"Mister Jiu, is this the wine pool Why is it so small",A man in his thirties, tall and handsome with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a standard heartthrob, was frowning at this moment, as if his heart were broken. He picked up the child who was sprawled on the toilet.,"My little prince, your uncle Di Xin has long kicked the bucket. After his death, people called him King Shang Zhou. The wine pools and forests of plum trees have long been filled in. This toilet, no matter how beautiful it looks, is still a chamber pot, catching only feces and urine!"。