Mrs. Yun chuckled and said, "Coming to the old lady is naturally something else, but it is related to the list of things, and mentioning a few words also makes the old lady have a bottom in her heart." ”

She went on to say, "The old lady in this house likes the fragrance of osmanthus, I heard that there is a three-hundred-year-old laurel tree on the old lady's house, and the things carved from this tree must last for a long time, imagine that the old lady wants to take it back to make a chaise longue for the old lady, think that the old lady is not a stingy person, we will not take it in vain, how much money is set by the old lady." ”

After speaking, she looked at Yan's mother with a smile on her face, she thought that she had shown enough sincerity.

Unexpectedly, Yan's mother refused, "This osmanthus tree is in my son's yard, he doesn't love other flowers and plants, so he loves this hanging flower tree, if you want him to agree, I'm afraid it's impossible." ”

The smile on the corner of Mrs. Yun's mouth was retracted, and she said, "Old Mrs. Yan, let's not talk darkly, you cut down this osmanthus tree and buy it with me, and the delivery can be postponed as much as possible, otherwise, the old man can also understand that this is more than the list can not be handed over, and this compensation can go to most of the current Nanxiangzhai." ”

"According to the current situation, when the time comes, won't this Nanxiangzhai collapse, will you and Young Master Yan still care about a tree?"

"I don't like what I'm saying, but it's also for the sake of Old Madam Yan, how about you think about it now?"

If she doesn't agree, I'm afraid that not only will the Yun family's order not be successful, but also the few that have already negotiated the delay in delivery will also follow the Yun family.

Mrs. Yan sat still, thinking about the consequences of this.

"Mrs. Yun, don't scare me with the order, I can't do it if I agree to cut down the osmanthus tree, I have to agree with my son and daughter-in-law."

After weighing it, she finally felt that she agreed.

"You all agree, Young Master Yan and Young Madam will naturally not refuse, I don't know if Young Madam can be at home? I'm not afraid of your jokes, but I brought the craftsman who cut down the trees today. ”

"Mrs. Yun is really anxious, my daughter-in-law contracted a cold a few days ago, and now she is recuperating at home, so it is inconvenient to see guests." Yan's mother really hated her kind face and her style.

"I'm sick, I can't talk about it if I don't visit me today, just ask what does the young lady mean?"

Li Tianyan sat in the room, embroidering the clothes on his hands for a while, this is a spring dress made for Yan Rui, he always makes it more carefully than the outside, and it is more comfortable to wear.

Yan Rui went to Nanxiangzhai early this morning, and he didn't even bother to look at the osmanthus tree in the yard, he didn't want to talk to himself, and she didn't want to speak, for fear that this opening would make the gap between the two deeper.

Thinking about the conversation between the two that day, she didn't pay attention to the needle on her hand, and a blood spot immediately appeared on her fingertips, she put down her clothes, took a handkerchief and wiped the blood off, only to wipe it off and come out again.

If it had been three days ago, Yan Rui would have been here now, and he would definitely blame himself for being careless, while grabbing his hand in distress and taking care of it carefully.

"This is the three-hundred-year-old osmanthus tree, look at this form is different."

The sudden sound outside pulled her thoughts back, put away the things in her hand, and when she went out, she saw her mother and a noble lady in the courtyard, and the noble lady looked at the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

Seeing her come out, he looked at her with a close smile on his face.

"I've seen my mother." She saluted Mother Yan, and then asked, "I don't know who this lady is?" ”

Yan's mother saw that her face was not good, so she took her hand distressedly, she also knew that their husband and wife had quarreled recently, she persuaded both sides, but she didn't see reconciliation.

Yan's mother sighed lightly and pulled her to explain Mrs. Yun's identity and intentions.

As soon as she heard this, she was stunned in place, her eyes, which were still full of divine light, dimmed suddenly, closed her eyes slightly, and shook her body.

Trees die and people die, these four words are what Mo Daochang told her repeatedly back then, and now there is someone who wants to cut down the tree, should she agree?

Li Tianyan's gaze swept over Guishu and Mrs. Yun, and his already pale face became even more worrying this time.

Mother just analyzed the pros and cons with her, and she knew very well that cutting down this tree would solve the crisis of the Yan family, if not, the Nanxiang Zhai that her father and mother had been running for many years would be destroyed.

She and Yan Rui are now separated by an insurmountable mountain, and the reason why the two know each other and love each other is probably from that familiarity.

She decided that Yan Rui was the reincarnation of Lin Huarui, so she was wholeheartedly good to him, and Yan Rui liked herself, and because of that familiarity, she had turned into a breeze and cinnamon fragrance for more than ten years.

At that time, he thought that Guixiang Qingfeng was himself, but now that he knows the truth and the things of her previous life, he is thinking about whether he loves him or Lin Huarui, and he doesn't understand that in his own opinion, they are just one person.

Maybe he shouldn't have occupied this body to make Yan Rui sad, if he didn't have himself, Yan Rui wouldn't be like this.

She couldn't stop this thought, turned her head to the side, and secretly touched the tears in the corners of her eyes.

Once this tree is cut down, not only will she die, but her soul will also dissipate, and she will never see Yan Rui again.

Mrs. Yun walked slowly and said, "Young Mrs. Yan agrees or disagrees, it's a word, you drag it outside like this, it's not good for your body." ”

"Let's cut it down."

The sound of mosquitoes was heard clearly in the quiet courtyard.

As soon as the words fell, she entered the house with the help of Wan Qing, so that no one else could see her tears like rain.

At this moment, Yan Rui, who was on the way back to his home, felt a throbbing pain in his heart, he just felt that something was about to happen, so he hurried home, and this pain felt like his breathing was blocked.

Panting heavily, he opened the curtain and snatched the rope from Ma Bo's hand, and hurriedly drove the carriage, rampage, and some stalls on the road were knocked down.

"Madame, what about you? Where does it hurt, you say? Wan Qing looked at the pale lady in the room and kept breaking out in a cold sweat, and shouted anxiously.

The sound of cutting trees outside the house, every time it seemed to be cut on her body, but she didn't know where the pain was, the corners of her lips were biting out of blood, and she grabbed Wanqing's hand tightly to prevent her from calling someone.

In fact, at this time, she regretted it, she shouldn't have agreed, she left Yan Rui alone so selfishly, what should he do with the rest of the time.

She regretted it, if Yan Rui still wanted her to choose, she would definitely choose him, Lin Huarui was dead, and she was not Yao Shuyan, how could she not know how to choose.

She regretted it, she hadn't looked at Yan Rui again, how could she leave like this.

But now she can only huddle on the bed trembling in pain, she can't speak clearly, how can she tell the people outside to stop?

Is it unclear whether he is in pain, and at this time he actually heard Yan Rui's voice.

"What are you doing? Stop it! Stop it! ”

Before Yan Rui entered the yard, he heard a voice that made him panic, and when he came in, he saw a person cutting down the osmanthus tree, how dare he?

That tree was more important than himself in his heart, Yan Rui ran forward in a few steps and snatched the axe in the craftsman's hand and threw it far away.

He carefully stroked the deep scars on the trunk of the tree, turned around and tugged at the placket of the craftsman's clothes, and said fiercely with bloodshot eyes, "Who told you to cut it?" ”