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.,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","Oh, I forgot. The Lu family is a genuine descendant of the Fanyang Lu clan. She looks down on the Li royal family with mixed Han and Hu blood..."。