At the very first hour of dawn, the vast city of Chang'an seemed like an ancient behemoth slumbering in the darkness.,At this moment, a young maid of twelve or thirteen years old ran over and "thud" knelt before Fang Xuanling. Her knees sank instantly into the inch-thick snow.,Flames from torches and lanterns flickered in the courtyard, reflecting off the snow, revealing the youth's face clearly.。