Heavenly Tang Brocad

Stars and moon were absent, a cold wind howled, goose-feather snowfall blanketed the streets and alleyways, accumulating on rooftops. A line of carriages carrying flaming torches marched from each neighborhood's just-opened gate, their footsteps muffled by thick snow. They converged on Zhuque Street, forming a grand procession heading towards Chengtian Gate to attend court.,As soon as these words were spoken, the entire courtyard fell silent.,After much deliberation, Fang Jun actually discovered that there were dead ends in all directions. No matter which way he went, it was a losing game.。