Now the emperor captured the young man.

The majestic king of Shu was reduced to a driver driving a carriage.

After a slight bump, the emperor scolded him half to death.

"I know...I know!" Li Ke pursed his lips and responded.

"Father, am I your son?" Li Ke's slightly aggrieved words came from the carriage.

Li Ke couldn't figure it out.

He just said a few bad words about Zhao Chen, but why was he chased half a street by the emperor with an iron tong several meters long?

Obviously what Zhao Chen said is more nonsense, okay?

How could I say such a thing!

But the emperor still chased after him to deal with it.

Li Ke deeply suspected that he was picked up from outside by the emperor.

When you are angry, you are the emperor's sandbag.

Beat him up when he says, and tidy up when he says.

Li Ke felt that there was no one more pitiful than himself in the whole world!
Chapter completed!