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

The setting sun casts a golden hue over the courtyard.

Li Zimo was busy in the kitchen, with the spatula flying as dishes with good color, aroma and flavor came out of the pot one after another.

He had already prepared the famous dishes of Tianxianglou, such as Eight Treasure Duck, Steamed Spirit Fish, and Crystal Braised Pork... through storage. Although they could be eaten directly, it was better to heat them up.

"Do you need help?"

Wen Wan'er's voice came from behind.

When she heard that Li Zimo had returned to his old courtyard, she wanted to come out and take a look, so Li Zimo sent her out.

Naturally, there will be some sex.

Li Zimo turned around and saw her standing at the door with her sleeves rolled up. There was still moisture on the ends of her hair, obviously she had just finished a shower.

"You've arrived just in time." Li Zimo handed over a basket of spiritual vegetables, "Wash these and make salad."

Wen Wan'er took the basket and her fingers brushed against his palm casually. "I heard... today is your wedding night with Sister Qingluan?"

Li Zimo paused, then continued to arrange the dishes as if nothing had happened: "Well, Mr. Xu insisted on having a simple ceremony."

"How is she...?" Wen Wan'er lowered her head to wash the vegetables, her voice very soft.

"Cold on the outside, warm on the inside." Li Zimo thought for a moment, "Like the chilled lotus seed soup you make, cold on the outside, sweet on the inside."

This metaphor made Wen Wan'er burst out laughing, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

Amid the crisp sound of the spatula colliding with the iron pan, the last dish of stir-fried spiritual vegetables was taken out of the pan and served on a plate.

Li Zimo wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the table full of delicacies with satisfaction - the crystal braised pork was as thin as a cicada's wing, the eight-treasure duck was shiny in color, and the spirit fish was steamed to perfection, the fish meat blooming like garlic cloves.

"Husband, try this." Wen Wan'er picked up a piece of spiritual vegetable and handed it to Li Zimo's lips.

Li Zimo opened his mouth and took it, and the tip of his tongue accidentally touched her slender fingertips.

Wen Wan'er retracted her hand as if she was scalded, and two red clouds appeared on her cheeks.

"How does it taste?" She lowered her head and stirred the corner of her clothes, her voice as soft as a mosquito's.

"Sweet." Li Zimo smiled meaningfully, reaching out to tuck her scattered hair behind her ear. "Thanks to your help, otherwise I don't know how long it would take to prepare this table of dishes."

Wen Wan'er smiled slightly, her eyes glancing across the courtyard gate: "Sister Qingluan will be back soon, right?"

She paused, her voice becoming softer. "I...I'll go back to Yunyou Tianfu first."

Li Zimo was about to speak when Wen Wan'er continued, "Husband, please come in and spend time with the sisters."

She raised her head, a gentle rebuke in her eyes, "Sisters, you've been practicing all the time, and it's very tiring too."

These words made Li Zimo's heart tighten.

Indeed, he has been busy with external affairs recently and has neglected the beauty in the mansion.

"Okay, I'll go in and accompany you tomorrow." He promised solemnly, lowering his head and gently kissing Wen Wan'er's soft lips. "Give my regards to everyone."

Wen Wan'er's eyes were filled with tears and she said "hmm" softly.

A golden light flashed, and her figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a wisp of faint fragrance lingering.

Li Zimo stood alone in the yard, looking at the darkening sky.

Although the beauties in Yunyou Tianfu are busy practicing, they don’t practice all the time, and some of them don’t even want to practice at all.

Although it has been less than a month since they last met, some of them must have been waiting for a long time.

He secretly decided that he would make it up to them tomorrow.

While he was thinking, the gate creaked open and Xu Qingluan walked in in a red dress.

This wedding dress is a bit more feminine than her usual tight clothes, but she still wears the short sword with cloud pattern at her waist, showing her identity as the leader of the Divine Guards.

"Are you back?" Li Zimo went up to her and took the package from her naturally. "Have you finished your business?"

Xu Qingluan nodded, and glanced at the dishes on the table, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Did you cook all of this?"

"I'm just offering you some flowers." Li Zimo smiled and pulled out a chair for her. "Most of them are Tianxianglou's signature dishes."

Xu Luyou, Xiao Yuyao and Su Qingya also came out of Yunyou Tianfu and sat down around the dining table.

The three women had changed into festive dresses and had red silk flowers in their hair, adding a sense of ceremony to this simple wedding.

"Aunt," Xu Luyou held Xu Qingluan's hand affectionately, "From now on, we will be real sisters!"

Xu Qingluan nodded slightly stiffly, obviously not used to such close contact.

Xiao Yuyao thoughtfully poured her some wine: "Sister Qingluan, try this, it's a century-old wine!"

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Under the urging of the crowd, Li Zimo and Xu Qingluan drank the wedding wine.

Xu Qingluan's fair cheeks were flushed, and she was breathtakingly beautiful under the candlelight.

"A night of spring is worth a thousand gold~" Xu Luyou winked mischievously, "We won't disturb you!"

The three girls tactfully returned to Yunyou Tianfu, leaving the courtyard to the newlyweds.

Suddenly, only Li Zimo and Xu Qingluan were left at the messy dining table.

Silence spread. Xu Qingluan's fingers unconsciously stroked the rim of the wine glass, her eyes wandering.

"Nervous?" Li Zimo asked softly.

Xu Qingluan immediately straightened her back: "Who, who is nervous?" Even so, her ears were red as blood.

Li Zimo chuckled, stood up and walked behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders: "Let me rub your shoulders."

"No...no need..." Xu Qingluan's voice gradually weakened as Li Zimo kneaded her just right.

The fatigue accumulated from years of martial arts training gradually dissipated under these techniques, and she couldn't help but relax her body.

"Are you comfortable?" Li Zimo leaned over and asked in her ear.

Xu Qingluan murmured "hmm" vaguely, then realized that this response was too ambiguous, and quickly added: "It's okay..."

Li Zimo's hand slowly moved down from the shoulder to the waist: "Here? The Shenwu Guard's belt is too tight, it can easily cause blood circulation problems."

His fingertips pressed lightly through the fabric, and Xu Qingluan immediately tensed up.

Those hands seemed to have magical power, causing waves of tremors wherever they passed.

"Don't..." She grabbed Li Zimo's restless hand, but her voice was unspeakably soft.

"What else?" Li Zimo held her hand, pulled her up and turned her towards him, "My dear, tonight is our wedding night..."

Xu Qingluan turned her face away, her long eyelashes trembling violently: "I... I have no experience..."

This confession softened Li Zimo's heart. He gently lifted Xu Qingluan's chin and looked into her eyes: "I will be gentle."

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

This kiss was deeper than the temptation during the day, with a tenderness that could not be rejected.

Xu Qingluan was stiff as a tree at first, but gradually began to respond awkwardly under Li Zimo's guidance.

When the kiss ended, both of them were a little breathless.

Xu Qingluan's lips were slightly swollen, and her eyes were full of tears. Where was the dignity of a commander of the Divine Guards?

"Hold me tight." Li Zimo said suddenly.

Xu Qingluan did as she was told subconsciously, and the next second her feet were off the ground - Li Zimo picked her up sideways and strode towards the bedroom.

"Ah!" She screamed and hurriedly hugged Li Zimo's neck, "Put me down!"

"No." Li Zimo smiled like a child who had succeeded in a prank. "You are my bride tonight. I can hold you however I want."

In the bedroom, red candles were burning brightly and a brocade quilt was spread out.

Li Zimo gently placed Xu Qingluan on the edge of the bed and knelt on one knee to take off her boots and socks.

This action made Xu Qingluan at a loss, and her toes curled up unconsciously.

"Don't..." She tried to pull her foot back, but Li Zimo held it firmly.

"So beautiful." He gently stroked Xu Qingluan's ankle, where there was a faint scar. "How did it come from?"

"I got hurt during training..." Xu Qingluan's voice tightened. Never before had anyone cherished every inch of her skin so much, paying attention to even the tiniest scar.

Li Zimo lowered his head and gently kissed the scar: "I will protect you from now on."

This promise broke Xu Qingluan's last line of defense.

She leaned over and kissed Li Zimo on the lips, her movements clumsy but sincere.

The clothes gradually fell off, and the candlelight gilded the intertwined figures.

Outside the window, a bright moon rose quietly, witnessing this belated wedding night...

In the early morning light, Xu Qingluan woke up in Li Zimo's arms.

She stared blankly at the sleeping face so close to her, unable to believe that she had such physical contact with this man.

Recalling the lingering moments of last night, Xu Qingluan's cheeks flushed.

She tried to move away cautiously, but was pulled back by the suddenly tightening arms.

"Good morning, my lady." Li Zimo's voice was hoarse from the morning. "Did you sleep well?"

Xu Qingluan buried her face in his chest and refused to answer this embarrassing question.

Li Zimo laughed, turned over and pressed her under him: "It seems that your husband is not trying hard enough, making you too embarrassed to speak up..."

"You!" Xu Qingluan hit him in embarrassment, but was caught by the wrist and pressed on top of his head.

A new round of "morning exercise" begins.

When the sunlight filled the bedroom, the two got up reluctantly.

Xu Qingluan adjusted her uniform in front of the bronze mirror, trying to restore her former majestic image.

But the spring in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes could not be concealed.

"Come back for dinner tonight?" Li Zimo tied her belt and pinched her slender waist.

Xu Qingluan glared at him, but nodded obediently: "Yes."

This simple response is better than thousands of words of love.

Li Zimo knew that this icy beauty had finally been warmed up by him.

After seeing Xu Qingluan off, Li Zimo stretched and prepared to go see how the ladies in Yunyou Tianfu were doing with their cultivation.

The newlyweds are sweet, but he also cares about the feelings of other beauties.

After all, treating everyone equally is the true meaning of happiness for all.