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 meticulous care and deep maternal love reminded him of his own mother in another world.。