"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!",Walking out of the bathroom was the master bedroom, a huge bed covered in silk bedding and a hand-woven rug on the floor. Anyone would want to climb onto it, even this man himself couldn't resist the urge to lie down for a bit.,She puckered her lips, tossed around on the big bed, propping herself up with her hands above and hooking her feet behind. Her little, slender, jade-smooth feet swayed carelessly.。