Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

Xian Rang only felt that the dilapidated scenery on this road displeased him. He also walked for a long time, but he did not encounter anything special. Just when he doubted whether the national teacher was wrong, a tree suddenly fell. When a red tassel came down, he paused for a while, did not order Ma Yuan, but picked it up by himself. At this moment, he heard a faint sound from the tree, and when he looked up, he saw a half-year-old child lying prone. The tree fell asleep, as if talking in a dream.

"Anyone who is on the battlefield first and confronts the enemy loses, and then he who is on the battlefield and fought for the war is toil, so those who are good at war will cause people but not people. Those who can make the enemy free will also benefit; those who can prevent the enemy from coming will harm it. Also, so the enemy can work, be full and hungry, and be able to move. Go out of the way, go to what he doesn't want. Those who travel thousands of miles without labor can walk in no one’s land...

"Well, this is... the art of war!?"

The sound of Xian Rang seemed to disturb the children on the tree. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub his eyes, but he forgot that he was still on the tree. An imbalance fell off the trunk. Xian Rang was a martial artist. Easily catch the child, only to find that the child is very kind.

The child struggled to get down immediately. After standing, he thanked him sincerely, "Thank you for saving me, but... my clothes are dirty, it seems to have soiled your clothes, sorry."

His clothes were tattered, and the arm exposed from the rolled up sleeves was still purple, and his figure was thin, and he was suffering from hardship.

There was such an oppression of children in the palace, even Ma Yuan couldn't bear it.

He said idly: "My child, what is your name?"

The rain stopped suddenly, and the sun that had been missing for three days finally came to work, letting the water drops on the leaves reflect the dazzling brilliance.

He bowed his head and said after a long while: "My name is Fengyan."

The scenery on the wall almost screamed out, she had told him that he had no name! In this way, more sympathy clubs are drawn, and this child has clearly agreed well, what's the matter! ?

Feng Yan raised his head, looked at the tassel in Xian Rang's hand, and touched his waist, nervously said, "This tassel is mine!"

Xian let a kind smile, "Tell me first, what is the paragraph you just read in your dream, and I will return it to you."

Feng Yan shook his head, "I don't know, I just had a dream, an old grandpa said to me in the dream."

"Well, is that so?" Xianren groaned, and then asked, "Then why are you sleeping on the tree?"

"I can't climb up, and I fell asleep by accident."

"Why are you climbing a tree?"

"I'm hungry, I want to dig out a bird's egg..." He unconsciously touched his shriveled belly, seemingly embarrassed.

"Where are your parents?"

"I heard A Wan said that my mother died in a jail, and my father is the emperor, but A Wan has always called me a bastard, and they don't give me food. I think I am a fatherless person."

Ma Yuan said in a frightened voice: "Your Ma..."

"Shut up!" Xianjian shouted. He probably has guessed the identity of this son. He still remembers the Qing concubine's affairs deeply. For this bloodline with royal blood, he just ordered it to be handled by Concubine Yun, and then left it alone. I didn’t ask, but I didn’t realize that he fell into such a situation. In any case, he is his own child and the prince. Don't make him angry!