"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!",Su Jin Heng threw the child onto the bed and said seriously:,The child nodded, his eyes crinkled with laughter. He looked at Su Jinheng as if he had been scorched by fire and dashed toward the bathroom in a flash, then vanished like a wisp of blue smoke into the toilet bowl...。