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.,The little maidservant Qiao'er, who was the second young master's personal attendant, just woke up and found out that the second young master had gone to the roof to drink before dawn. She didn't even know about it. The second young master had been sick for many days, and this was only just getting better. What if he catches a cold,Mentioning this matter, Fang Jun's chest felt tight: "Mother, Father listens to you the most. You tell him to speak to the Emperor, can we not arrange this marriage"。