gu Jiao silently followed.
The Imperial Advisor glanced at his disciples behind him, then at the basket on Gu Jiao's back, and asked, "Is the basket heavy?"
Gu Jiao shook her head: "It's not heavy, I can carry it myself."
The Imperial Advisor no longer insisted.
The two walked out of the bamboo forest and headed towards the Imperial Preceptor's Library.
"You used to study medicine?" the Imperial Advisor asked.
"Sort of," Gu Jiao said. "I'm a surgeon, and I've also studied a little traditional Chinese medicine. And the Imperial Preceptor? Are you also studying medicine?"
The Imperial Advisor shook his head: "I am not."
Gu Jiao was taken aback: "Then the operating room..."
The Imperial Advisor pointed ahead: "You'll see when you get there."
A strange feeling welled up in Gu Jiao's heart, as if something unexpected was about to happen.
The two passed by the library and came to a magnificent side hall. The floor was made of white marble, the roof beams were made of golden nanmu wood, and the carved beams and painted rafters were luxurious and precious. It was a completely different world from the humble bamboo house.
It's hard to believe that the imperial advisor, who possesses such a luxurious residence, would still be willing to stay in such a humble abode.
The disciples, busy inside the hall, bowed respectfully to the Imperial Preceptor.
The Imperial Advisor led Gu Jiao through the right-hand corridor until they reached the end, where a room with a locked iron door was guarded by two assassins.
Gu Jiao could sense that the two assassins were no less skilled than Tianlang.
Tianlang was the first truly skilled person Gu Jiao encountered after arriving in this other world, and thus unwittingly became her benchmark for judging assassins.
"Open it," the Imperial Advisor said.
One of the assassins took out a key and unlocked the brass lock on the iron gate.
Another assassin pushed open the heavy iron door.
The heavy thud alone was enough to convey the weight of the iron gate.
The Imperial Advisor entered the room first, then turned to Gu Jiao and said, "Come in."
Gu Jiao stepped across the threshold.
What came into view was an ordinary house, completely empty, with nothing in it.
Gu Jiao opened her mouth: "This is..."
The Imperial Advisor signaled to the assassins outside the door to close the iron gate. As soon as the gate closed, the room went dark.
He said to Gu Jiao, "Operating room."
Gu Jiao opened her eyes wide and said, "But there isn't even a stool here."
The Imperial Advisor walked to the wall opposite the iron gate, gently tapped it, and looked over Gu Jiao's shoulder, saying, "Take the things out of your basket and put them back in."
Gu Jiao subconsciously reached back and touched her small basket.
The Imperial Advisor said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't take your things, and besides, they wouldn't be of any use to me, would they?"
Gu Jiao was even more astonished. This guy was amazing. He seemed to be able to see through everything, even knowing that only she could open the small medicine box.
The Imperial Advisor glanced at Gu Jiao, but didn't force her. He simply smiled and asked, "Are you really not going to bring it over? The operating room is in another dimension. Without that thing, none of us can get in."
The small medicine box was able to bring her here, which means it does have the ability to tear through space and time, and it is also connected to the research institute from her previous life, providing her with a continuous supply of the medicines she needs.
But these are all her secrets, how did he know?
Seemingly sensing Gu Jiao's doubts, the Imperial Advisor patiently waited for Gu Jiao to make her own choice, but had no intention of explaining anything to her.
That's true. Everyone has their own secrets. It's his skill to see them, and it's his freedom not to explain.
Gu Jiao walked over, put down the small basket, took out the small medicine box covered with cotton cloth, and put it into the wall.
(End of this chapter)
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