The Daily Life of His Highness the Cat

"Consort, I think there is a poem that suits you very well." "What?" "Young master, you should only see paintings, and I alone know the beauty of them. When you write about the water in the sky, you will definitely not be a person in the dust." Lu Zhi'an didn't say anything. He reached out and brushed Xia Xiao's broken hair and whispered, "Your Highness, you think of me too well." "No, no, no, you think better than me."