Heavenly Tang Brocad

A faint fire flickers from afar, a starlit sky above the five gates to the west.,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.,Lu angrily slapped her son and said, "What kind of talk is that What do you mean your father listens to me the most..."。