Murong Canghai put Su Yueming, who was unconscious and still trembling, into his arms. Her body was limp and her head rested weakly on his chest.
"Brother, here..." Murong Yunqing handed the jade flute to him, and then stood aside with a solemn expression.
Mo Qing lives outside and has sent people to guard him at all levels, not allowing anyone to come in.
The prince sat outside, holding his hands tightly.
Murong Canghai put the jade flute to his lips and heard a slow sound like running water——
At first, the sound of the flute rises in a low voice, like resentment and admiration, like sobbing and whispering, as if an orphaned woman is singing softly, and the strands of music are surrounding the beam, lingering.
Absolutely.
Murong Canghai's eyes 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 surged with scorching heat, and he felt that his body was about to burn!
He calmed down his mind, abandoned all distractions in the world, and completely immersed himself in the world of the sound of the flute.
Su Yueming opened her eyes——
Where is this, looking around, there is a dazzling red, ah, this is a large piece of Bianhua flower, blooming from the soles of her feet to the horizon, like a burning sea of fire.
She stood in it, looking around blankly, where was she and where was she going?
She raised her feet and ran forward. She saw many people around the sea of flowers, Xuanyuan Qiche, the eldest lady, Su Baixi, Su Buqing...
They gathered around and put her unformed son in a stew pot to cook. They pointed at the bloody mass of rotten meat in the stew pot and laughed. They bared their teeth and fished out her son.
Get up and swallow it into your stomach bit by bit.
She ran over desperately to take her son back from their hands, but there was no way. Her feet were entangled in the vines of Bianhua. She couldn't move and could only stand there, watching helplessly.
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"Mother, mother..."
On the other side, a weak voice sounded in her ears. She was startled and turned her head sharply. It was Wen Yi!
Her daughter Wen Yi!
She was surrounded by a group of wretched and dirty men in the center. Those people were laughing wildly, their faces were distorted, and they were more terrifying than the demons in hell.
Her Wen Yi was like a pitiful little white rabbit, her little body curled up into a ball, begging, but those people did not show any mercy to the poor child at all, they were like wild beasts
Hurting her, they laughed wildly over her head.
"Queen Mother...Queen Mother..."
Her weak cry for help is her lifelong prison!
"Wen Yi, Wen Yi...my Wen Yi, stop, stop..." Su Yueming watched helplessly, but there was nothing she could do. She fell to her knees and begged, and she begged with Wen Yi.
But it's no use, no use at all.
Su Baixi and the eldest lady laughed at her to their heart's content, laughing at her that the queen could not even protect her own daughter.
"Ah..." She looked up to the sky and screamed, her messy hair flying in the air, she screamed like a devil, screaming with all her strength.
Wen Yi is gone, her unformed son is gone, they are all gone...
She looked around in panic and shouted loudly. The boundless darkness swept over her, and boundless fear grabbed her throat.