"It actually ran past you in a 'whoosh'. It's gray. No, it's a big black rat with a long and thin tail!"
"Ah, where is the master? Where is he?"
When Bai Lu was a child, she and Qing Yan went to play in Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing. They were accidentally bitten by a mouse while sleeping at night. From then on, they were extremely afraid of such things.
Now I suddenly heard that there was a mouse, and instantly I got goosebumps all over my body. I closed my eyes reflexively and threw everything in my hand out to kill the mouse.
Qingyan also knew about Bai Lu's problem. When she saw Bai Lu just throwing the shovel out, Qingyan hurriedly stepped forward and held it with her left hand, then ran out of the palace with the shovel in hand.
Not hearing the sound of the shovel hitting the ground, Bai Lu quietly opened one eye with some fear. She originally wanted to see what was going on, but who knew that she just saw her master's handsome turning movement in one go.
Knowing that she had been deceived by her master again, Bai Lu was so angry that she jumped up and down, but she was so frightened by this that she couldn't care about anything else, and hurriedly ran to chase her little master.
When Bai Lu panted and chased her into the flowers and trees in the Imperial Garden, she saw her master "working diligently" through the flowers and trees like a little bee that was dazzled by the flowers.
It's just that the bees are collecting nectar for pollination, while the master is looking to see which flower tree is the delicious fruit tree, so that she can dig it home with a shovel.
In her previous life, Qingyan did not plant any plants due to the one-size-fits-all regulations of the base. Even though she was born in an environment that emphasized agriculture and suppressed commerce in this life, Qingyan did not develop a hobby of farming.
But she loves to eat all kinds of fresh fruits.
When she was at home, Amma once planted about two acres of fruit trees for her in Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing. Even if the productivity of the Qing Dynasty is low now, the yield of this fruit tree is far from comparable to that of the mutant plants in the apocalypse. However,
The advantage is that there are more trees and fewer people supplying them. Qingyan can still enjoy the freedom of seasonal fresh fruits by relying on the fruit trees on the farm.
And in this palace where the rules are greater than the sky, except for the three giants who can eat as much fruit as they want, the concubines like them all strictly follow the proportions. If the fruits assigned to them are eaten up, what will happen?
There really is no more.
Even though Qingyan now enjoys the treatment of a concubine, she still can't accept that there are restrictions on fruits. Everything else is easy to talk about, but she can't bear this.
In order to solve this problem, Qingyan thought that she might as well take advantage of the opportunity to renovate the Chuxiu Palace and plant a few more of her favorite fruit trees in the yard, and then let the craftsmen build a large grape trellis for her.
In this way, when the fruits are ripe, she will not only have fresh and unlimited fruits to eat at will, but she can also move a rocking chair at dusk in summer, lie under the lush and green grape trellis and watch the sunset, and her nose will be filled with the sweetness of grapes.
When you open your mouth and someone feeds you the breath, it feels amazing to think about it!
Qingyan is not a patient person when it comes to food. She really can't wait for the fruit trees to grow up slowly. She wants to plant them now so that she can eat all kinds of fruits this year. Therefore, Qingyan came up with a bad idea.
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Since there are already mature trees in the Imperial Garden that can bear fruit and bloom, why not just dig a few trees and bring them back?
After all, when she went to pay her respects to the Empress Dowager, she had also asked Aunt Gui of Cining Palace, and she knew that basically no one would eat the fruit trees in the imperial garden, and the slaves would not dare to eat them, but the masters all had good qualities.
Even better, the fruits specially provided by the emperor's masters naturally do not look down on these ornamental fruits that grow in the imperial garden.
When Qingyan heard Aunt Gui's explanation, she felt deeply that the people in this palace were really wasted!
There are a lot of fruit trees planted in the imperial garden. Instead of waiting for the fruits to fall off naturally and be disposed of by the palace people, it is better for her to dig them up!
Seeing that his master had picked out a medium-sized peach tree, he rubbed his hands together, raised the shovel, and thrust it into the soft rain-drenched soil. In an instant, the shovel head was buried.
Most of the way in.
Bai Lu had a feeling that with her master's great strength, the tree could be dug out completely in just a few strokes.
But she still felt that it was a bit unpleasant to hear about this matter. Many of the concubines in the palace would come to the imperial garden to move pots of flowers and plants back to look after them to pass the time, but she had never heard of this concubine coming to dig.
Trees are used to kill time!
"Master, why don't we forget it? I think this is really not good." Bai Lu walked up and grabbed Qingyan's clothes and said.
"Bai Lu, you are wrong to think this way. The fun of this fruit tree is to produce sweet fruits for people to eat. Look at them planted here. No one appreciates their practical value. Only people like me
As someone who loves them, I have to select the best trees among them today so that they can be encouraged and bear more, sweeter and more delicious fruits the next year!"
Hearing that her little mistress was lying to her again, Bai Lu wanted to tell her: Master, this slave is not a child like His Highness and Brother Baoqing.
Qingyan looked at Bai Lun's expressionless face, and she was also embarrassed by what she said, but that was what she thought from the bottom of her heart.
In her eyes, the fruit trees and flowers all looked the same, except that one was bigger and the other was smaller, one grew in a tree pit and the other was planted in a flower pot.
People in the apocalypse have a practical character, and trees that can bear fruit will certainly attract Qingyan's attention more than ornamental flowers.
"Okay, okay, you quickly go back to the palace and find some young eunuchs. While the soil is soft after the rain, help me plant the few trees I dug out into the tree pits in the front yard." Qing Qing.
Yan waved her hand and wanted to send Bai Lu away. This little girl of hers was of no help here and was always in the way!
Bai Lu watched Qingyan dig out another cherry tree, an apricot tree, and a pear tree as she spoke quickly. Now she had gone under a jujube tree. The fig tree and pomegranate tree on one side were still there.
Stand in line...
The trees have been dug out, and whether the tree pits are replaced or not has little impact on them.
Bai Lu had no choice but to accept her fate: "Master, that slave will go now."
Just as she was about to turn around, she thought of something else and warned again uneasily: "That's all you need to dig, but don't dig the vines. We have to build a scaffolding to let it climb slowly."
OK."
Seeing her mistress nodding, Bai Lu hurriedly ran towards Chuxiu Palace.
Looking at Bai Lu's fast running back, Qingyan's head was full of black lines. She had no credibility. She was not stupid. Of course, the grape vines had to be planted small and allowed to grow slowly along the shelf!
If it weren't for the mutation of her earth power, Qingyan wouldn't dare to move these trees. Although she hasn't tried it yet, the principles are the same. Since the mutated power can heal the body, it will definitely
It will also be good for this plant. After all, the healing attribute comes from the wood attribute, so it should always be of some use, right?
In this forest of flowers and trees, Qingyan dug up one of her favorite fruit trees, and then she took the shovel and wandered to other places to see if she could encounter other good things.
Although the Royal Garden is not particularly big, there are still quite a lot of plants planted in it. Qingyan could not name most of them while walking along the way.
When passing by a flowerbed under a rockery, Qingyan took a casual glance and was suddenly attracted by several pots of very familiar plants.
The little eunuch in a blue robe stood outside the flower garden, bending over with a pity on his face and preparing to dispose of these ornamental flowers that had been eliminated from the greenhouse because the stems were not straight and did not look good, when he suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
A pair of finely crafted flat embroidered shoes.
He quickly looked up and saw a beautiful girl wearing a goose-yellow palace dress with a soft whip wrapped loosely around her waist.
"This slave pays my respects to Little Master Hesheli." The little eunuch quickly knelt down and saluted respectfully.
"Is it possible that you have seen me?" Since what happened with the maid in Prince Yu's palace, Qingyan now has a little sympathy for her minions who can call out her name directly despite her low status.
Be vigilant.
Hearing Qingyan's question, the little eunuch said with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid I don't know something, little master. Although there are many nobles in the palace now, you and I are the only ones with soft whips around their waists."
I have heard about Tana Gege from Mongolia, and she is only twelve or three years old now."
Although the little eunuch didn't finish his words, Qingyan also understood that Qingqing's current external image was almost equal to that of the golden whip!
After hearing the little eunuch's well-founded explanation, Qingyan waved her hand and asked him to get up.
Seeing that Qingyan was very interested in these pots of ornamental flowers, the little eunuch forced himself to suppress his excitement. Now all the servants in the palace knew that the Chuxiu Palace was short of people, even though Concubine Hesheli was in pain last year.
He once had a reputation of being cruel when he beat up the prince's nanny.
But now that several months have passed, everyone is not a fool and can naturally see that although there are few people in the Chuxiu Palace, the palace servants who work there are still living a very good life.
The young eunuch had the ambition to become a high-level eunuch in charge. He observed that Qingyan was looking at the plant on the far left for the longest time, so he stepped forward and said respectfully: "Little master, I will take care of these."
The flowers and plants have been around for several years, and the types of ornamental flowers in these pots are all different. How about I introduce them to you in detail?"
Qingyan turned to look at this smart little eunuch with strong observation ability, her eyes were pure, and she nodded.
"Most of these pots of ornamental flowers came as tribute from foreign ministers and vassal states, and they are all very different."
"The two pots of flowers on the left are persimmons. After blooming, they will produce hard, fist-sized green fruits. When mature, they will turn into bright red round fruits, which look extremely festive and beautiful."
Qingyan lowered her head and took a closer look at the small green feathery leaves that spread out. It looked like a tomato tree that had mutated in her previous life and could grow to the height of two people.
She blinked, and the little eunuch's description sounded very much like a tomato fruit.
"What about the rest?" Qingyan pointed to the other pots and continued to ask.
"Returning to the little master, the two pots in the middle are sunflowers that bloom towards the sun. The corolla of this flower is very large, the petals are diamond-shaped and light yellow, and there are many seeds inside. The outer shell of these seeds is black.
, the inside is white.”
Qingyan was silent. Isn’t this the sunflower that is a must-have for watching dramas?
No wonder the only melon seeds available today are watermelon seeds and pumpkin seeds. The sunflower is still an ornamental plant!
Qingyan had a hunch that the last two pots must have been eaten as well, and just as she was about to ask, she suddenly heard the gentle voice of a middle-aged woman from behind.