The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

"Master, master, wake up..."

The call made Chen Fan slowly open his eyes and looked around. He saw that he was in a very luxurious room.

A young man in Tsing Yi with pimples on his face, who looked like fifteen or sixteen, was calling softly by the bed.

"Master, it's time to make peace with the master and madam. Today is your engagement day."

The young man in Tsing Yi helped Chen Fan up, and after carefully helping him put on a brocade robe, he pulled him out of the room where he was.

At this moment, Chen Fan seemed a little dull, looking at everything in front of him dumbly, only to see a magnificent mansion with twelve entrances.

Pavilions, pavilions, garden waterside pavilions, eaves bucket arches, everything.

Looking down at the clothes he was wearing, it turned out that they were all made of pure gold silk thread. It was obviously a rich family.

But Chen Fan doesn't know why, the most memory of this family is simply pitiful.

Holding Tsing Yi's young man by the arm, Chen Fan opened his mouth and asked, "Here...Where is it? When did I become your young master?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "My young master, don't scare the villain. This is the Chen family in the capital. You are the young master of the Chen family, sitting on a family with a wealth of enemies."

"Today is the first time you see your fiancée. The master and the wife are waiting in the main hall. If there is nothing else, the master will not strip the villain."

The young man in Tsing Yi begged Chen Fan to stop making trouble, but Chen Fan also accepted his identity in the first place.

"I am the young master of the Chen family, a family that owns a wealthy country..."

Just in this mumbling, Chen Fan and Tsing Yi's little servant walked into a main hall together. At the top of the room sat a man with a majestic face and a very kind woman with a smile.

"Fan'er has seen parents!"

Without any hesitation, Chen Fan blurted out the word father and mother, and even felt something wrong in his heart when he finished speaking, but he still couldn't catch his thoughts.

Father Chen gave a hum, and did not speak, but Chen Fan said to Chen Fan very gently: "Fan'er has seen your uncle and aunt, and Xin'er, she is your future wife."

At the recommendation of Chen's mother, Chen Fan's eyes turned to the three people next to him. After a good word, he looked at his fiancee, Xin'er.

For an instant, Chen Fan seemed to feel the throbbing in his heart, as if Xiner should be his wife.

The engagement went smoothly. The family sat down for a meal, and after being hired by three matchmakers, they had to choose an auspicious day to get married.

However, Chen Fan's young temperament ran out to play with Xin'er while the two family members discussed their marriage.

The people in the capital received heavy traffic and pedestrians, and a pair of young girls pulled their hands tightly together.

They walked past the small vendors, and Xin'er looked at everything in front of them curiously, and stopped in front of the vendors from time to time.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, the two came to the extremely famous Xuanjing Lake in the capital. They held this hand in this way and walked in the light of the evening. Chen Fan only felt his heart, and finally found the harbor to dock.

"Brother Fan." Xiner said suddenly.

Chen Fan looked down, and this little Nizi actually kissed her lips happily: "It's great to be with you, I want us to be together every day!"

After all, Xiner seemed to feel shy, so she bounced away.

And Chen Fan stroked his lips, feeling the last kiss, tenderness and sweetness in his eyes.