Ye Jinyun looked at him, "Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"
"I was wondering if this was Yun'er's idea. You're probably the only concubine who can grow mint and mugwort in the palace."
Ye Jinyun smiled embarrassedly.
"Your Majesty has good taste. This is exactly what I had planted. It provides coolness and is mosquito-free. It's just as good as the Summer Palace. It's a pity that I can't rest here at night, otherwise I would really like to move my bed here."
Mo Qiyuan shook his head slightly, feeling helpless towards her.
Ye Jinyun looked at Lin Qingtang and the other person who had been standing silently by the side since the emperor came. He felt a little guilty because the emperor couldn't move freely here.
So she said she wanted to go back and rest for a while, and took the emperor back to her Qingyue Palace, freeing them both from their 'meditation'.
…
As soon as Ye Jinyun brought the emperor into his room, he couldn't help but frown.
As expected, this room is not as cool as outside. If the emperor had not come, she would never stay in here.
Mo Qiyuan came in from outside and felt the temperature difference between indoors and outdoors. It was indeed a big difference, so he thought for a moment and said:
"Yun'er, how about this? I'll have someone clear out a cool spot for you in the courtyard of Qingyue Palace, and plant some mint and mugwort there. That way, when I come to accompany you in the future, you won't have to be confined to this room. And since you're pregnant, you don't have to go back and forth between the two palaces. Just have them come over."
When Ye Jinyun heard this, he thought it was feasible.
Nodded immediately.
"Then could Your Majesty please have someone weave a rattan chair for me? Otherwise, I'm going to be very hot sitting on this stone bench with a cushion."
Mo Qiyuan was puzzled. "Rattan chair? Is it made of rattan? How can it be strong?"
Ye Jinyun raised his eyebrows. It was not surprising that he didn't know this since he had been living a life of luxury since childhood.
So she briefly told him the advantages of this rattan chair and its sturdiness, then drew a rough outline of the rattan chair according to her memories of her previous life, and begged him to find someone to make one for her.
Mo Qiyuan took the drawing of the rattan chair. Although the style of the drawing was a bit disappointing, from the structure and appearance of the rattan chair, it could be seen that it was indeed very practical, so he approved it.
He directly instructed Chen Fuquan to have someone make one first to see the effect. If the effect is good, he could make a few more, after all, he would have to come here often.
Seeing that the emperor cared so much about her, Ye Jinyun couldn't help but smile, so she ordered Qing'er to make a bowl of mango shaved ice to cool him down.
…
So when Qing'er brought a bowl of mango shaved ice in front of the two of them, Mo Qiyuan was surprised again.
Although since the beginning of summer, someone from the imperial kitchen would make shaved ice for him every day according to Ye Jinrong's method last year.
But it always tastes the same. Apart from being able to relieve summer heat, Mo Qiyuan doesn't feel anything new about it, and he doesn't like it as much as he did last year.
But he didn't expect that Ye Jinyun had other flavors here, and they looked much more delicious than what he ate every day. After asking Chen Fuquan to test whether it was poisonous, he couldn't wait to taste it.
Well, it’s delicious. It’s much better than what the imperial kitchen makes.
No wonder she didn't want to show her face in front of me when she first entered the palace. She stayed in her own palace with her good sisters, closed the door and had fun secretly. Those days were quite comfortable.
Even he, the emperor, was a little envious of their life.
Mo Qiyuan felt that the friendship between Ye Jinyun, Lin Qingtang and Yu Wan'er.
Whether it was his chance encounter with them in the apricot blossom forest, or the fact that he often saw them enjoying themselves in Yingquan Palace during their spare time, he felt that this cold palace had a hint of warmth.
He thought that when their child was born, he would be happy to grow up in such a warm environment.
He no longer had to endure the same fate as when he was young, when no one except his mother could give him any real love. All of this was brought to him by Ye Jinyun, and he was very grateful.
Thinking of this, Mo Qiyuan quickly finished a bowl of mango shaved ice.
With a warm look on his face, he asked, "Yun'er, I have another question for you."
Ye Jinyun held her chin with one hand and watched the emperor eating shaved ice, feeling very envious.
Because Qing'er said she was pregnant and refused to let her eat it, she could only envy it.
Hearing the emperor say this, he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth:
"Let me guess, Your Majesty, are you asking whether this fruit shaved ice was developed by me?"
Mo Qiyuan scratched her nose and said, "You guessed right. Is it true?"
Ye Jinyun looked at him with a smile, "Indeed."
"Well, I was saying it. Such a novel method and that clever trick to preserve the temperature definitely couldn't be thought up by someone as stupid as Ye Jinrong. It seems she just benefited from your help."
Ye Jinyun smiled at him and changed the subject, otherwise she was afraid that the emperor would think that she had colluded with Ye Jinrong to deceive him last year.
…
Because it was Mo Qiyuan who personally ordered to find a cool place for Ye Jinyun, the Ministry of Internal Affairs was very efficient and quickly arranged for people to renovate the place and prepare all the arrangements.
Even for the rattan chair that Ye Jinyun wanted, Mo Qiyuan sent someone to make one as quickly as possible for her to see.
After Ye Jinyun received the rattan chair sent by Chen Fuquan and his men, he carefully examined its structure and workmanship to see if they were up to standard.
She asked Lin Qingtang to help her test its strength, and then nodded to indicate her acceptance of the sample.
She asked Chen Fuquan to take a message back to the craftsmen who made the rattan chairs, asking them to make them according to this method and send them to her directly when they were done. Otherwise, she would feel a little embarrassed if she was the only one sitting on it.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
