Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

After Xian Mo stayed steadily in Yihe Palace for a while, Xian Rang's personal **** Ma Yuan once again came to Yihe Palace and asked Xian Mo to go to the martial arts field.

When Feng Guang heard the three words in the martial arts field, he said nervously: "He won't want to fight with you?"

Xian Mo appeared to be much more calm. He put on a set of neat clothes, "I'll know when I go."

In the martial arts arena, there is not only Xianren alone, but beside Xianren is a handsome young man in purple dress, and a blue man with sword eyebrows and stars.

Xianmo walked over and saluted respectfully, "The son-in-chief visits his father."

"You don't need to be polite, come here, let the national teacher and General Lan meet." Xianren waved, looking amiable, Xianmo walked a few steps closer, Xianren let this introduce the man in purple, "This is the country. Master Zou He Zou."

Xian Mo bowed and saluted again, "Guo Shi."

"The big prince doesn't need to be polite." Zou He smiled with peachy eyes, and easily hooked the soul of a person. When he looked at Xianmo, his eyes stayed in an empty place for a second.

The scenery was immediately stressed, and she followed Xian Mo. She didn’t even dare to float. She only stared at the national teacher nervously, but after the first glance, he never looked at the national teacher again. Many eyes are placed on other people.

And the look at him just now seemed to be just her illusion.

Xianrang had already introduced another man at this time, "This is Lan Zhao, General Lan."

Xian Mo bowed his head, "General Lan."

Lan Zhao suddenly reached out and put his hand on Xian Mo's shoulder. After a while, he nodded and said to Xian Rang, "The prince has excellent martial arts, and he is a good martial artist."

"That's natural." There was an enchanting smile on the corner of Zou He's mouth, "I have never made a mistake."

"Okay, okay, okay." Xianrang said three good words in a row, and Long Xin said to Xianmo with joy: "Moer, listen up, from now on, General Lan will be your master, he I will teach you martial arts, but you have to study hard."

"Yes." Xian Mo looked at Lan Zhao, bowed slightly, bowed a big bow, and cried out, "Master."

Lan Zhao said hurriedly: "The prince master dare not be a minister. The minister is only responsible for teaching the prince martial arts, which is nothing."

"Where did General Lan come from?" Xian Rang disagreed. "Since you teach Moer martial arts, you are no different from the gentleman who taught him how to call it. How can you not be able to afford a master?"

Zou He smiled and said: "Your Majesty, you don't know, our general is a stubborn temper. It's not the first day."

Lan Zhao glanced at Zou He, who was like a dung stick, and ignored him.

Zou He added again, "Still a dull gourd temperament."

Xian Rang smiled, "Well, the general can't speak, so the national teacher should stop teasing him."

At this moment, an **** suddenly ran over and shouted: "Your Majesty!"

Xianren frowned and said, "What are you yelling for? Have you forgotten the rules?"

"My Majesty, please forgive me!" The **** knelt down quickly, "The slave really has something urgent to report."

"Oh?" Zou Hebie smiled meaningfully: "Isn't this the **** in the palace of Concubine Yun?"

Xian's expression immediately became a little ugly. Since meeting Xianmo, he has been neglecting Concubine Yun during this period of time, and did not go to her palace. Concubine Yun was quiet for a while, but he saw this little **** like that. In a hurry, he still asked: "What happened?"