Yun Chujiu looked at Meng Yanshou approvingly and then said faintly, “I haven’t thought about this yet. People say that there are three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines. I Can’t be too little, right? Otherwise, people will look down on me.”
As soon as Yun Chujiu finished her words, Xiao Heiniao and Meng Yanshou felt like they were going to be frozen into popsicles. However, their master, who was courting death, continued to say,
“There are many types of handsome men. If I marry one of each type, there should be at least dozens of them! Fortunately, I have money. Even if I marry more, I can still afford to raise them.”
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Xiao Heiniao and Meng Yanshou were thrown out of the yard like kites with broken strings.