"Oh, you have to be careful, don't damage the roots with a few shovels." The palace man served the tea respectfully, and Qingyang took a sip, "That tree is old, and it will be difficult to maintain it after it is dug up."
King Yao glanced at her. The old pear tree beside the cold spring was planted the year he was born. It is still fifty-nine years old. For a tree, it is in its prime.
Qingyang still thinks it is old? She is older than the pear tree!
King Yao chuckled: "How can it be so delicate? The old tree has been kept in the deep palace for many years, and the cold air cannot kill it. The soil under the root is harder than iron, and it is not easy for anyone to dig it up. Several trees were broken today.
A spade and a pickaxe.”
"Really?" Qingyang said slowly, "I hope to see pear blossoms and crabapples blooming together next year. But I heard that there are many trees planted near Hanquan, and they never survive more than two months."
She has only been here for half a year, but does she even know about such a big deal in the palace? King Yao was slightly stunned, but he said calmly: "If you plant too much, one of them will survive. Won't the pear tree grow back then?"
Is it done?”
He smiled: "I heard that Jian Guo likes fruit wine. I have a batch of newly brewed pear wine here. I will send a few jars to Jian Guo later."
Qingyang nodded: "The king is interested."
When the imperial study room fell silent, both of them knew that the gossip was over.
Who speaks first?
The palace servants came up to refill the tea, and both of them held cups and sipped slowly.
Qingyang was not in a hurry at all.
The last few times she had conversations with King Yao, both parties got to the point directly. I heard that King Yao was so angry that he threw a glass of wine afterwards, so how could he be so round and round like this time?
This is what King Yao wants from her.
Chapter completed!