In the country of chemistry, no one can defend Jin’s status, and no one can hurt him, so he became the king. The sisters, Concentrated Hydrochloric Acid and Concentrated Nitric Acid, have already been married into the palace. They are tamed by Jin, and they don't dare to make mistakes. Of course, the two sisters are not stupid. They are both queens, enjoy endless glory and wealth, and have been protected for generations. Naturally, they will not be tempted by the outside world to do stupid things. But it was inevitable that when Jin You couldn't think about it, not everyone could enjoy the blessings of Qi people, so the former King Jin summoned the two queens into the palace to have a good time. Afterwards, the queens died, and the golden king was naturally lifeless. When the King of Jin was dying, he left behind a famous saying that will last through the ages: "Death with a sore crotch, it is also romantic to be a ghost." Naturally, others can only be envious and do nothing else.

It’s just a shame that the current Golden King has been a leader of the country since he was a child. Fortunately, the country is prosperous, the people are simple, and there are not many problems to deal with. Most of them are suicidal behaviors, so there is no need to care too much. .

But the maid serving beside him often sighed and looked sadly at the poor King Jin who lost his father when he was a child.

Also missing his father since childhood was Mr. Na.

Mr. Na is the son of a wealthy family in the capital. He has always been carefree since he was a child, opening his mouth and stretching his hands.

But recently, sadness has crept onto his brow. He fell in love with the fisherman's water girl, and happily ran to his mother Na Niang to propose marriage. Unexpectedly, Na Niang disagreed. He suddenly felt that his mother, who was so respected in the past, had now become vulgar. She just felt that Shui Gu was fat and poor and not worthy of the Na family. Obviously the calligrapher has a lot of money, so he doesn't need to care about this at all. Thinking of this, Mr. Na was not willing to listen to his mother's nagging at home. He often sneaked out of the house and hid in a corner of the fish market to watch Shui Gu. Her smile and smile always touched his heart. He felt that , such a woman is very good.

Every time Na Niang watched her son secretly climb over the wall and go out, she couldn't help but sigh.

Not long after Na Niang married Na, her husband Na Jun was young and vigorous. He was not satisfied with the marriage arranged for him by his family and often went to the brothel to express his dissatisfaction. The family turned a blind eye and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Na Jun was so angry that he stayed in the brothel day and night, and the girls in the brothel took turns serving him, which made him very happy. People of the Na family have always been sensitive, but in fact they don't have much contact with other people. But Na Jun, who was drunk and irrational, could not think so much. He hugged the famous prostitute Oxygen Girl, made fire with firewood, and died on the spot.

When the servants carried Na Jun's body back from the brothel, it was bulging yellow and completely lost his heroic appearance. Na Niang fainted at the sight of it.

After Mr. Na was born, she had always protected him very well. Alas~ That’s all, just this once. Children, there are always times when they are rebellious.

In the evening, as usual, Na Niang sat on the threshold of the mansion waiting for her son. Suddenly, a noisy group of people came towards Na Mansion. When Na Niang took a closer look, she realized that people were carrying back a puddle of viscous liquid from the fish market. Na Niang was furious and said, "How dare you bring any dirty thing into your house." "Bring it!"

"Madam, young man..." The servant looked at the angry madam and hesitated. The crowd became more and more noisy, but Na Niang seemed not to hear it. She ordered her servants to pour the liquid into the sewer, then turned and entered the house.

At dinner time, the servants filed out and filled the dining table with Mr. Na’s favorite food. As the heat gradually dissipated, Na Niang looked towards the courtyard and murmured, "It's already time to light the lanterns, why hasn't my son come home yet?"

"Go home, my son!"

The shouts resounded throughout the Na Mansion, and the echoes were mixed with a little crying.