Feng Qingxuan didn't want to say much about these things in the house, and Iris was a smart girl, she knew everything she should do and what not to do, not to mention that this was Xiao Zhuo's chassis, if she mixed it up, she was afraid that there would not even be a place to stay.

So much so that these days she can't be more careful, she stays in the yard and doesn't provoke anyone in the house, and she doesn't touch anything that can't be forced.

But Iris is different, although she is a smart girl, she will become impulsive when she encounters things related to Feng Qingxuan.

Because of this, every time Iris goes out to do something, Feng Qingxuan always has to tell her.

Feng Qingxuan saw that Iris's assurance was very good, so she drank the soup in her hand and handed the bowl to Iris: "Iris, take out the pen and paper for me." ”

Hearing Feng Qingxuan's words, Iris was stunned for a while: "The master wants to practice calligraphy?" ”

Feng Qingxuan chuckled a few times and walked to the table and sat down: "I just want to practice my wrists and I can't use my strength, just now Qingge said that the war ahead is tight, and she wants me to help make a plan, anyway, I have nothing to do now, so it can be regarded as repaying her favor of asking the imperial doctor for me." ”

As soon as the war was mentioned, Iris Luo's hand with a pen and paper stiffened, she walked to the table with an unnatural expression, handed the pen and paper to Feng Qingxuan, and after grinding the ink, she asked softly: "Master, can the concubine tell you about the son?" ”

Feng Qingxuan didn't pay attention to Iris, she leaned on the table with one hand, frowning and considering the current war situation, she dipped in ink and drew the outline on the paper, after a long time, fine beads of sweat oozed from Feng Qingxuan's forehead, she moved her sore wrist, and started writing again but was stopped by Iris: "What does the master want to write for you, Iris, don't let the wound recur, but it's not worth it." ”

Feng Qingxuan knew her physical condition, and she didn't stop Iris from taking the pen and paper, she didn't say anything as an answer, watching Iris relay a piece of paper, she began to think about the current situation at the border.

She paced left and right, muttering to herself: "Ling Xiao They are being attacked on all sides at the moment, and all exits are blocked by the Turks, and there is probably not much grain and grass left in the city now, the Turkic troops are hundreds of thousands, and Dayuan only has tens of thousands, so they must not be able to fight hard." ”

The voice fell, and Feng Qingxuan settled down: "You write like this, the reason why the Turks dare to besiege Dayuan is because they are sure that there will be no large army to rescue in a short period of time, but if you resist it with the current strength, it is completely like hitting a stone with an egg, so what you have to do now is to bluff and make the Turks think that the army of the court has arrived." ”

Iris wrote according to it, Feng Qingxuan carefully thought about it in his heart, indeed, with these forces and the Turks, they must not be able to hold on, and the bluff trick can be the flowering plan among the thirty-six strategies, so that the enemy can not figure out the truth and disturb their military spirit.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qingxuan said: "When we arrive at the border, the marching team will continue to lengthen, make a big noise, hang flags everywhere during the day, and continue to beat drums at night, and then let the emperor seek the help of the princess and Qin, saying that the Turks are mixed with the fine works of other countries, so Rao is the Turks are bent on entering the Central Plains, and they will definitely not joke with their hundreds of thousands of troops, plus the Turks are worried about the interior, he will definitely not keep an eye on the border anymore." ”

Feng Qingxuan thought about it, and there was only such a strategy left at the moment, Iris wrote the paper and handed it to Feng Qingxuan, Feng Qingxuan looked at it repeatedly, there was no problem, so she asked Iris to clean it up.

Iris cleaned up the table, brought a bowl of soothing soup and put it in Feng Qingxuan's hand: "The master is already ugly, let's rest quickly." ”

Feng Qingxuan glanced at the dark night outside the window, drank two sips of the soothing soup in her hand, and gave the bowl to Iris, her eyes were slightly dry, she slowly lay down, closed her eyes, and let Iris blow out the candle lamp and drop the veil.