Heavenly Tang Brocad

At the very first hour of dawn, the vast city of Chang'an seemed like an ancient behemoth slumbering in the darkness.,Fáng Xuánlíng's face was grim. Although he was also worried about his second son, the commotion in the house this morning had been quite disruptive and unbecoming.,Lu angrily slapped her son and said, "What kind of talk is that What do you mean your father listens to me the most..."。