Heavenly Tang Brocad

At the age of sixty, Fang Xuanling, wearing his official robes, stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the snow-covered roof and wore a face full of worry.,Fang Xuanling puffed out his cheeks and glared, wishing he could kill this scoundrel on the spot!,In each of the four corners of the grand hall were several braziers, their fires burning brightly, warming the room like spring.。