Looking into the distance, on the magnificent and solemn palace walls stood a woman. She had a head of beautiful, jet-black hair and a graceful, charming figure. She was none other than the current empress of the Seven Altars in the prosperous era, Little An-An.
Speaking of Little An-An, there was also a song about her. The song went: Speaking of a beautiful story, it tells of a family, a husband and wife, who had a little daughter, tying her hair into two high buns, with bare little feet, crawling across the floor by her first month, speaking by her hundredth day. The family protected her, skilled with knives and swords, never afraid of fights. Old Qian said she was extraordinary and destined to be an empress. And if you ask her name, it's An-An, An-An, Little An-An.
An-An, I am from Shandong. In our village, there are many younger sisters, but I am fond of you. Can you marry me for the sake of this song I sing to you? I can do anything.\If that still doesn't move you, then I also wrote a poem for you:
\Ah, An-An, in that pitch-dark night, your jet-black shining hair deeply attracted me. Although the sun behind you was unusually bright, I still felt you were the most dazzling.
Ah, An-An, you are like a translucent little bean tooth, spotless.\Ah, slap!
A crisp sound interrupted the reading. In front of An-An stood a man. When had he arrived? Could all the words above have been spoken by him? Damn, his presence must be so low that after making so much noise, only now did we notice!
At this, An-An said, "Enough with the nonsense!" The man said, "Can I marry you, An-An?"
An-An: "Really?"
Hearing her clear and melodious voice, the man excitedly looked up, but seeing An-An's serious expression, he feared: "Fake? Today is April Fool's Day."
April Fool's Day?! An-An said in confusion, "Damn it, why pull this on me on April Fool's Day, making me overly excited?" Saying this, she lifted her big foot and kicked the man square in the face while shouting, "You better celebrate Qingming Festival this time next year!"
Looking from afar, the man landed in an extremely elegant arc, and a voice was heard, "I, Beautiful-Mei, will come back…" Slap, ah! Uh… (Voice-over: Beautiful-Mei died at the age of… )
