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.,Thinking this way, Lu's heart grew even more anxious. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face.,Although he was depressed as hell, Fang Jun still felt warm in his heart.。