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

“Go back.”

Xu Zhixia sighed and turned around.

The evening breeze suddenly brought a wisp of crisp pine scent.

Behind him, a young man in a moon-white robe stood holding a fan with a green bamboo painted in ink and wash.

The setting sun cast a golden edge on his shoulders, making his eyes and eyebrows look picturesque.

"Master Zimo!"

Shangguan Ningxiang blurted out, and the joy in her voice made the three women look at her sideways.

Li Zimo put away his folding fan and looked at him with a smile.

Only then did Xu Zhixia see his appearance clearly - beneath his sword-like brows were a pair of affectionate eyes, and the jade pendant on his waist swayed slightly with his steps. How could he look like a crude helper in an embroidery workshop?

It is clearly the bearing of a young master from an aristocratic family.

"Ningxiang,"

He stopped three steps away, his eyes sweeping across her red eyes.

"But what do you want to talk to me about?"

Shangguan Ningxiang's ears turned red instantly, her fingers unconsciously twisted the apricot belt, her lips trembled but she couldn't speak.

Xu Zhixia suddenly took a half step forward, her embroidered shoes rolling over a fallen leaf on the ground:

"Sir, now that you have taken Ningxiang's body, have you ever thought about taking responsibility?"

"Sister Xia!"

Shangguan Ningxiang hurriedly tried to pull her sleeve, but her wrist was grabbed instead.

She looked up in confusion and met Li Zimo's smiling eyes.

“Of course I have to take responsibility.”

He raised his hand to brush away the locust flowers that fell on Shangguan Ningxiang's hair, and his fingertips lingered on her earlobe for a moment.

"I've prepared some light wine at my humble abode. How about we eat and talk?"

Xu Zhixia's gaze lingered on the mutton-fat jade pendant on his waist for a moment, and she nodded slightly.

"it is good."

Passing through the moon-shaped door covered with wisteria, a jade table has been set up in the hall.

Ye Yuhan was walking over with a lunch box in her hand, but she stopped when she saw everyone.

She lowered her eyes and arranged the glass cups and jade plates of Tianxiang Tower one by one. When she placed the drunken shrimps, her fingertips trembled slightly and the shrimps almost slipped off.

"Sir, you have a guest. I will take my leave now."

She bowed and glanced at Shangguan Ningxiang with a complicated look of envy before leaving.

Li Zimo sat in the main seat and put Shangguan Ningxiang on his lap.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to bury her face in his clothes, but he lifted her chin with his fingertips and said, "Try this."

A piece of honey fire square was handed to her lips, and the amber syrup had an attractive sheen on her lips.

Xu Zhixia and the other two sat stiffly on their chairs.

Cheng Qianqian stared at the bird's nest bowl carved into a lotus shape in front of her and didn't dare to pick up her chopsticks - this bowl was probably worth half a month's expenses for them.

"You're welcome."

Li Zimo suddenly picked up a piece of crab meat and put it on Xu Zhixia's plate.

"Where has Miss Xu's aggressiveness gone?"

Xu Zhixia's ears warmed and he thanked her softly.

Ye Hanlu was secretly glancing at the Longjing shrimp on the crystal plate when she suddenly found her chopsticks full of matsutake mushrooms.

“Eat more, you’re too thin.”

Li Zimo's voice startled her so much that she almost knocked over her teacup.

After three rounds of drinks, Shangguan Ningxiang was leaning limply in Li Zimo's arms, letting him feed her rose dew.

Cheng Qianqian bravely asked, "Who is this young master?"

Li Zimo caught it and crushed it, his smile deepening:

"It doesn't matter who you are, because once you enter this door, you are all mine."

As he spoke, he suddenly put half a fermented rice dumpling in his mouth, lowered his head and put it into Shangguan Ningxiang's mouth, causing her to lightly hit his chest.

Li Zimo's words made the three of them blush.

Xu Zhixia looked at the intertwined belts of the two people, and suddenly felt the sweetness of the wine in the cup.

When Li Zimo used the same silver spoon to feed the three women iced almond tofu in turn, no one dodged.

The night wind, wrapped in the fragrance of flowers, blew into the hall, blowing away the last bit of strangeness.

As the alcohol got stronger, the silk belt around Shangguan Ningxiang's waist loosened at some point, and her apricot-colored silk shirt half-covered her snow-white shoulders.

Li Zimo's fingertips were dipped in rose dew and were drawing circles along her collarbone, causing the person in his arms to tremble slightly.

"Don't... the sisters are watching..."

She tried to hold her clothes tightly in embarrassment, but he grabbed her wrist.

Xu Zhixia hurriedly lowered her head, only to see the overlapping figures of the two reflected on the jade table.

Li Zimo was leaning over with a glass of wine in his mouth, slowly feeding the amber nectar into Shangguan Ningxiang's lips. A few drops slid down her chin and left a dark stain on her clothes.

"Young Master..." Cheng Qianqian blushed as soon as she spoke, and the ice-cracked teacup in her hand reflected the swaying candlelight in the inner hall.

There was a Xiangfei bamboo curtain hanging there, a corner of which was being lifted by the night wind.

Li Zimo suddenly picked up Shangguan Ningxiang horizontally, and her crimson skirt spread out like petals.

"Wait a moment." He chuckled at the three women. The girl in his arms had already buried her face in his neck, and her exposed earlobes were red as blood.

When the bamboo curtain fell, the silver chopsticks in Xu Zhixia's hand clanged against the edge of the plate.

There was a faint tinkling sound of bells and bracelets, mixed with a soft humming that sounded like crying and complaining.

Cheng Qianqian was staring blankly at the plate of crystal clear grapes on the table when she suddenly heard a crying voice of "Zi Mo" coming from the inner hall. She was so startled that she pierced the grape skin with her fingertips, and the juice stained her nails red.

Xu Zhixia suddenly stood up and pushed open the carved window, letting the night breeze flow in and fill the room with beauty.

The sound of drums could be heard in the distance, but it could not cover up the increasingly rapid breathing behind the bamboo curtain.

......

An hour later, the Xiang Fei bamboo curtain rang softly, and Li Zimo came out wearing a loose moon-white middle-length gown, with Shangguan Ningxiang's rouge still stained on his collar.

Xu Zhixia was taking a nap on a Huanghuali armchair when she suddenly felt her body lighten and she was picked up sideways.

"Master..." She hurriedly grabbed his shoulders, but felt a damp sweat on them. "I have something to tell you. The four of us have been spotted by the Divine Martial Guards' leader, Lin Batian. In three days, he'll come to cause trouble. I'm afraid..."

"Shh..." Li Zimo touched her lips with his fingertips, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Is he worthy of thinking about my woman? If he dares to come, he will lose his life."

The voice was so soft as if it was a love word, but the content was shocking.

Xu Zhixia suddenly smiled, and her pretty face with a blush was particularly bright under the candlelight.

She made the right bet; this man was indeed not an ordinary embroidery workshop helper.

Just as I was in a trance, my earlobe was suddenly wrapped in moisture and heat.

Li Zimo's canine teeth gently rubbed her most sensitive soft flesh, startling her so much that her toes curled up in her embroidered shoes.

“You come too.”

This soft call made Cheng Qianqian, who was sitting on the rose chair, tremble all over.

She glanced over and saw Li Zimo already carrying Xu Zhixia towards the corridor, the hem of his moon-white gown swaying like ripples with his steps.

Ye Hanlu was about to stand up while twisting her handkerchief when Cheng Qianqian suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The two girls looked at each other and saw the same shyness and expectation in each other's eyes.

The lantern in the distant wing suddenly lit up, casting a warm light on the bluestone slabs, like a guiding star.

As I passed through the corridor, the night wind brought the faint sound of water from the inner room - Shangguan Ningxiang was still sleeping in the bathtub.

The sound of Li Zimo kicking open the door of the side room startled the birds sleeping under the eaves, and the moonlight poured in instantly, illuminating the red gauze in the room.

Xu Zhixia was thrown into a pile of soft pillows, and her black hair was scattered when her golden hairpin slipped off.

She watched Li Zimo untie Cheng Qianqian's pearl waist chain with one hand, while stroking Ye Hanlu's trembling back with the other hand, and suddenly realized that no one could sleep tonight.

Outside the window, the morning star quietly climbed up the sky.

When the night watchman struck the fifth watch, the red candle in the side room finally burned out its last tear.