Chapter 3283 Hard Fight
Nan Yan walked over and fetched clothes for him to put on, then asked, "Well, since everything is going according to the emperor's plan, has the emperor thought clearly about how to fight this battle?"
When talking about how to fight this battle, Zhu Feng's face darkened slightly.
He had mentioned before that this battle would be difficult to fight.
Although everything went according to their plan these days, some things were always beyond their plans.
For example, the outcome of this battle.
Even the most victorious general cannot guarantee a complete victory in his next battle. The battlefield changes rapidly, and too many major and small events that can change the outcome are controlled by God. Many times, they are just doing their best.
Zhu Feng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "How to fight... Fight with force."
"Hard fight?"
Hearing these two words, Nan Yan was stunned.
You know, when it comes to military affairs, she is no longer the little girl who has never eaten pork but only watched pigs run. After following Zhu Feng for so many years, she has experienced so many wars, big and small. Even Zhu Feng himself has taught her tirelessly. Even if she is not familiar with military affairs, there is one thing she understands very well -
War is a matter of deception.
The cunning way is the human heart. In war, sometimes you have to use your mind and skills.
But this time, Zhu Feng said to fight hard.
Nan Yan said in a slightly tentative tone, "Your Majesty, are you teasing me? Your Majesty has fought so many battles in the past. How many of them were fought with force? The right time, right place, and right people—which one of them can't Your Majesty use?"
Zhu Feng chuckled and said, "Yes, with the right time, right place, and right people, any one of them can be used."
"so--"
"so,"
As Zhu Feng dressed, he spoke slowly, "The weather is favorable—the northwest will experience a once-in-a-century downpour; the location is favorable—the course of the boundary river has been diverted; and the people are favorable—my uncle has come to offer me an east wind. These are what I need."
Nan Yan listened and her brows slowly furrowed. She began to understand a little.
Zhu Feng looked down at her solemn expression and said, "And I can only use these to flood White Tiger City. As for the previous battle, whether it was the right time, place, or people, Arslan and I were equals. There was no superiority or inferiority."
“…”
"This battle can only be fought with force."
“…”
Nan Yan didn't say anything else. She only carefully helped Zhu Feng smooth his collar, then said softly, "I understand."
Zhu Feng didn't say anything more and patted her hand gently.
Then he turned and walked out.
Meanwhile, little Chengjun returned to his room. A young eunuch had already placed an ice tray there. Once he closed the door, the room felt as cool as autumn. However, children have a fiery nature, so he was still sweating profusely. He sat down on a chair, and the palace maid Yunshu came over to fan him. Little Chengjun snatched the fan and said, "You don't need it. Go away."
Yunshu asked, "Your Highness, would you like to take a nap? I'll make the bed for you, shall I?"
What children dislike most is taking a nap.
Although he had just agreed in front of the emperor and the imperial concubine, he naturally made the decision himself when he came back. Xiao Chengjun said, "No need, just go down, I will do it myself."
The young palace maid had no choice but to withdraw.
Little Chengjun was still fanning himself when he saw Wen Bieyu walk in. Upon seeing him back, he immediately came over to greet him. Little Chengjun saw what he was holding and said with a smile, "Brother Bieyu, are you making a boat again?"
What Wen Bieyu was holding in his hand was a small boat made of wooden strips.
Although he entered the palace as a tutor to the King of Han, Wen Bieyu still couldn't change his hobby at home, which was to tinker with small boats and sails. When he arrived in the northwest, Zhu Chengjun followed the emperor and the imperial concubine out riding every day. After he was beaten that time, he stayed more obediently in the house, accompanying his younger uncle Wen Wuyu, and would use wood chips to make these small boats when he had nothing to do.
Wen Bieyu smiled and raised the small boat in his hand, saying, "My uncle made it."
"real?"
Zhu Chengjun grabbed it and took a closer look. It turned out to be quite delicate. He said in surprise, "Is your uncle healed?"
Wen Bieyu smiled and said, "He's been crazy for so many years, it's not that easy to cure him. But after he came here, he seemed to be quieter. I chatted with him and he could even talk back. Look, he imitated me and made this little boat, and it's as good as mine."
At this point, he said with curved eyes: "Maybe he will really get better slowly."
Zhu Chengjun smiled and said, "That would be great."
As he spoke, he handed the boat back to Wen Bieyu.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly caught sight of something shiny and heavy in Wen Bieyu's sleeve. Zhu Chengjun took it out of his sleeve again and asked, "What is this?"
"well?"
Wen Bieyu was also surprised when he saw it.
It's a dagger.
When he was with Zhu Chengjun, he was not allowed to carry sharp weapons. After all, this prince was of noble status, and ordinary people had to take off their armor when they were in front of him. What's more, he was with him every day. If he carried sharp weapons, he would be suspected of being harmful to the prince.
He used this small dagger to cut wooden strips and tie boats.
He had been holding it when he was working with Wen Wu Yu on these small boats just now, but he forgot about it when he came back and just put it in his sleeve.
Wen Bieyu was so frightened that his face turned pale. He lowered his voice and said, "Your Highness, give it back to me!"
Seeing him like this, Zhu Chengjun chuckled, "What's wrong? Why can't you let me see it?"
As he spoke, he pulled out the dagger.
The small dagger was only half the length of a palm, but it was extremely sharp. It flashed with a cold light when it was unsheathed, almost hurting his eyes.
Wen Bieyu was so frightened that he quickly waved his hands and said, "This thing is very sharp. Your Highness, please be careful and don't cut your hand. Otherwise, this time - I'm afraid the emperor will beat me to pieces."
Zhu Chengjun was still young after all, and didn't understand the danger, nor did he understand why Wen Bieyu was frightened. He just thought it was fun, so he stuffed the dagger back into his hand and held it tightly: "Lend it to me for two days."
"Your Highness, this won't do."
"Why not? I'll just lend it to you for two days. I'll return it to you when I'm done. Don't be so stingy."
Wen Bieyu didn't dare to disobey him, so he could only say cautiously, "Then, Your Highness, please be careful not to cut your hand. Oh, and don't let the Imperial Concubine know."
"Don't worry."
Zhu Chengjun happily put away the dagger.
Wen Bieyu watched anxiously, praying in his heart that he would not hurt himself. He put the boat aside and suddenly remembered something. He asked, "Oh, Your Highness, when I came back just now, I saw a lot of people walking towards the east wing. What were they doing?"
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