Chapter 1041： Big wedding (3)

Seeing that Chen Fan's expression didn't show the slightest displeasure, the little leader Yulin Wei let out a sigh.

In fact, he was very nervous about his work today, after all, he had to face Chen Fan, who was known as the killer of Yulinwei.

Recall that Wen Mu, the last leader of Yulinwei, floated in Chen Fan's hands, and the next leader, Tong Yong, was also resigned for Chen Fan's affairs.

So now he is nervous, I am afraid no one can understand.

Fortunately, Chen Fan didn't mean to provoke his anger, which made the little commander take a sigh of relief and began to earnestly complete his task.

"My first title is First Seeing. Can Wang Chen describe the first meeting with the three women?"

As soon as the other party mentioned this question, Chen Fan pursed his lips, barely thinking too much, and immediately got the answer.

"I first met Wanrong. I am a boy in commoner clothes and have no long objects. Meng Wanrong does not give up the importance of me. If there is no value of the day, how can I be the king of Chen today?"

At this moment, Chen Fan recalled seeing Mu Wanrong for the first time, and a smile appeared unconsciously at the corner of his mouth. Maybe the fate of the two began from that moment.

What Chen Fan didn't know was that just as he answered, there was already a spar next to him, sending all the pictures to the Phoenix Pavilion, where the three daughters were waiting to meet them.

The three women are now all dressed in happy robes, with a touch of pink and daisy smeared on their faces. They are so glamorous that they envy others.

But after hearing Chen Fan's explanation for the first sight, the three girls trembled, and mist appeared in their eyes.

That is endless happiness, which fills my heart.

"I met Xiaoqi for the first time, I first entered Xuanjing, Xiaoqi pretended to be a beggar. This is how the two of me met, but I didn't expect that I didn't know that she was a girl until the second meeting."

"Puff, big idiot!" Feng Nuan Pavilion's Xiao Qi heard Chen Fan's words and scolded with a smile, but his face was full of happiness.

"As for meeting Yun'er, she gave me a sense of strength and amazingness. At that time, I thought, this is a woman that even I need to admire!"

When Chen Fan's words fell, Zhuge Yun let out a cry, only feeling hot on his face, and he lowered his head because he couldn't bear the sisters' jokes.

But seeing that in the projection, Chen Fan had completed the first test, and looked at the little commander and said, "Dare to ask if I can pass?"

The little commander naturally nodded his head again and again, and personally led the people out of the way.

In this way, Chen Fan finally entered the palace officially.

And shortly after he entered the palace, an old man with white beard and white hair appeared in front of Chen Fan.

When Chen Fan saw this person, he immediately turned over and dismounted, clasped his fists and bowed: "The younger generation has seen King Jing."

This King Jing was the brother of Emperor Xuan, who was also Xiao Qi's uncle.

Now that Emperor Xuan has been dead for many years, he has just fallen, and the only one who has the position to become the seventh elder is this King Jing, who has been wandering around the world for many years and known as the first idle prince of the Great Profound Emperor.

Chen Fan had a fate with King Jing before, but now goodbye, it is the day of marrying and rejoicing again, so naturally he dare not arrogate.

King Jing looked at Chen Fan with a wisp of beard and smiled before opening his mouth and said: "Don't talk nonsense, the old man is stationed at the second checkpoint. If you want to pass through here, leave a happy couplet that pleases the old man!"

When this remark came out, Chen Fan was a little surprised.

Everyone in the world knows that the King of King Jing is very literary, he likes poems and songs the most, and he doesn't care about the government.

In fact, Chen Fan sometimes suspects that it is this kind of character that has allowed King Jing to live to the present.

Of course, these are a little far away. What Chen Fan cares more about now is, where does he write Xilian?

In the face of an old scholar who has been soaked in books all year round, how can he be satisfied?