Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 140: Stringing Drama

"If the Mo family doesn't have a second Mo Yu, then it should be me."

Qin Shi Moyu nodded slightly and let go of Honglian's slender arm, but did not withdraw his hand completely. Instead, he gently placed his palm on her shoulder.

Honglian frowned and subconsciously tried to shake off the hand.

She was the daughter of the King of Han, so how could anyone touch her so casually? But the warmth on her shoulder inexplicably eased her mood, and the rage that had been surging was quietly calmed by an invisible wave.

Honglian shook her head, trying to dispel the strange feeling, but ultimately failed to break free. She let the hand hold her, her eyes flickering mistily.

"Since Her Royal Highness the Princess has come to the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce, you may as well come in and have a chat." Qin Shi Moyu said with a chuckle.

"Okay, this princess wants to see what's so great about your Guiyi Chamber of Commerce!" Honglian snorted coldly, and strode towards the door with her head held high and chest puffed out. Her peach-pink long skirt swayed lightly with every step.

Although he was harsh in his words, his steps inadvertently followed Qin Shimoyu's lead, as if he was being gently pulled by an invisible thread.

Yan Lingji leaned against the door, raised her eyebrows and glanced at Qin Shi Moyu, a hint of teasing flashed in her eyes.

She is an expert in using seductive techniques, so how could she not see that something was wrong with Honglian's current condition?

"Tsk, another poor girl is going to be eaten up by the unscrupulous master." Yan Lingji shook her head and sighed, but her eyes were flashing with a gleam of watching a show, and she looked like a person who was enjoying herself.

Although she really wanted to go over and enjoy the fun up close, she wisely stayed away to avoid becoming part of the fun.

On the other side, Qin Shimoyu led Honglian through the front hall and into the backyard of Guiyi Chamber of Commerce.

If she were to awaken through the normal process, his erotic drama would be like this, comparable to the hypnosis in pornographic novels, brainwashing her little by little without anyone noticing, turning her into a puppet in his hands.

However, Qin Shi Moyu was very clear about himself. If he took the normal route of understanding his own heart, he would probably never be able to awaken his abilities until his death.

In his eyes, an ability that cannot be awakened is no different from having no ability at all.

After Honglian's emotions stabilized, Qin Shi Moyu moved his hands away from her body. Using his abilities before opening up the Sea of ​​Consciousness Palace was quite exhausting for him.

Honglian didn't notice his strangeness. She just glanced at his shoulder, feeling the lingering warmth gradually dissipating. She felt a strange sense of reluctance in her heart. She frowned and spoke for no reason: "Why don't you ask me why I came to you?"

"Your Highness Princess will say whatever she wants to say. Even if there is nothing important, as long as Your Highness Princess is willing to come, my Guiyi Chamber of Commerce will always welcome you." Qin Shimoyu walked side by side with her, chuckled when he heard her words, and his attitude was close but not excessive.

For now, it is enough to leave her with a vague but deep impression.

If the timing is wrong and you do too much, you will reveal your intentions too early.

He did not take Honglian to the formal reception room, but led her into an inconspicuous study in the backyard.

Pushing open the wooden door, a faint scent of bamboo ink hits you in the face.

The study is very spacious, but it is filled with various mechanical devices and does not appear empty.

Honglian had sneaked out because life in the palace was too boring. As soon as she stepped into the study, her tired eyes instantly lit up.

Looking around, the peach pink skirt brushed the ground gently as she turned, like a blooming peach blossom quietly blooming in silence.

Qin Shi Moyu stood at the door, with his hands behind his back, letting her wander around the study.

At this moment, he could already see that Princess Honglian had nothing to do with her visit and was just looking for fun out of boredom.

Just when he was thinking about whether he could gain some benefits from Princess Honglian during this period of time, he caught a glimpse of her walking around and then climbing up excitedly to take the long sword leaning on the wooden rack.

Qin Shi Moyu raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not stop him.

"This sword is interesting, much better than those fancy ones in the palace." Honglian tilted his head and muttered.

He stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, and just as his slender wrist exerted force, he felt a heavy force pressing down, which was completely different from the light and graceful sword dances in the palace.

She frowned, and a stubborn spirit of not giving up surged in her heart. She gritted her teeth, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and forcibly took the sword down from the shelf.

The moment the sword left the frame, the weight suddenly got out of control. She stumbled, and the sword, which was more than one meter long, spun downward with her hand as the axis, and the sword edge drew a cold arc of light.

"what!"

The tip of the sword slammed into the wooden frame, its weight and sharpness alone unimpeded, carving a deep gash. Seeing the gleaming, cold sword about to strike her leg, even feeling the chill of the wind as it passed, Honglian paled with fear, cried out in shock, and squeezed her eyes shut.

Just when she thought she was about to be struck by the sharp sword, a familiar warmth suddenly spread from her waist. A large hand firmly wrapped around her slender waist, supporting her shaky body, while another hand quickly covered her hands, firmly grasping the hilt of the sword.

The sword stopped just an inch away from her leg, with the tip of the sword hanging in the air, making a low clanging sound.

Honglian felt a tightness around her waist, and a deep, muffled breath mingled with the hot, iron-like scent of Qin Shi Moyu. Her heart skipped a beat, and she slowly opened her tightly closed eyes to see the face so close to her.

"Your Highness the Princess likes sword dancing?"

Qin Shi Moyu's voice was steady and magnetic. His sturdy body leaned down slightly, his broad chest almost touching her back, enveloping her completely.

Honglian's cheeks flushed and her ears quickly turned a light red. She subconsciously tried to break free from the hand around her waist, but found that her legs were weak and she couldn't exert any strength at all.

A faint glint flashed in Qin Shi Moyu's eyes. Before Honglian could respond, invisible puppet strings silently seeped into her mind. They didn't alter her perception, merely allowing her to more precisely control her movements. Honglian held her breath, wanting to speak, but her body seemed to defy her will. Following the force of Qin Shi Moyu's palm, she slowly formed a starting stance. The sword hovered steadily in her hand, and the heaviness miraculously became manageable.

"What on earth does this guy want to do?"

Before she could even think, Qin Shi Moyu had already begun to dance with her. His hand tightened slightly on her waist, his palm resting against the small of her back as he gently swayed her sideways. With his other hand, he grasped her wrist, guiding the longsword in a fierce horizontal slash.

The sword wind whistled past, brushing against her skirt and bringing a chill.

Honglian's eyes widened as she felt the vibrations from his chest. The power seeped into her spine through the close distance, making her entire body feel hot. She tried to break free, but found herself unable to move at all. The invisible pull made her follow his rhythm involuntarily.

"Are you teaching me swordsmanship?"

Honglian clenched her teeth, the breath sprayed on the side of her neck burned her ears red, and an inexplicable sense of shame and anger surged in her heart.

But Honglian could not ignore the touch of that hand on her waist. He pressed her waist lightly with his fingertips and swung the sword again, this time with an oblique stab. The tip of the sword cut through the air, and a hint of murderous aura was faintly revealed.

Honglian's mind was in a mess, but her body seemed to be completely controlled by Qin Shi Moyu. Following his guidance, she danced with each move. Qin Shi Moyu's palm tightened and loosened on the back of his hand, and the hand at his waist guided her body to exert force.

After performing a set of sword techniques, which lasted for dozens of moves, the sword tip drew a last cold light in the air and stopped steadily.

It was almost evening, and the side courtyard of King Han's palace was shrouded in dim twilight.

The evening breeze blew the dead leaves across the bluestone ground, making a rustling sound.

Princess Honglian stood alone in the center of the courtyard, holding the long sword she brought back from the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce. The sword body was gray and the edge of the blade was shining with a cold light.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and every detail of the sword technique emerged in his mind.

Obviously, she didn't take any real note at that time, as her mind was in a mess because that guy was so close to her. But at this moment, those movements were as clear as if they were branded into her bones, and the lingering feeling of Qin Shi Moyu's hot touch was unforgettable.

He raised his wrist and slowly swung the long sword into a starting position. The sword felt heavy in Honglian's palm, but it was no longer difficult to control.

He tried to swing the sword, and the tip of the sword drew a sharp arc, and a low whistle was heard in the air.

At that moment, Honglian seemed to feel Qin Shi Moyu's big hand around her waist again, his fingertips pressed against her waist through her thin skirt, warm like a branding iron, with the touch of her sideways force.

My cheeks felt hot, my ears quickly turned red, and my heartbeat accelerated.

Honglian could even recall his deep breath spraying on the side of her neck, burning half of her body and numbing it. She bit her lip, but her hand didn't stop moving. The sword moved like flowing water, slashing out horizontally, fierce and swift.

"What's going on?" Honglian frowned and muttered to herself.

She clearly didn't put her heart into learning, but she could still remember in her mind how he held her wrist, his rough palm sometimes tightening and sometimes stroking the back of her hand, teaching her how to distribute every bit of strength.

He swung the sword again, a diagonal stab, the tip of the sword cut through the twilight, bringing up a cool breeze.

Recalling the time when Qin Shi Moyu leaned over to her, the iron smell mixed with sweat hit her face, so strong that it made her dizzy. Qin Shi Moyu gently squeezed her waist with his hand and whispered in her ear, "Keep your waist steady." That voice penetrated into Honglian's heart like a spell.

Her heartbeat quickened as the sword edge stopped in mid-air, hanging there without shaking, a stark contrast to the light and flamboyant dance moves she had made before.

Honglian gasped, looked down at the sword, shock flashed in his eyes.

This sword technique is sharp and practical, and every move is full of murderous intent. It is completely different from court sword dancing.

She tried to dance again, her movements becoming more skillful, the sword whistling, and the momentum of a battlefield.

Complex emotions welled up in her heart: shame and annoyance at the oppressive feeling of him pressing against her, the numbness of his fingertips brushing against her waist, and the moment when his close breath made her legs go weak.

She was also surprised that she remembered the sword technique so clearly that she could even remember every touch of his palm on the back of her hand.

Honglian held the long sword horizontally, his fingers slashing across the unpolished blade, muttering, "How on earth did this guy do it..."

There was confusion in her eyes. Even now, when she closed her eyes, the scene that made her blush and feel angry still appeared in Honglian's mind.

Thread-pulling play - hint of memories!
There was no modification made to her consciousness, except that she could not help but keep replaying this memory in her mind, and the rest was left to her to imagine.

After a good sleep, her mental injuries will heal and this suggestion will disappear quietly.

Even Han Fei, who was very observant, could only have some suspicions in his mind, but he could not detect any clues.

Beside the forging furnace, Qin Shi Moyu stared quietly at the dancing flames in the furnace.

Forcibly modifying people's consciousness is a thankless task and is only the crudest use of hypnosis.

If a movie inserts a Coke advertisement into every 24 frames, it can greatly increase the possibility of viewers buying Coke.

A single accelerated heartbeat caused by the suspension bridge effect can make a person mistakenly think that he is in love.

The consciousness of most people is actually quite easy to manipulate. You just need to gently push it in the right direction at the right time to create a magnificent scene like a snowball rolling down from a snow peak to form an avalanche.

This doesn't even require modifying conscious thinking, just 'helping' her to specify a direction is enough.

(End of this chapter)