Dominic Han stayed where he was. The yellow leaves were withered and messy in the wind. A leaf fluttered between his fingers. He held it between his fingers silently and stared thoughtfully.
The ministers finally woke up, knelt down and kowtowed "Long live." The voice was neither too loud nor too quiet. Anyway, Dominic Han was not alarmed. He just stood there in a very unethical manner. The superiors had no intention of questioning, and the subordinates did not have the courage to remind him.
The sun penetrated the clouds, and finally only a weak light was left. The golden auspicious dragon on the top of the chariot has a cold light, like a god looking down on the world.
Nian Nei Tristan Hua was a little weak, holding the handle of the fan tightly with one hand, but trying to straighten his waist. His breathing was rapid, and his head felt dizzy. He simply pulled the bandage on his forehead, and blood slowly dripped from his forehead.
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