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.,"Woooo...Master, it's all my fault. I didn't watch over the second young master... Woooo...",The little maidservant Qiao'er, who was the second young master's personal attendant, just woke up and found out that the second young master had gone to the roof to drink before dawn. She didn't even know about it. The second young master had been sick for many days, and this was only just getting better. What if he catches a cold。