"Seventh Prince, do you see the smoky makeup I drew for you today?" "Hongliang, Miss Qiao has an eyesight ailment. Take her back to the residence. I request that you accompany me to treat Miss Qiao." "Hey, Seventh Prince, don't go away yet. There's nothing wrong with my eyes, and I haven't slept for the whole night. I wrote a few poems for you, you can listen to them." "The seventh prince is the sky, the seventh prince is the earth, and the seventh prince is the radish and vegetables." Small cool is a flower, small cool is a treasure, small cool is that day fairy. "Ah — the flower and the radish with the fairy, a natural pair!" Just as she finished speaking, the purple-clothed servant girl stood beside the pink-clothed lady with big strides and also held up the cloth in her hand. She recited: "You are the number one marshal in the world, I am the prettiest in the world, you and I love each other and have a fat child to kiss!"