Chapter 573

After all, Tingxuan Tower is a place for business. Although there are swords in the private rooms, the swords here are not sharp.

The moment Zhihua took the sword off the wall and unsheathed it, Chen Mo saw the red number on her forehead changed from "111" to "111+21."

It can be seen from this that Zhihua's statement about the clumsy sword dancing must be lying.

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

"Have you started acting yet?" Chen Mo whispered.

However, although Zhihua's sword dance is not good, the music she sings is very nice.

Dance with a sword and sing a line.

This song is "sad", every word is sad and indignant, there is no technique, it is all emotion.

The song ends.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but Zhihua's feet suddenly staggered and he fell towards the ground.

Chen Mo naturally saw it, and if he had taken action, he would have definitely been able to hold her before she fell to the ground, but he was indifferent and watched Zhihua fall to the ground, letting out a low cry of pain. :"hiss"

At this time, Chen Mocai pretended to be affectionate and stepped forward to help him, and said: "Miss Zhihua, are you okay?"

Chen Mo helped Zhi Hua sit down next to the tea table. He was about to say that it was okay, but the next moment he took a breath of cold air. There was a touch of pain between his eyebrows, and he blushed and said: "My foot may be sprained, it hurts so much." ”

"Let me see."

After saying that, he went to grab Zhihua's little feet.

This made Zhi Hua shrink back his feet in fright, and then he was afraid that Chen Mo would misunderstand, so he quickly explained: "I won't bother Duke An Guo anymore."

"It's okay." After saying that, he grabbed Zhihuawei's feet and put them on his lap.

Zhihua twitched for a moment, but didn't pull back. He blushed and said, "I just sweated. It's dirty."

But Chen Mo had already taken off the embroidered shoes on Zhihua's feet, and then took off his socks.

As the courtesan of a brothel, Zhihua is outstanding in all aspects. Her little feet are beautiful, petite and exquisite, her toes are as white as pearls, the skin on the soles of her feet is as delicate as silk, and the lines on her insteps are extremely smooth, but that should have been intoxicating. The ankle was red and swollen at the moment.

"It's really weird." Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, thinking that the other party was really hardworking.

"Sure enough, it's a sprain, but it's probably a slight sprain. It's not a big problem. If you apply heat, it'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Chen Mo let go of Zhi Hua's little feet.

Zhi Hua blushed and said, then she should have put on her stockings and embroidered shoes shyly, but she suddenly said: "I heard that if you have sprained feet, you can also massage it to relieve it. Can you please Anguo Gong help me massage it?" Let’s get a massage.”

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

Chen Mo was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect the other party to take the initiative.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly: "Okay."

Then, Chen Mo took Zhihua's injured jade foot in his hand and started massaging it gently.

Zhihua's whole body trembled. The little toes held by Chen Mo in his hand instinctively tightened. His legs rubbed together subconsciously, and he let out a bewitching grunt.

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

"It's okay." As he spoke, Zhihua let out another "woo" sound.

Her voice was already very nice, gentle and tender, but now in such an environment, it was even more lethal a hundred times.

But Chen Mo was unmoved.

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

"Ah, thank you Mr. An Guo." A hint of surprise flashed in Zhihua's eyes, and then deep disappointment emerged in his heart.

"Put them on quickly." Chen Mo handed her the socks and embroidered shoes.

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

Chen Mo looked at her doubtfully.

She took out a pink handkerchief from her armhole, wetted it with tea, and wiped Chen Mo's hands.

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

Chen Mo: "..."

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

I don't play anymore.

It has to be said that he was successfully provoked by Zhihua.

And it's still very strong.

Normally, he would have pulled Zhihua into his arms and pinned her down.

But at this moment, he was really worried that the other party was hiding poison, so he could only suppress it forcefully. 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 not, For other things, I’ll take my leave.”

Zhihua: "..."

At this moment, she doubted whether the rumors were true or false.

Didn't you say that An Guogong was lecherous? But even though he was like that, he could still hold it back.

Although she just said that she was in the shape of Pu Liu, she was speaking modestly. She was still very confident about her appearance and figure.

Seeing that Chen Mo was about to leave, she said, "Mr. An Guo, you haven't eaten yet."

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

Seeing this, Zhi Hua bit his lower lip, endured the pain in his 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 restrained itself again.

"Is there anything else?" Chen Mo glanced back at her.

But at this time, Zhihua suddenly let go of him, knelt down with a plop, his eyes turned red, and he said with tears: "I beg An Guogong to save the slave's brother."

"???"

Chen Mo turned around with a confused look on his face.

"What do you mean?" Chen Mo said.

"Actually, my name is not Zhihua, but Huaying. I am a spy trained by the King of Huai since I was a child. When I was thirteen years old, I was secretly sent to Yangzhou by the King of Huai to become his hidden man and the spy of the Xiao family. My younger brother came with me. I am not an ordinary person, but a seventh-grade warrior. This time, I received an order from the King of 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.

"I heard from my superior that this is a kind of poison that the King of Huai got from the Western Regions. It is colorless and tasteless. Even if it is a top-grade warrior, if he accidentally takes it, once the drug takes effect, it will corrode the tendons and veins, making people weak in their hands and feet, unable to mobilize the innate spiritual energy in their bodies. At that time, even an ordinary person can kill the other party." Zhihua 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, but this poison still made him feel scared.

"I didn't poison the tea." Zhi Hua said.

"Why didn't you do it? I gave you a chance just now? In addition, why did you suddenly tell me all this? Did you come to your senses or plan to betray King Huai? And what about your brother?" Chen Mo asked several questions in a row.