"Say no more!" Xiao Jiu couldn't help but roar.

When he was in the Southwest, he thought a lot. He had to have a hateful goal in order to live, to adapt to the drop from the clouds into the mud. But today, someone sues him that he hates the wrong person, and he only feels that the foundation of all cognition has collapsed. In this case, escape is his only option.

Vaguely, he sensed that something was wrong. However, the blood and family affection, the responsibility of the Son of Man, and the confusion from expectation to disappointment about the position of the Son of Heaven all made him make a wrong judgment. Suddenly, he was a little afraid to see Liuli's black and white eyes, so he simply took out a towel soaked in medicine and sweat from his sleeve and covered Liuli's face.

Ruri is restricted in her freedom, and she can't resist at all. She wanted to find a way to persuade Xiao Jiu to give up her plans, but she didn't have time or opportunity, and she fell into darkness again while struggling.

Eleven Lang, you must not be fooled, you must resist it. She screamed frantically in her heart.

At this time, Xiao Shiyi was discussing countermeasures with Mi Gui and Shui Shi Qiao, who came through Neishui. During the war, civilian ships will not appear on the sea, but Dongjin Prefecture is the place where the nine rivers are lower, and the sea is open, although there is only one official port, but the waterway is complex vertically and horizontally, from the inland water to the coastline, there are countless wild harbors and wild bays that can be hidden.

Fortunately, now that the army has taken an encirclement of Xiao Zuo and blocked the sea, they are not afraid of him being tough. On the contrary, it is consumed with them, and it is easy to change when it drags on time.

The three men, by the flickering candlelight, leaned over the chart and discussed something in a low voice.

"Report!" The sentry came in and bowed, "It's foggy outside, it's quite big." ”

Mi Gui and Shui Shi Qiao were stunned for a moment, and looked at Xiao Shiyi together.

Xiao Shiyi couldn't help but sigh, "Is this the sky not ending him?" Actually reached out again. ”

"So what now?" Mi Gui couldn't help but worry. This is the most critical time, and there can be no mistakes.

"If the sky does not stop him, it will be up to us to stop him." Xiao Shiyi stretched out his slender and powerful, well-defined fingers. Point in a place on the chart, "Here, block." ”

That night, taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, several small boats quietly sailed out of a deserted dark waterway. On the sea, the fog is rising, and it is impossible to see each other clearly from a distance of ten feet.

Xiao Zuo's heart was raised, put down, and then lifted again.

was already like a trapped beast, but his beloved concubine contributed a secret passage to the outside of Tokyo. It's a way out. It's a pity that I didn't believe much when I ran to Dongjin Mansion, and Xiao Shiyi came when he heard the news. It's like the boy has a long whip in his hand, and he can pull it out wherever he hides.

But they turned the big ship into a small boat, and tonight there was a thick fog to help, and as long as they reached the open sea, they were few men and light, and they were soon able to get out of the encirclement. To know how many defenses the Great Zhao Navy has, he knows better than anyone else, even if he adds Shui Shi Qiao's men and horses, what can he do? Compared to the vast sea. No matter how dense the ships are, no matter how many sailors there are, it is in vain, and it is impossible for manpower to lock up every sea.

"How's it going?" Seeing that a dead soldier from the Cui clan came over, Xiao Zuo couldn't help but ask.

"A qiē calm." That's all I can say. for the fog is in their favor. But there are also obstacles. Anyway, no one can see anyone, how do you know who the sound of the water near you is coming from?

"Your Majesty, don't worry." Cui Shufei, who was dressed in coarse clothes, comforted. "Rao Xiaoyi is like a ghost, and he is not the Dragon King in the end, can he really expect things to be like a god to this point? They can't catch up. The emperor is relieved. ”

"Even if you catch up, it's nothing." Xiao Zuo's eyes suddenly showed ruthlessness, "I am the Son of Heaven, I can die, but I will never be captured." He looked at the dark sea, and his heart was apprehensive, but on the surface he tried to be calm.

Time passed quickly, minute by minute, like the water on the side of the ship, flowing without a trace. But Xiao Zuo felt very slow, which reminded him of the most critical night of the succession, it was really a thought of life and death, like standing on the edge of a cliff with one foot, and it was like a year.

Finally, the sky gradually became brighter, and on the sea level, a faint pink and brown mixed with gray and white floated up.

Is it dawn? Xiao Zuo couldn't be sure. If it was dawn, according to their expectations, they would have approached their big ship hiding in the sea. On a starless and moonless night, if it weren't for the old boatman who had been sailing for decades that the Cui family was looking for, others would not have been able to identify the direction at all. This kind of master of piloting, in the Great Zhao Water Army, there is no such thing at all!

The fog faded, but it was still hazy. Xiao Zuo stood at the bow of the boat, trying to widen his eyes, desperately trying to penetrate the obstruction of his line of sight and see hope.

"It's here." Suddenly, someone shouted excitedly.

Xiao Zuo only felt that the blood was surging upward, and hurriedly rushed to the side of the boat to look.

In the already thin mist, a high wall of brown and black wood loomed, blocking and, no, it should be said to stop in his path, looking so firm and so thick. If you climb up, you will definitely be able to protect him. It felt like ...... To the end of the world. No, no, it's not the end, it's the beginning.

Why does he always have some unlucky thoughts today?

The feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe made Xiao Zuo laugh. His voice was on the water, in the mist, and it traveled very far, but it also seemed extraordinarily empty and unsupported. It was about steaming with water, and it sounded a little trembling and weak.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he can escape this catastrophe, he will have countless opportunities to turn over. He is in the prime of life, Xiao Eleven is a yellow-mouthed child, he has not experienced his wind and frost, what does he know? His defeat today is only because of carelessness!

Looking farther to the east, you can see that the light on the horizon is getting more and more abundant, gradually showing the seven-color heterogeneity of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and the dazzling seven-colored clouds are staggered and rising, among which the purple clouds are the largest, and pressed on the top, brilliant, majestic and solemn, and majestic.

Purple gas comes from the east, the appearance of the emperor! This is the greatest auspicious omen, in this world, sooner or later, it will still be his!

The sun rises, the fog clears! Xiao Zuo only felt that his heart was open, and the sun seemed to be shrouded in him alone. The blows of months have been swept away, replaced by endless self-confidence. But soon, that confidence turned into fear. Because he suddenly realized that the big ship was not waiting for him.

He used the method of breaking it up, but his boat was not an ordinary fishing boat, but a brig clipper. And the big ship to be transferred to is not a three-story ship, but a four-masted sailing ship, in order to make the ship light and fast, so as to get rid of Xiao Shiyi's blockade as soon as possible. But the one in front of him is obviously the level of a handsome ship in a naval battle, and he or Cui Shi didn't dare to be so swaggering when he was fleeing for his life! That only shows that there is an enemy on this ship! It's Xiao Eleven! It's the hunter who has been crouching by the trap for him for a long time!

Look up, and sure enough! On the high ship, a young man in a purple robe with narrow sleeves stood. The handsome face fades the rising sun, and the purple gas wrapped around the robe is more eye-catching than the clouds.

Purple gas comes from the east, the appearance of the emperor, it is not fake. is talking about the new emperor who is in the middle of the day! The rising sunlight did seem to be gathered, but it was not shining on him, but the eleventh lang of the Xiao family, Xiao Yu!

"Please enter the urn." Xiao Shiyi smiled and said to Xiao Zuo.

The ship is already close, although there is a difference between high and low, but it can't stand the future emperor, so he can hear it clearly.

Defeated! Still defeated! There was not even a way to live. Little Eleven is so ruthless, he laid a net, just waiting for him to get in. But he was still complacent, thinking that he would have a chance to make a comeback. He didn't even know how he was defeated, and just like this world was slowly snatched away by Xiao Eleven, he didn't know why! He doesn't know! Even, I can't figure out how the anti-king, who should be sitting in Linshan County, is coming like a god soldier at this moment!

"Your Majesty!" Behind him, Cui Shufei took his hand.

The trembling was transmitted to him. Looking around, when the last trace of fog and morning mist dissipated, the large and small large Zhao warships and the large cao boats used by the Cao Gang as grain ships were densely packed and spread all over the surrounding sea areas, and they were still gradually getting closer, forming an encirclement.

Urn? Isn't it? What the fuck are the real dragon emperors, they are already turtles in the urn! Compared to the other party, their dozen clippers are so small, like praying mantis in front of the giant car, even if they raise their arms, they can be crushed into dust at any time.

But Xiao Zuo took a deep breath and forcibly maintained his composure. He can't control victory or defeat, but he must retain his momentum. That is his last dignity, even if he dies, it will end with the dignity of the emperor.

"Aifei, would you like to be with me?" He turned his face sideways and asked Cui Shufei softly.

The morning sun is so translucent, shining on people's faces, it can't cover the wrinkles and faint spots on the face of the once beautiful woman. But in Xiao's left eyes, it was just what Cui looked like when he was fifteen years old.

"If you surrender, Little Eleven is not the one to be killed. About, you can still live. But if you follow me, you can only accompany me to my life. "A person who has been an emperor naturally understands the emperor's mental tricks, so he knows that his future is over.

He must die, for the stability of the world, and for the wishes of Princess Linshan. But for the sake of Jiulang, for the promise he made before, as long as Cui Shi is willing to bow his head, there is a way to live.

"The emperor still doesn't understand the concubine's heart." Cui Shufei's eyes were red, "The concubine did not hesitate to tear her face to compete for favor and profit, for her own son." is jealous and jealous without grace, for the sake of his husband. Now that the son doesn't know where he is, where the husband is going, the concubine will naturally follow. Otherwise, what else? ”

Xiao Zuo nodded, said three "good" words in a row, and then waved his hand to the stupid boatman, "Move closer to that handsome boat, and stop under it." Don't worry, the anti-king is just asking for my life, and it has nothing to do with you. "He has to be closer, closer, to have a chance, to retain his last chance of dignity.

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………… 66 Have something to say.........

What, reversed again.

That's how the plot is, it's a little more intense.

Thank you. (To be continued......)