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.,There was a flurry of footsteps in the house. Madam Lu rushed out, flustered and agitated, asking urgently, "Where is he Where is he",The delicately prepared small dishes on the table couldn't entice his appetite at all. He felt like a huge stone was pressing down on his chest, so suffocating...。