"Listen to me, there's no time!"

Murong Canghai placed Su Yueming, who was still trembling in the faint, into his arms, her body was limp, and her head leaned weakly on his chest.

"Big brother, give it to ......" Murong Yunqing handed him the jade flute, and then stood aside with a solemn expression.

Outside the Moqing residence, he has sent everyone to guard at all levels, and no one is allowed to come in.

The prince sat outside, his hands clasped.

Murong Canghai put the jade flute to his lips, only to hear a voice like flowing water-

At the beginning, the sound of the flute rose in a low voice, like resentment and admiration, like sobbing and whispering, like a lonely woman, singing in a low voice, the wisps of tune, around the beam, endless.

Murong Canghai's gaze narrowed on Su Yueming's face, large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and soon his clothes were also wet.

And Murong Canghai's back also swelled with a scorching heat, and he felt that his body was about to burn!

He calmed down his mind, abandoned all the distractions of the world, and completely immersed himself in the world of Xiao Sheng.

Su Yueming opened her eyes-

Where is this, as far as the eye can see, a dazzling red, ah, this is a large field of flowers from the other side, from the soles of her feet to the sky, like a burning sea of fire.

She stood in it, looking around blankly, where was this and where was she going?

She raised her feet and ran forward, she saw that there were many people around the sea of flowers, Xuanyuan Qiche, the eldest lady, Su Baixi, Su Buqing......

They gathered around and boiled her unformed son in a saucepan, and they laughed at the bloody mass of rotten flesh in the saucepan, and they bared their teeth and scooped up her son and swallowed it little by little.

She ran desperately to snatch her son back from their hands, but, there was no way, her feet were entangled in the flower vines of the other side flowers, and she couldn't move, so she could only stand where she was, watching.

"Mother, Mother......"

On the other side, a weak voice sounded in her ears, she was startled, and turned her head suddenly, it was Wen Yi!

Her daughter Wenyi!

She was surrounded by a crowd of filthy men, who were laughing maniacally, their faces contorted and more terrifying than the demons of hell.

Her grace was like a poor little white rabbit, her little body curled up in a ball, begging bitterly, but the men and beasts showed no mercy to the poor child, they hurt her like wild beasts, and they laughed wildly above her head.

"Queen Mother...... Queen ......"

Her faint cry for help is a prison for her life!

"Wenyi, Wenyi...... My Wen Yi, stop, stop......" Su Yueming watched, but there was nothing she could do, she fell to her knees, she begged bitterly, and begged with Wen Yi.

But it didn't work, it didn't work at all.

Su Baixi and the eldest lady laughed at her over there, laughing at her for being a dignified queen but not even protecting her own daughter.

"Ah......h

Wen Yi is gone, and his unformed son is gone, all of them......

She looked around in a panic and shouted loudly, the boundless darkness sweeping over her, the boundless fear grabbing her throat.