Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law.

Chapter 573

Tingxuan Tower is a place for business after all. Although there are swords in the private rooms, they are not sharpened.

When Zhihua took the sword from the wall and drew it out of its sheath, Chen Mo saw the red number on her forehead change from "111" to "111+21."

From this, it can be seen that Zhihua was definitely lying when she said that her sword dancing was clumsy.

However, Zhihua's subsequent sword dance performance was just as she said, clumsy and ugly.

"Are you acting now?" Chen Mo whispered.

Although Zhihua's sword dance was not good, the music she sang was very beautiful.

Dance with a sword, sing a line.

This song is "sad", every word is sorrowful and indignant, there is no technique, just emotion.

The song ends.

Not sure if it was intentional or not, but Zhihua's foot suddenly twisted and she fell to the ground.

Chen Mo naturally saw it, and if he had taken action, he would have definitely caught her before she fell to the ground, but he remained indifferent and watched Zhi Hua fall to the ground, letting out a low cry of pain: "Hiss"

At this time, Chen Mo pretended to come forward to help her and said, "Miss Zhihua, are you okay?"

Chen Mo helped Zhi Hua sit down beside the tea table. He was about to say that it was okay, but the next moment he took a breath of cold air, with a hint of pain between his brows, and blushed as he said, "I may have sprained my foot. It hurts."

"Let me see."

After saying that, he was about to grab Zhihua's feet.

This frightened Zhihua so much that she retracted her foot. Then, fearing that Chen Mo might misunderstand her, she quickly explained, "No need to bother Duke Anguo."

"It's okay." After saying that, he grabbed Zhihuawei's foot and placed it on his leg.

Zhihua pulled away, but didn't pull it back. She blushed and said, "I just sweated. It's dirty."

But Chen Mo had already taken off Zhihua's embroidered shoes, and then took off her silk stockings.

As the most beautiful courtesan in the brothel, Zhihua was outstanding in every aspect. Her feet were beautiful, petite and delicate, her toes were as white as pearls, the skin on the soles of her feet was as delicate as silk, and the lines of her instep were extremely smooth. However, her ankles, which should have been so charming, were now red and swollen.

"It's really sprained." Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, thinking that the other party was really trying hard.

"It's true that I sprained my ankle, but it should be a minor sprain. It's not a big problem. Just apply hot compresses and rest for a few days and it will be fine."

Chen Mo let go of Zhihua's little feet.

Zhi Hua blushed and said "oh". She should have shyly put on her stockings and embroidered shoes, but she suddenly said, "I heard that if you sprain your ankle, you can also massage it to relieve the pain. Can you trouble Lord Anguo to give me a massage?"

Zhihua said the word "massage" in a very soft voice, almost inaudible.

Chen Mo was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to attack him.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly: "Okay."

Then, Chen Mo held Zhihua's injured feet in his palm and massaged them gently.

Zhihua shuddered all over, and the toes of her little feet, which were held in Chen Mo's palm, instinctively clenched together. Her legs also rubbed against each other subconsciously, and she let out a seductive moan.

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Not bad." As she spoke, Zhihua let out another "woo" sound.

Her voice was pleasant to the ear, gentle and tender, and in this environment, it was a hundred times more lethal.

But Chen Mo remained unmoved.

Half a minute later, Chen Mo let go of her little feet: "Okay."

"Ah, thank you, Lord Anguo." Zhihua's eyes flashed with surprise, and then deep disappointment rose in her heart. "Put them on quickly." Chen Mo handed her the silk stockings and embroidered shoes.

Zhihua nodded, took it, and suddenly thought of something. She grabbed Chen Mo's hand before he could take it back.

Chen Mo looked at her in confusion.

She took out a pink handkerchief from her sleeve, wet it with tea, and started to wipe Chen Mo's hands.

Soon, Zhihua let go of Chen Mo's hand and chuckled, "Okay, it won't be dirty now."

Chen Mo: "..."

Okay, okay, let’s play like this, right?

I stopped playing.

It has to be said that Zhihua successfully provoked him.

And it’s still thriving.

If it were any other time, he would definitely pull Zhihua into his arms and press her under him.

But at this moment, he was really worried that the other party was hiding drugs, so he could only suppress it by force. Then he took a deep breath, stood up and said, "Okay, I have received your thanks. It's just a small matter. You don't have to worry about it. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."

Zhihua: “…”

At this moment, she began to doubt the truth of the rumor.

Isn't it said that Duke Anguo is lustful? But even though I was like that, he could still hold back.

Although she just said that she was a weak and frail woman, that was just a humble statement. She was still very confident about her appearance and figure.

Seeing that Chen Mo was about to leave, she said, "Duke Anguo, you haven't eaten yet."

"No, I'm not hungry yet." He didn't want to eat now, he just wanted to go back and "eat people".

Seeing this, Zhihua bit her lower lip, endured the pain in her feet, and suddenly stood up and hugged Chen Mo's waist from behind.

The innate spiritual energy that was about to surge out of Chen Mo's body was restrained again.

"Anything else?" Chen Mo turned around and glanced at her.

But at this moment, Zhihua suddenly let go of him, fell to her knees with a plop, her eyes red, and she shed tears, "Please, Lord Anguo, save my brother."

"???"

Chen Mo turned around, looking confused.

"What do you mean?" Chen Mo said.

"Actually, my name is not Zhihua, but Huaying. I am a spy trained by Prince Huai since I was a child. When I was thirteen years old, I was secretly sent to Yangzhou by Prince Huai to become his hidden man and the eyes and ears that monitor the Xiao family. My younger brother also came with me. I am not an ordinary person either, but a seventh-rank warrior. This time, I received an order from Prince Huai to lure you, the Duke of Anguo, and then use the Immortal Powder to assassinate you." Zhihua said with tears.

"Immortal Powder?" Chen Mo frowned.

"My superior said that this is a poison that King Huai got from the Western Regions. It is colorless and tasteless. Even if a top-grade warrior takes it accidentally, once the drug takes effect, it will corrode the tendons and veins, making the hand and feet weak and unable to mobilize the body's innate spiritual energy. Then, even an ordinary person can be killed." Zhi Hua said.

Hearing this, Chen Mo suddenly felt cold all over and asked, "What about the tea just now?"

Fortunately, he didn't drink it, but used his innate spiritual energy to evaporate the tea while drinking it. However, this poison still made him feel scared.

"I didn't poison the tea." Zhihua said.

"Why don't you get down? I gave you a chance just now. Also, why did you tell me all this suddenly? Have you come to your senses or are you planning to betray Prince Huai? Also, what's going on with your brother?" Chen Mo asked several questions in a row.

(End of this chapter)