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.,Fang Xuanling's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared to the heavens: "Damn beast! Get down here!",A son, who was always seen as proud and successful, suddenly died. Sending a black-haired person to a white-haired one, how heartbroken the mother must be!。