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

At three quarters past noon, the carved door creaked open.

Li Zimo walked out slowly holding Liu Yizi's hand. The latter's hair was slightly loose, and the apricot-colored belt around her waist swayed gently.

The sunlight filtered through the bamboo curtains in the corridor, casting mottled shadows on her snow-white neck.

"You finally decided to come out?" Shangguan Ningxiang was making tea in the corridor. When she saw the two people appear, her hand holding the teapot paused slightly.

In the curl of tea smoke, she smiled and said, "The Eight Delicacies Feast has been reheated twice."

The tips of Liu Yizi's ears turned red, and she gently pinched Li Zimo's palm with her fingertips.

He seemed oblivious to this, instead gripping the delicate hand even tighter: "Ladies, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

The delicacies of Tianxiang Tower were spread out on the pear blossom table.

The honey wine in the glass cup reflected the sunlight, dyeing everyone's clothes amber.

Cheng Qianqian was using a silver spoon to serve soup. Seeing Liu Yizi sitting down, she deliberately scooped the tender pigeon meat into her bowl and said, "Sister, use more."

Li Zimo took the celadon wine pot and filled two cups with green plum wine.

One of the lamps was pushed in front of Liu Yizi, and the bottom of the lamp touched the table, making a crisp "ding" sound.

“Try it. It’s said to be a fine wine that’s been buried under a plum tree for twenty years.”

Liu Yizi picked up the wine cup and just as her lips touched the rim, she suddenly felt someone rubbing the hem of her skirt with their toes.

When she looked up, she met Li Zimo's smiling eyes, which startled her so much that her wrist trembled, and the wine left a light crimson mark on her cuffs.

"Be careful." He leaned over and wiped the wine stains on her wrist with his fingertips.

The fair wrist shone like jade in the sunlight, and he couldn't help but rub it a few more times.

A burst of laughter suddenly broke out at the table.

Liu Yizi hurriedly pulled her hand away, but saw Ye Hanlu whispering something in Zhao Sitong's ear. The two little girls were laughing so hard that their shoulders were shaking.

She was so embarrassed that even the back of her neck turned pink. She lowered her head to pick up the jade dumplings in front of her, but someone deliberately knocked her bamboo chopsticks crooked.

"Zi Mo!" She finally couldn't help but scold him softly, with tears in her almond eyes.

Li Zimo then calmed down and served her food with a smile:

"Zi'er, remember that this crab meatball dish was your favorite at the last banquet. Come, try it." The golden crab meatballs were wrapped in crab meat and were carefully divided into small, palatable pieces by him.

By the time we finished eating, the sun was already setting slightly.

The crabapple trees outside the corridor were in full bloom. When the wind blew, the petals fell everywhere, and a few petals landed on Liu Yizi's temples.

Li Zimo stretched out his hand to brush him away, then picked him up sideways.

"Ah!" she cried softly, instinctively throwing her arms around his neck. "What are you doing?"

"Digestion." He carried the person to the garden, and behind him came Cheng Qianqian's giggles with her hands covering her mouth.

In the southeast corner of the garden, there is a wisteria-woven lounge chair, surrounded by plain gauze curtains.

Li Zimo gently put the person down, but he refused to sit on the stone bench next to him and insisted on squeezing on the edge of the recliner.

Liu Yizi was so annoyed by him that she had to move aside and give up half of her space.

"We can't get any sun like this," she protested softly, poking his stiff shoulder with her finger.

Li Zimo grabbed the slender finger, placed it on his lips and kissed it: "I'll block the sun for you."

As he spoke, he really spread out his wide sleeves, casting a shade in front of her.

Liu Yizi smiled and simply rested her head on his legs.

Looking out through the gauze curtain, the sky was clear and blue, with occasional clouds passing by. His fingers were gently combing her long hair, his movements as gentle as if he were treating some treasure.

"My hair has grown longer." he said suddenly.

"Yeah, it's down to my waist." She closed her eyes and felt the tingling sensation on her scalp. "Do you want to tie it up?"

"That's good." He twisted a strand of hair around his fingertips, "It's more beautiful when it's loose."

In the distance, there came the soft sounds of other ladies clearing away dishes, mixed with the chirping of birds.

When Liu Yizi was drowsy, she suddenly felt a warmth on her forehead - it was a kiss from him as he lowered his head.

"Go get some sleep." His voice was soft and sun-kissed. "I'll be watching."

The plain gauze curtains swayed gently in the wind, blurring the overlapping figures into faint shadows like ink.

Occasionally, petals would fall on the top of the tent, then swirl away in the breeze, not daring to disturb this moment of peace.

......

The afternoon sun lazily sprinkled in the courtyard. Li Zimo half-leaned on the rosewood lounge chair, watching Liu Yizi taking a nap under the flower tree.

After she woke up, he took Liu Yizi, Shangguan Ningxiang, Xu Zhixia, Cheng Qianqian, and Ye Hanlu into Yunyou Tianfu, and asked Xiangxiang to teach them the Emperor-level martial arts and guide them in their cultivation.

After settling the girls, Li Zimo took out a communication jade slip and sent a message to Ye Yuhan, the deacon of Tianxiang Tower.

Soon, familiar footsteps came from afar.

Ye Yuhan walked into the courtyard slowly, her lavender gauze skirt fluttering in the wind.

After spending these days together, her expression has become even more charming.

"Master, you finally remembered me." She leaned into Li Zimo's arms with a coquettish look. "Every time we have a meal, you only let me bring some food, but you don't even think of leaving any for me."

Li Zimo chuckled and stroked her hair: "Isn't it because I'm worried that you'll feel awkward? I specially reserved time for you today."

"Then it's a deal, the rest of your time today is mine." Ye Yuhan raised her face, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Of course they are all yours." Li Zimo replied in a gentle voice.

Ye Yuhan contentedly found a comfortable position in his arms, but suddenly heard him say:

"Yuhan, I'm leaving Ziyun City."

"What?" She straightened up suddenly. "Where are you going, sir?"

Li Zimo sighed softly: "I am not from Ziyun City, so I will not stay here for long."

When Ye Yuhan heard this, her long eyelashes trembled slightly and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Yuhan," Li Zimo raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, "Would you like to travel with me?"

"My slave..." Ye Yuhan lowered her head and twisted the corner of her clothes, "I still have an old father and younger brother at home..."

"It's okay," Li Zimo said gently, "I have some spirit stones to help you find a place for your family."

Ye Yuhan shook her head: "Mr. Master gave me 100 million low-grade spirit stones, and most of them are still unused."

Li Zimo took out a storage bag embroidered with cloud patterns and said, "Here are another 100 million spirit stones. If you decide to go with me, I will use them to support my family. If you stay, I will use them as funds for my cultivation."

Ye Yuhan took the storage bag, her fingertips trembling slightly: "This matter... let me think about it for another day."

"No rush," Li Zimo said softly, "We'll set off at noon the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you for your consideration, sir." Ye Yuhan looked at him lovingly.

Li Zimo suddenly leaned over, and his strong arms passed through Ye Yuhan's knees, holding her up steadily.

She exclaimed and subconsciously put her arms around his neck, and two red clouds instantly appeared on her cheeks.

The pearl hairpin in her hair swayed gently, reflecting tiny rays of light in the sunlight.

"Let's go, we may not have much time left, so please stay with me for a while..."

"Master..." she called softly, burying her hot cheeks in his chest, and could clearly hear his strong heartbeat.

The faint scent of ambergris on Li Zimo's body lingered around her nose, mixed with the scent of the afternoon sunshine, making her unconsciously shrink into his arms again.

As she walked through the corridor, a few pink and white petals fluttered in the wind and landed right on Ye Yuhan's temples.

Li Zimo lowered his head and gently blew away the petals, making the tips of her ears even redder.

When the Jade Rabbit rose in the east and silver light filled the courtyard, Ye Yuhan slowly left, holding on to the carved pillars.

Thinking of the possible separation, today's lingering was particularly infatuated. At this moment, she was staggering, but her skirt revealed indescribable tenderness and sweetness.