"Your Majesty, the Second Prince has had a high fever since yesterday, and it has become very serious today. Consort Yun is at her wits' end and has fainted twice in her anxiety. Your Majesty, please go and take a look!" The eunuch spoke urgently, his anxious tone suggesting that the Second Prince might pass away at any moment.
The second prince's name was Xianlong, and he had always been Xianrang's most beloved child. This was evident from the fact that there was a character in the child's name that sounded like "dragon." Without thinking too much, Xianrang left without saying a word.
Ma Yuan immediately followed behind him.
It is evident that no matter how much care Xian Rang showed Xian Mo, Xian Long's position in his heart remained unshakable.
Feng Guang casually remarked, "Why don't you call the imperial physician when your son is sick? What's the use of coming to see the old emperor?"
"The Second Prince is ill, and Consort Yun is not in a hurry to find the imperial physician, but instead rushes to find His Majesty. How interesting." Zou He stroked his chin with his finger, smiling seductively.
Feng Guang was startled and didn't dare to make a sound for a long time.
Xianmo calmly looked at Zou He and said expressionlessly, "Grand Preceptor, it's very windy, be careful not to catch a cold."
Wearing loose-fitting clothes with a wide-open neckline that revealed most of his chest, Zou He paused for a moment, then smiled even more brightly, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. My health has always been very good."
Lan Zhao chuckled but remained silent.
"General Lan, it seems you agree with me." Zou He winked at him, exuding charm.
Lan Zhao ignored him and looked at Xian Mo, his cold expression softening considerably. "Your Highness, martial arts training is a very arduous thing, but if it is for the purpose of fighting on the battlefield, then you must learn martial arts so that you can protect yourself and your generals."
Feng Guang added cheerfully in Xian Mo's ear, "Not only that, it can also improve your health."
Xianmo's brows relaxed, and he slowly said, "I will study hard."
"Then let's start tomorrow. Every day at 5 a.m., the First Prince will come to the martial arts arena. Here, I will first teach you some basic skills. Can you do that?"
"Wait... 5 AM is too early!" Feng Guang exclaimed. "It's not even dawn yet at that time!"
The hour of Mao (卯时) is five in the morning.
Xianmo is still a child, and he needs enough rest to grow.
The twelve-year-old boy didn't look at the scenery; he firmly stated, "I can do it."
Even if Fengguang had any objections, there wasn't much more he could say.
The reason why Lan Zhao taught Xian Mo martial arts was simply because of the prophecy that Zou He had mentioned: Xian Mo would become the God of War of this country. As a God of War, how could he not know martial arts?
However, Xianrang did not intend to let Xianmo study politics, because the teacher he found for Xianmo was just an ordinary teacher who taught reading and writing, and he even found him from the common people. His intentions were too obvious.
Xianmo is just a soldier who protects the country. In Xianrang's heart, he has not obtained the ticket to the Eastern Palace. In fact, it can be said that Xianmo is not qualified to get close to the Eastern Palace.
Feng Guang understood perfectly well that she pitied Xian Mo, so she didn't say much to him. But in the next few days, she watched the child get up before dawn every day and fall asleep as soon as he returned to Yihe Palace. The only thing she could do for him was probably to chase away the noisy cicadas and insects in the grass while he slept.
Ordinary people can't see her, but it's different for these animals.
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