In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Lunch ended in laughter and joy, and most of the delicacies and wine on the table had been enjoyed.

Li Zimo looked around, looking at this group of women who were either bright, beautiful, or gentle, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Ladies," he tapped the table lightly, attracting the women's attention, "I'm going to take you somewhere."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and a golden light flashed.

Fu Sixuan only felt a flash before her eyes, and the surrounding scene had changed drastically.

She was surprised to find herself standing in front of an immortal residence shrouded in clouds and mist. The four large characters "Yunyou Tianfu" on the door plaque exuded a mysterious Taoist rhythm.

"Is this... a magical treasure from the cave?"

Fu Sirui widened her beautiful eyes and stroked the doorpost in disbelief.

As a money-grubber and foodie, she had read a lot of strange stories and knew very well how precious a space magic weapon of this level was.

Su Xiaoyue looked around curiously, and suddenly saw a little girl in a pink gauze dress floating towards her.

The girl looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a dot of cinnabar between her eyebrows, her bare feet hanging in the air, and pure spiritual pressure emanating from her whole body.

"The master asked me to teach you sisters."

The little girl smiled sweetly,

"I am the spirit of Yunyou Tianfu, my name is Xiangxiang."

Shen Moyun and Lin Shuying looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

Being able to give birth to such an intelligent spirit, this magic weapon must be at least at the holy weapon level!

"Xiangxiang will teach you the martial arts emperor level skills,"

Li Zimo's voice came from all directions, but no one was seen.

"You guys practice here first. If you need anything, just tell Xiangxiang."

Fu Sixuan opened her red lips slightly: "Martial Emperor level? That's not the legendary..."

She was interrupted by Xiangxiang.

"The master said that all the sisters are her women, so naturally she must use the best."

Xiangxiang waved her hand, and five streams of light disappeared into the eyebrows of the girls.

"This is a set of exercises selected based on your physical conditions. Please follow me to the training room."

The five women suddenly felt that countless mysterious information had appeared in their minds, and they stood there in a daze for a moment.

Especially Lin Shuying, the "Nine-Turn Cold Jade Art" she obtained perfectly matched the spiritual roots in her body, and she could even feel that the dormant ice bloodline was cheering.

"Wait," Shen Moyun suddenly realized, "Why is Master Zimo gone?"

Xiangxiang covered her mouth and chuckled: "The master is out. He has taken Sister Ningshuang to the backyard. He said he has something important to discuss."

When these words came out, the women's expressions changed.

Fu Sirui bit her lower lip, a hint of sadness flashed in Su Xiaoyue's eyes, and Fu Sixuan raised her eyebrows - who doesn't know what "backyard meetings" mean?

......

On this side, Li Zimo came out of Yunyou Tianfu and was confronted with a scene that made his heart tighten.

Li Ningshuang leaned against the vermilion lacquer column, her face hidden by her delicate hands, her shoulders trembling.

Zhao Weiyang squatted beside the flowers, buried her face in her arms, and only suppressed sobs could be heard;

Zhang Yunshu was the most embarrassed, her makeup was all smudged by her tears. She was wiping it with her sleeves, but it became wetter and wetter.

The three women heard footsteps and looked up at the same time.

When she saw that it was Li Zimo, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she cried even harder.

Li Ningshuang even turned her back, her shoulders shaking violently.

“What’s going on?”

Li Zimo stepped forward quickly and hugged the three of them into his arms without saying a word.

Three soft bodies trembled in his arms, and tears quickly soaked his chest.

Zhao Weiyang raised her tearful eyes: "My husband just said he would take the other ladies with him, and now it's just the three of us left..."

Before he could finish his words, he choked up again.

"I see."

Li Zimo suddenly realized, and gently stroked the three tear-soaked faces with his fingertips.

"Silly girls, I just sent them to Yunyou Tianfu to practice. The reason I left you alone..."

He deliberately lowered his voice, "Because we haven't consummated our marriage yet."

These words were like a mantra to clear the heart, and the crying of the three women stopped abruptly.

Li Ningshuang's ears turned red instantly, while Zhao Weiyang and Zhang Yunshu lowered their heads at the same time, and even their necks turned pink.

"Could it be..."

Li Zimo maliciously leaned close to Li Ningshuang's ear, and his hot breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe.

"You three ladies don't want to be alone with your husbands?"

"Of course I do!"

The three of them spoke in unison, and only realized what they had said after they had finished speaking. They were so embarrassed that they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Li Zimo chuckled and twisted a strand of Zhao Weiyang's hair with his fingers:

"Then... who will go first?"

The courtyard was so quiet that you could hear the sound of petals falling to the ground.

The three girls were so embarrassed that they held their breath, and no one dared to speak first.

Li Ningshuang was twisting her belt, Zhao Weiyang was counting the embroidered flowers on her skirt, and Zhang Yunshu was almost burying his head in his chest.

"Since no one is saying anything, I'll choose for myself."

Li Zimo's eyes moved between the three people, and suddenly he picked up Li Ningshuang and carried her horizontally.

"Ah!" Li Ningshuang exclaimed and instinctively put her arms around his neck.

By the time he reacted, his whole body had turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

She secretly glanced at her two sisters and saw that although they looked envious, their eyes were full of blessings.

Li Zimo carried Li Ningshuang and strode towards the backyard. Before turning, he looked back and blinked:

"Weiyang, Yunshu, prepare the hangover soup."

The meaningful words made the two girls blush again.

When the two figures disappeared at the end of the path, Zhao Weiyang and Zhang Yunshu smiled at each other.

"Sister Weiyang..." Zhang Yunshu's voice was as light as a feather.

"Um?"

"How many servings of hangover soup should I prepare?"

This question made Zhao Weiyang burst out laughing.

She took Zhang Yunshu's hand and walked towards the kitchen:

"Just prepare some, anyway..." He suddenly blushed mid-sentence, "I don't know if I'll need it anyway."

When the two women cleared the table, their movements were much more brisk than usual.

Occasionally, their eyes would meet and they would smile at the same time.

The flamboyant flowers in the corner of the yard had blossomed at some point, making their smiles look especially charming.

......

In the bedroom in the backyard, Li Ningshuang was gently placed on the brocade quilt.

She was so nervous that her fingers were trembling, but she saw Li Zimo just sitting beside the bed and gently taking off her hairpins.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

Li Ningshuang shook her head, nodded, and finally whispered:

"As long as my husband is here, I have nothing to fear."

Li Zimo chuckled, his fingertips sliding down her hair: "My Ningshuang is so brave."

He moved very slowly, and every time he took off a hairpin, he would place a kiss on the exposed skin.

Jade hairpins, golden hairpins, pearl hairpins - taking away each piece of jewelry is like peeling off a layer of defense in your heart.

When the jade hairpin left her hair, his lips touched her temple;

When the golden hairpin was removed, the bridge of the nose brushed against the thin skin behind the ear;

By the time the pearl hairpin was pulled out, the tip of his tongue had already brushed across the throbbing blood vessels on the side of his neck.

"Husband..." Li Ningshuang's voice trembled, and her fingers on the quilt curled up and loosened.

When the last phoenix-head hairpin was removed, the waterfall of black hair covered the embroidered pillow.

Li Zimo picked up a wisp and sniffed it: "It's more fragrant than orchid musk."

The warm breath brushed against her hair, causing her shoulders to tremble slightly.

He took advantage of the situation and wrapped the strand of black hair between his fingers, pulling it gently, forcing her to look up.

Li Ningshuang closed her eyes in shame, and her eyelashes cast tiny shadows in the candlelight.

Li Zimo's thumb stroked her lower lip, which felt softer than the finest rouge.

When he leaned over, he brought with him a gust of pine wind. First, the tips of their noses touched, and then the corners of their lips touched lightly - as cautiously as if testing the water temperature.

"Open your eyes," he whispered. "Look at me."

As soon as Li Ningshuang opened her eyes, her lips were completely sealed.

This kiss carries the bitterness of spiritual tea and the sweetness of candied fruit, sometimes like a spring breeze blowing on willows, sometimes like a sudden rain hitting lotus leaves.

She didn't know when she was pressed on the mandarin duck pillow, nor when her belt had loosened. Her half-open middle revealed a pink bellyband with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water embroidered on it that rose and fell violently with her breathing.

"Don't be afraid." Li Zimo's kiss slid down her collarbone, and his fingertips picked up a thin rope. "Let's take it slow..."

The two koi carps embroidered on the screen happened to be playing with each other, and suddenly a spark of light burst out from the candlestick.

Li Ningshuang was in a trance and recalled what her nanny had said when she was young: the bursting of lamp flowers is a sign of good fortune, and the door is opened for you.

My thoughts suddenly went blank.

Li Zimo placed his palm on her lower back and injected spiritual energy into her. A warm current climbed along her spine and merged with the other cold energy in her body.

The thrill brought about by the confluence of spiritual power is far more bone-chilling than physical contact.

She couldn't help but arch her body, and the backs of her feet made a small sound when rubbing against the brocade quilt.

The red candles are burning brightly, and the gauze curtains are swaying gently.

The sun outside the window was half-hidden by the flowing clouds, shyly peeking at the spring scenery on earth.