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.,I blame myself for not discovering the second young master's whereabouts in time. The maid cried so sadly, her tears were like pear blossoms in the rain.,He was of a sturdy build with thick eyebrows and large eyes. His youthful face, which still held a hint of immaturity, seemed to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore a thin robe, his figure was not particularly imposing, but solid and broad-shouldered.。