The next day, Danxuan continued to move north. In front of the carriage, Gong Xuedun, riding on the horseback, pointed excitedly to the mountain ahead and said, "My son, if the snow and dust are not mistaken, if you cross the mountain ahead, you should not be far from Bian City?"

Looking at the snow-dust face of the palace, Danxuan naturally knew what the reason for his smile was. He said, "Yes, that mountain ahead is the ancient city of Bian'an. Why can't we wait to see your little lover?"

was said by Danxuan, Gong Xuedun's face was red and his eyes were a bit embarrassed, but he was somewhat...