Girl, let me check it out.

Yun Shu yawned again and lazily complained:

"Come on, didn't you see that fat bird was so sleepy that it fell asleep on the ground in the middle of the night?"

"It's obviously too dark a time for you two to practice swordplay."

Fang Weihan wanted to continue blaming, but he was too sleepy, and the words turned into yawns when they came to his lips.

Forget it, I won’t bother with this crappy book today. I’ll go back and have some sleep first.

He dragged his tired body back to the Guangling Palace and walked back to his room under Ningbai's worried eyes.

"Ugh……"

Ning Bai looked at Fang Weihan's unsteady and shaky steps and sighed helplessly.

"Prepare some bull whip and tiger bones for your Highness to make soup for lunch today."

She pulled the little maid beside her and gave serious instructions.

"I'll remember this, Sister Ningbai."

The little maid ran away in a hurry as if she had received some important task.

"What bullwhip?"

Mr. Zhao appeared out of nowhere.

The old man rubbed his hands.

"Oh, it's a wonderful thing to come back from playing cards all night and have tiger bone soup to drink."

Ning Bai glanced at him expressionlessly, put his hands at his waist, and walked away on his own.

"Second Master, are you out playing cards again?"

"Let's cut this month's salary by %. It can be used to buy things for His Highness."

"do not!"

Master Zhao let out a wail.

"Your Highness, if you can't finish the drink, can you let this old man have some too..."

Inside the room, Fang Weihan was lying on the bed without taking off his clothes, listening to their voices.

What's with the bull whip and tiger bones... Ning Bai won't think I went to a brothel again, right?

Fang Weihan thought with a confused look on his face.

He wanted to explain, but he was too sleepy.

"That's perfect. If you sleep, I sleep too... It would be nice to take a nap..."

Fang Weihan seemed to hear these words vaguely before he lost consciousness.

…………

Fang Weihan felt a vast expanse of white in front of his eyes. There was nothing around him, and all he could see was the vastness of snowflakes.

He seemed to be standing on endless snow, on which was reflected the shadow of an unknown person.

"Yun Shu?"

Fang Weihan squeezed out these two words from his throat with difficulty.

His throat seemed to be clogged with straw, and there was a slight bitter taste in the sweetness.

Yun Shu did not respond, and Fang Weihan's words were dissipated in the whistling cold wind and disappeared without a trace.

"Grass."

A traditional Chinese quintessence came out of his mouth, and Fang Weihan stood up with difficulty.

The touch of the ground confirmed his guess; it was as cold as sand and as crystal clear as glass.

It must be snow. It must be snow.

He turned his eyes and looked around but found no trace of anyone.

So...where on earth have I come to?

Could it be that someone crushed the small teleportation array under my pillow while I was asleep?

Look at the endless snowfields around me... maybe the small teleportation array can't do it, I guess it was the large teleportation array that directly teleported me to Siberia.

Tsk.

Fang Weihan rubbed his hands subconsciously and breathed out.

After completing these two actions, Fang Weihan was stunned.

That’s not right. The surrounding environment is so cold, why doesn’t he feel cold?

He was still wearing the same brocade robe that he had worn in Changming City. Logically speaking, if he did not use his blood to keep warm in this icy and snowy place, he would immediately be frozen into an ice factory.

I don’t know why Yunshu didn’t respond to me…

Ok?

Fang Weihan suddenly felt that this situation seemed somewhat familiar.

Yunshu still had no reaction, and I was still unaware of my surroundings...

Damn, I wouldn't have come to the time and space fantasy of the angry dragon devouring its tail again, right?

The more Fang Weihan thought about it, the more reasonable it became.

He couldn't help but smile with relief and paid a cordial greeting to Fang Qianyi's ancestors.

Fang Qianyi, damn it, I haven’t used the Dragon’s Tail of Anger recently, so why am I still dreaming about you?

Fang Weihan couldn't help but start thinking, why couldn't my ancestor be a beautiful girl with white hair and red eyes?

Maybe he'd be happier this way.

The whistling cold wind blew past his ears, reminding him constantly where he was.

Fang Weihan calmed down.

If this is Fang Qianyi's memory, then what about others?

Fang Weihan was a little confused.

Don't tell me that Fang Qianyi has turned into the snow on the ground.

Just as Fang Weihan was looking into the distance, trying to find Fang Qianyi's trace.

A figure gradually walked towards him from behind him.

He was tall and broad-built, with a heavy gilded sword hanging from his waist. His blood-red brocade robe fluttered in the air, and the intricate lining was embroidered with bright yellow patterns.

Heavy snow fluttered down from the sky, landing on his back and coating it with a layer of silvery-white gray.

Fang Weihan stood where he was, watching his figure getting closer and closer to him.

Until finally, his shadow passed through his body and continued to move forward.

I am just a ghost from the future, how can I influence his actions?

Of course Fang Weihan recognized this person.

Emperor Wu Fang Qianyi, his ancestor.

However, Fang Qianyi at this time was very different from the last time he saw him.

He has grown old, with some wrinkles on his temples, and his figure is no longer as straight as before.

But the fire in his eyes remained unextinguished; it was merely covered with a shadow.

Fang Weihan followed Fang Qianyi not too far away, and their footprints merged into a row.

It appears to be a valley surrounded by peaks.

Fang Weihan followed behind Fang Qianyi, looking around at the surrounding illusory environment.

The reason why he didn't see it at first glance was because those tall mountains were covered with heavy snow, and the original appearance of the peaks could not be seen at all.

How could there be such heavy snow?

Fang Weihan found it a little unbelievable.

How much snow would it take to cover all the surrounding mountains?

Also, what is Fang Qianyi doing here for no apparent reason?

He is the emperor now, where are his door guards?

Fang Weihan's heart was full of questions, but he couldn't get the answers.

He had no choice but to follow Fang Qianyi step by step.

The two trekked in the valley for a long time. The slope became steeper and steeper, and they had already reached the halfway point of the mountain.

After Fang Weihan turned a sharp bend, the view in front of him suddenly became clear.

There were no longer mountains blocking his view. At a glance, the plains were covered with snow and all he could see was endless ice.

He keenly noticed that there was some difference between the ground nearby and the ground far away.

Fang Weihan looked at it intently.

There was only a thin layer of snow on the ground nearby, and beneath the snow was crystal clear ice.

Countless ice cubes are connected to each other, forming a broad bond, which is particularly eye-catching in the snow.

This is a big river, a river that rushes for thousands of miles and is unstoppable.

Long river.

This word instantly popped into Fang Weihan's mind.

Only long rivers and big rivers can have such a magnificent river surface, but the big rivers in the far south are simply impossible to freeze.

Then this river is undoubtedly the Long River.

Am I actually on a mountain beside a long river?

After learning his location, Fang Weihan became even more confused.

What is Fang Qianyi doing in this deserted place?

You can't be here to fish, right?

Fang Qianyi walked to a platform halfway up the mountain and slowly stopped.

This platform has obviously undergone some artificial transformation, and the marble on the ground is the best evidence.

Fang Weihan looked in the direction of Fang Qianyi.

There is a tombstone in front of him.

There was not a single word on the tombstone, it was as smooth as a mirror.

"A monument without words?"

Fang Weihan murmured.

It was like a thunderclap exploding in his head.

He seemed to know who this tombstone was for.

Fang Qianyi stared at the simple tombstone in front of him.

"This is the first time I come here to see you after all these years."

The elderly emperor said in a nostalgic tone.

He put aside his usual dignity in the court, and at this moment he was like an ordinary old man reminiscing about his past.

"Haha, don't blame me. Who told you to choose such a place for your grave? It's not easy for me to come here from Changming."

After saying this, Fang Qianyi sighed.

Countless snowflakes flew around him and scattered in all directions, like moths chasing the light.

"You...died too early."

Fang Qianyi held Xuan Yao and stretched out his other hand to wipe away the icy snow on the tombstone.