The fight between siblings made the palace seem very warm, and perhaps the most laughed every day was this family that was not very popular with the Austro-Hungarian aristocracy.

The next day, Ernst had some cultural lessons in addition to practicing swordsmanship, and sometimes Ernst really wanted to leave, but thinking of the Duchess Sophie and Mysimilian, Ernst's determination could not be strengthened in any way. After all, there is a big difference between leaving at Christmas and saying goodbye now, and it will even make Duchess Sophie complain about herself in her heart.

In the matter of cultural lessons, it was very likely that Ernst would have insisted on a compromise with the Duchess of Sophie, but Ernst had not, because he did not want that motherly love to be left in vain.

Ernst's literature teacher was no ordinary person: Stefan Zweig, a Jewish-Austrian, was a relatively young man who had already begun to show his talent in fiction and biographies.

Stefan Zweig's novels mostly write about people's subconscious activities and the fate of people driven by passion, and his works are known for their character shaping and psychological portrayal. He prefers a certain kind of dramatic plot, but he does not try to attract readers with the twists and turns of the plot, but to highlight the people and things that make people linger in the dullness of life.

Born in Vienna, Stefan Zweig came from a wealthy family, and at the age of 17 he published his first poem in a magazine, which caused a sensation in Vienna.

Stefan Zweig is still a university student, but he has already published 200 poems; At this time, he was in contact with the works of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, and studied and translated the poems of Baudelaire and Verlaine in France and Verhalen in Belgium.

Stefan Zweig was a genius who studied philosophy and literature at the University of Vienna and Berlin at the same time, and was preparing to publish his first book of poetry, The Silver Strings.

This is the life of Ernst's literary teacher Stefan Zweig for more than 20 years, and after reading his materials, Ernst felt that he had a talent for being the protagonist, even if he did not have such a time-traveling experience as himself.

The first meeting was at a café. Weird? Ernst was also very strange, but this was the request of his teacher Stefan Zweig, and Ernst had to comply even if he was strange.

In fact, Stefan Zweig also had the advantage of doing this, that is, he was already full of curiosity about his teacher before he met Ernst, which was a basis for Ernst's willingness to get in touch.

The meeting place was at the Vienna Central Café, the property of a German count, and it was known for its affordability, but at the same time not everyone could come here.

Standing across the street, looking at the central café in front of him, Ernst locked on to a young man reading a book by the window, and for some reason, Ernst was immediately convinced that it was his teacher, Stefan Zweig.

As if sensing Ernst's gaze, Stefan Zweig calmly put down his book and looked at Ernst, nodding slightly to say hello.

At this point, Ernst had no choice but to go directly to the café, and André and Bert also wanted to follow, but Ernst refused, and in the end only Ernst was the only one who entered the door.

"Ernst Franz!"

Entering the door, without the help of the doorman, Ernst went straight to Stefan Zweig, and the entry of a child, especially a child who was only six or seven years old, was undoubtedly an eye-catcher.

Stefan Zweig is known to most coffee drinkers here, after all, he is a regular here, and Stefan Zweig is also a bit well-known in Vienna's upper echelons.

Seeing Ernst walking over, the guests in the café couldn't help but look over and speculate about the relationship between Ernst and Stefan Zweig, teachers and students, brothers, uncles and nephews?

No one guessed that the bastard child was born, after all, Stefan Zweig's reputation was still very good, and although it was not too shameful to have an illegitimate child, the guests still did not believe that such a thing could happen to Stephan Zweig.

And at this moment, Ernst suddenly said his name, although not loudly, but in a quiet café, which was undoubtedly equivalent to telling it all.

...... Ernst Franz Franz? This is not the Habsburgs......

There are not many nobles who come here, most of them are wealthy families, and even some nobles are small nobles, but now they suddenly come to think that they are royal, and it seems that this is extraordinary, how not to surprise the guests present.

Stefan Zweig was also stunned, of course, he was not because of Ernst's identity, after all, Duchess Sophie had already identified himself when he approached him at the beginning, and the main reason why he was stunned was that he did not expect Ernst to disclose his identity here.

"Stephan Zweig, sit down!"

Stefan Zweig recovered quickly, which undoubtedly made Ernst nod his head and raise his rating a little bit, which was a very strange pair of teachers and students.

"There are many things about you in my ears, and none of these things prove that you are a genius, and today I see you with my own eyes, in the words of the East, worthy of your name!"

Ernst smiled, knowing that Stefan Zweig had something to say, and if nothing else, the next step was not to praise but to comment on his shortcomings, which is a common method for teachers to pupils.

"Good coffee here, you can try it!"

Nani?

Ernst's head was a little stiff, and at this time Stefan Zweig shouldn't criticize himself anymore? If he doesn't, he won't just be convinced......

When Ernst saw the light corners of Stefan Zweig's mouth, it dawned on Ernst that he was no ordinary student and Stefan Zweig was not an ordinary teacher, so they would not follow the routine.

Stefan Zweig knew very well that he couldn't convince Ernst even with agitation or sarcasm, so why not make things a little surprising, the best way to do it was to completely disrupt the board so that the other party couldn't control it.

"Mr. Stephen, what do you think of the East?"

Stefan Zweig had just spoken of the idiom of the East, and Ernst had simply spoken of the Orient along the topic, which he had done deliberately, because only in this way could he conceal his familiarity with the Orient.

"Oriental? That thousand-year-old country? ”

Stefan Zweig was a man of letters, but also a little elegant, and he would often see a smile on his face and even if he didn't have a smile that would make you very comfortable, but now he frowned.

"Yes, the Manchu Empire!"

"Empire?"

Glancing at Ernst, Stefan Zweig seemed to have some strange names for Ernst's name for the ancient country in the East, and Ernst, who sensed his mistake, could only keep his mouth shut.

Most of them are clear that if you say too much, you will lose, and now it is not suitable for Ernst to explain, and the more you explain, the more wrong you will be, and in that case it is better not to explain.

Fortunately, Stefan Zweig did not delve into it, he looked in the direction of the east and said, "Although I don't understand why my students talk about that ancient country in the first class, since you open your mouth, then let's talk about it." ”