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 was so angry that his beard bristled. He glared fiercely at his second son: “This is a marriage bestowed by His Majesty, how dare you, a young fool, refuse You are putting the imperial dignity to shame! Moreover, marrying Princess Shang is an honor beyond measure. You actually reject it, it's simply outrageous!”,Fang Junqiang endured his worry and grief, picking up a wonton and putting it in his mouth, but he couldn't taste it.。