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.,Lu angrily slapped her son and said, "What kind of talk is that What do you mean your father listens to me the most...","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..."。