On the bank of the river where catkins are flying, a man in a gorgeous pomegranate red robe dances with a smile. The flexible body is comparable to the softness of a young girl, without losing the strength of a man. Every step is like a blooming flower.
The green willows are in a mess, and the red sleeves are rippling with peach blossoms.
"Yanhong, if I win the throne one day, I will definitely come to pick you up."
"What are you doing to pick me up?" The man in red smiled and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, how can I trouble the future emperor?"