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 Junqiang endured his worry and grief, picking up a wonton and putting it in his mouth, but he couldn't taste it.,"You said your son, with so many people around, how could you say such words If it gets out, His Majesty will be furious! Besides, that girl Gao Yang, I think she's quite good. She has a good figure, is pretty, and comes from a noble family, even more favored by His Majesty, why don't you like her"。