During the twelfth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, winter.,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"。