Heavenly Tang Brocad

As dawn approached, there was a commotion at the residence of Liang Guogong and Shangshu Zuopu Shaofang Xuanling.,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 Junqiang endured his worry and grief, picking up a wonton and putting it in his mouth, but he couldn't taste it.。