Nan Yan walked over and took him clothes and put them on, and asked again, "Since everything is done according to the emperor's plan, has the emperor thought clearly? How should this battle be fought?"

When talking about how to fight this battle, Zhu Feng's face sank slightly.

He also mentioned before that this battle is difficult to fight.

Although everything is in their plan these days, some things are always outside the plan.

For example, the winner and loser of this battle.

The most victorious generals dare not guarantee that they will win a complete victory in their next battle. The battlefield changes rapidly, and there are too many big and small things that can change the result. God is manipulating them. Many times, they are just doing their best.

Zhu Feng was silent for a moment and said slowly: "How to fight... forcefully."

"Fight hard?"

Nan Yan was stunned when he heard these two words.

You know, for military affairs, she is no longer the little woman who has never eaten pork and only watched pigs run. She has followed Zhu Feng for so many years and has experienced so many wars. Zhu Feng herself even taught her that even if she is not military, she still understands one thing very clearly—

War is a treacherous way.

And the devil is the heart of the people. When fighting, sometimes it is to have a scheming and skill.

But this time, Zhu Feng said he would fight hard.

Nan Yan said with a tentative tone: "The Emperor is teasing my concubine, right? The Emperor has fought so many battles in the past, how many of them are fought hard? The right time, place and people, what is the only one that the Emperor can use?"

Zhu Feng chuckled and said, "Yes, the right time, place and people can use whatever you want."

"so--"

"so,"

Zhu Feng said slowly while dressing, "The weather - this time - will encounter a heavy rain that is rare in a century; the location - the water of the boundary river is changed; the people - the uncle came to offer me a gust of east wind. These are what I want to use."

Nan Yan listened and frowned slowly, and she understood a little.

Zhu Feng looked down at her with a solemn look and said, "And I can only use these to flood the White Tiger City. As for the previous battle, no matter whether it is right or the right place or the right people, I and Arislan are equal. No one is higher or lower, no one is better or inferior."

“…”

"This battle can only be fought hard."

“…”

Nan Yan didn't say anything else, but just helped Zhu Feng smooth his collar carefully, and then said softly: "I understand."

Zhu Feng didn't say much, and gently patted her hand.

Then he turned around and walked out.

On the other hand, Xiao Chengjun returned to his room. A little eunuch put the ice plate in his room early. When he went back, the room was as cool as autumn. But the child was in a fire and he was still sweating heavily. When he sat on the chair, the palace maid Yunshu next to him came over to fan him. Xiao Chengjun snatched the fan and said, "No need for you, go down."

Yunshu asked, "Does Your Highness want to take a nap? Is it okay for you to lay your bed for Your Highness?"

What children don't like the most is taking a nap.

Although he agreed to the emperor and the imperial concubine just now, he naturally made the decision when he came back. Xiao Chengjun said, "No, you just go down, I'll do it myself."

The little palace maid had to retreat.

Xiao Chengjun was still fanning himself with a whimper, and saw Wen Biyu walking in from outside. When he saw him coming back, he immediately came over to salute. Xiao Chengjun saw what he was holding in his hand and smiled and said, "Brother Biyu, are you going to set up a boat again?"

Wen Bieyu held a small boat made of wooden strips.

Although he went to the palace to attend the Han King's lecture, Wen Bieyu still couldn't change his hobby at home, but he liked to play with these small boats and sails. When he arrived in the northwest, Zhu Chengjun went out to ride a horse with the emperor and the imperial concubine every day. After that time, he stayed in the house more peacefully, accompanied his uncle Wen Wuyu, and he used wood pieces to build these small boats with no problem.

Wen Bieyu smiled and raised the boat in her hand and said, "It was my uncle who tilled it."

"real?"

Zhu Chengjun grabbed it and took a closer look. It was actually quite delicate. He said in surprise: "Have your uncle recovered from illness?"

Wen Bieyu smiled and said, "He has been crazy for so many years, so it's not that easy. But after he came here, it seemed to be quieter. I talked with him and he could still answer. So, this boat he built like me, is as good as I usually do."

Speaking of this, he said with curved eyes: "Maybe, he will really get better slowly."

Zhu Chengjun smiled and said, "That would be great."

He said, and handed the boat back to Wen Bieyu.

At this moment, my eyes suddenly glanced at Wen Bieyu's sleeve, and something was shiny and heavy. Zhu Chengjun took it out of his sleeve again: "What is this?"

"well?"

Wen Bieyu was also shocked when she saw it.

It's a dagger.

When he is with Zhu Chengjun, he cannot bring powerful weapons. After all, this high-ranking noble status is noble, and ordinary people will take off their armor when they come to him. What's more, if he is with him every day, if he brings powerful weapons, he will be suspected of being unfavorable to His Highness.

This small dagger was used to cut wooden strips and rig boats.

He kept holding these boats when he was working with Wen Wuyu, but when he came back, he forgot and came back with his sleeves.

Wen Bieyu was so scared that she turned pale and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, give it back to me quickly!"

When Zhu Chengjun saw him like this, he laughed: "What's wrong? Why can't you show it to me?"

He said, pulling out the dagger.

The small dagger was only as long as half of his palm, but it was extremely sharp. It flashed with a cold light when it was unsheathed, almost stinging his eyes.

Wen Bieyu was so scared that she waved her hand and said, "This thing is sharp. Your Highness, be careful, don't scratch your hands, otherwise this time - I'm afraid I'll be beaten by the emperor."

Zhu Chengjun was still young after all, and he didn't understand the dangers of not knowing the reason why Wen Bieyu was frightened. He just thought it was fun and stuffed the dagger back and held it in his hand: "Let me play for two days."

"Your Highness, this is not OK."

"Why can't it work? I'll lend it to me for two days and I'll pay it back after the game. Don't be so stingy."

Wen Bieyu dared not disobey him, so he could only say carefully: "Then, your highness must be careful, don't stroke your hand. By the way, don't let the imperial concubine know."

"Don't worry."

Zhu Chengjun happily put away the dagger.
Chapter completed!