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.,In each of the four corners of the grand hall were several braziers, their fires burning brightly, warming the room like spring.,Fang Jun always thought of himself as someone who went with the flow. He could endure poverty and accept setbacks, but by God, he absolutely couldn't stand being cheated on!。