Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

"Back to your majesty, the second prince has had a high fever since yesterday, and it is already very serious today. Concubine Yun is helpless and fainted twice in a hurry. Your Majesty, please go take a look!" The little **** said. Anxious, listening in this anxious tone, as if the two princes who did not pay attention were about to drive Hexi.

The second prince’s name is Xianlong. He has always been Xianrong’s most beloved child. You can tell from this child’s name that has a word that sounds the same as dragon. You can’t even think about it, Xianren didn’t have time to say a word. Strode away.

Ma Yuan immediately followed behind him.

It can be seen that no matter how much Xian Rang shows different care for Xian Mo, in his heart, Xian Long's status is still difficult to shake.

The scenery murmured, "Would my son not find an imperial doctor if he is sick? What's the use of running over to find the old emperor?"

"The second prince is sick. Concubine Yun is not in a hurry to find the imperial doctor, but hurried to find her majesty. This is really interesting." Zou He touched his chin with his fingers and smiled coquettishly.

The scenery was startled, and I didn't dare to make a sound for a long time.

Xianmo looked at Zou He calmly, and said blankly: "Guo Teacher, the wind is very strong, be careful of catching cold."

Zou He, who was wearing loose clothes with a wide open neckline, showed half of his chest, and then smiled more brilliantly, "I'm troubled by the big prince, I have always been in good health."

Lan Zhao sneered, without speaking.

"General Lan, it seems that you agree with me too." Zou He cast a wink at him, with all kinds of amorous feelings.

Lan Zhao ignored him. He looked at Xian Mo with a cold expression that eased a lot. "The prince, martial arts is a very hard work, but if it is to go to battle to kill the enemy, then you must practice martial arts. If you protect yourself, you can also protect your generals."

The scenery happily added to Xianmo's ear, "Not only that, but it can also strengthen the body."

Xian Mo eased his eyebrows and said slowly: "I will study hard."

"Then we will start from tomorrow. Every day, the prince will come to the martial arts field. Here, I will teach you some basic skills first. Can you do it?"

"Wait... It's too early in Mao!" the scenery yelled, "Is it still dark at that time?"

It was five o'clock in the morning at Mao.

Xian Mo is still a child, and he needs enough rest time and long body.

The twelve-year-old boy did not look at the scenery, he said firmly: "I can do it."

Even if the scenery had any opinions, there was nothing more to say.

Xian Rang asked Lan Zhao to teach Xian Mo to practice martial arts. The reason was that or the prediction that Zou He said that Xian Mo would be the **** of war in this country. As a **** of war, how could he not know how to martial arts?

However, Xian Rang did not intend to let Xian Mo study political affairs, because the only teachers he found for Xian Mo were ordinary teachers who taught reading and writing, or from the people. His intentions were too obvious.

Xian Mo will only be a soldier who protects the country. In Xian Rang's heart, he did not get the ticket to the East Palace. It can even be said that Xian Mo does not have the qualifications to approach the East Palace.

Scenery knew very well that she was sorry for Xianmo, so she wouldn't talk to him much, but for the next few days, she watched the child every day before getting up before dawn, and every day when she returned to Yihe Palace, she was tired. He fell asleep, and the only thing she could do for him was probably only when he was asleep, chasing away the noises and the bugs in the grass.

Ordinary people can't see her, but these animals are different.