Winter solstice.
The streets and alleys were filled with mourning.
The people waiting on the street held their breath and waited eagerly.
After a long time, a fancy car slowly turned around the corner of Xuanwu Road, but it was inexplicably strange.
"Fancy car!" "It's really the emperor!" The scattered comments were mixed together and merged into waves of shouts.
"Has no one noticed?" A faint voice sounded, and under the veil fluttering in the wind, her cherry lips curved slightly.
His eyes inadvertently passed over the dragon pattern in front of the gorgeous car. The four-clawed yellow dragon raised its head and swung its tail, but could not find the faint domineering power dancing on the clouds.
Luantai Pingzhangshi, who was originally the leader of the hundred officials, was not in the team.
Concentrate and chuckle.
"Is this today?"