Xue Qinghe naturally noticed Ning Rongrong's actions.
He lowered his eyes, looked at her, and smiled.
"Rongrong, Junior Sister, you should drink less alcohol. It wouldn't be good if you became addicted."
"Qinghe Senior Brother is talking nonsense."
Ning Rongrong held her pretty face with both hands and lay on the table.
She said, feeling hopeless, "You won't let Rongrong drink at all. How could Rongrong become addicted?"
"Heh."
Xue Qinghe smiled.
Looking at Qian Renjue, his eyes carried a hint of veiled teasing.
Ning Fengzhi returned to the head seat.
"Qinghe, sit down first. The guests should be arriving soon."
"Yes, Teacher."
Qian Renxue had acted for twenty years.
Now, acting came easily to her, and no flaws could be seen.
Just after sitting down opposite Qian Renjue, she smiled and said:
"I wonder if the Holy Son would be willing to exchange some management experience with me?"
"Sorry, I basically haven't participated in any management."
Qian Renjue sat back down and shook his head. He really hadn't managed anything.
"The Holy Son is being modest."
Xue Qinghe said with a smile.
"In the past year, the Holy Son's talent has caused many forces to fear him."
"My talent?"
Qian Renjue raised an eyebrow.
Besides cultivating faster, what other talents did he have?
Ning Fengzhi took a small sip of warm tea.
He didn't join the conversation. At this time, it wasn't good for him to lean towards either side.
He couldn't let the Heaven Dou Empire notice the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's betrayal.
Even though he knew what Xue Qinghe wanted to say.
His gaze turned towards Ning Rongrong, and Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but frown.
Xue Qinghe asked for advice:
"I heard that your temple is vigorously developing affiliated academies. I wonder why this is?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Qian Renjue understood what was going on! It turned out it was about this!
He explained with a smile, "This plan is just to provide more opportunities for civilian soul masters."
While Xue Qinghe and Qian Renjue were talking.
Ning Rongrong lay on the table, looking at Qian Renjue, sulking.
She stared at the fine wine in a daze.
The snacks on the table and the chili sauce next to them suddenly caught her eye.
Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes rolled, and a few cunning thoughts emerged.
She glanced at Qian Renjue.
Tiptoeing and leaning on the table, she reached for the stack of chili sauce.
Then, she picked up a piece of bright red pastry.
Her eyes carried a bit of revenge and some gloating.
Hmph! Telling you to ignore me, telling you not to give me wine!
Xue Qinghe paused slightly, watching Ning Rongrong on the opposite side, his eyes narrowed slightly.
But he didn't say anything.
It was just adding chili sauce.
If Jue were successfully pranked by a child, he should feel ashamed, right?
Qian Renxue chuckled inwardly, feeling a bit expectant instead.
She played along for a while.
Time passed gradually.
Ning Rongrong had already put the pastry that had absorbed the chili sauce back.
Just looking at the color, it was impossible to tell.
Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up: "Qinghe, the guests should be arriving soon. We should go downstairs."
"Okay."
Xue Qinghe nodded with a smile, took a sip of wine, and stood up.
Ning Fengzhi looked at Qian Renjue and said:
"Holy Son, Rongrong will lead the way for you later. Qinghe and I will go and get busy first."
"Junior understands."
Qian Renjue nodded.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Ning Rongrong, who didn't treat him like an outsider and treated him like a blind man.
His eyes carried pity and playfulness.
"Rongrong, did you hear that? If you're bored, you can take the Holy Son to look around."
Ning Fengzhi instructed Ning Rongrong.
"Daddy, Rongrong remembers!"
Ning Rongrong raised her head and responded with a smile.
Just as she raised her pretty face and her gaze drifted away.
The pastry on the table that had been tampered with suddenly floated up strangely.
And exchanged positions with the one next to it.
That strange scene.
Was naturally seen by Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Xue Qinghe, and others.
"Daddy, what's wrong? Rongrong will be obedient."
Ning Rongrong thought that Ning Fengzhi didn't believe her and guaranteed it again.
"Heh, that's good then."
Ning Fengzhi chuckled dryly, not explaining clearly, just reminding her.
"Rongrong, don't mess around."
"Mm-hmm, Rongrong won't mess around."
Ning Rongrong nodded repeatedly like a good girl, agreeing.
Ning Fengzhi felt helpless. It seemed he couldn't save her.
Xue Qinghe's eyes showed undisguised laughter. This little devil was still too inexperienced.
"Holy Son, see you later."
Ning Fengzhi didn't stay any longer, taking Xue Qinghe and the others towards the downstairs.
Sword and Bone Douluo felt sorry, but it was just chili sauce.
Moreover, they were a young couple.
Ning Rongrong obediently watched Ning Fengzhi leave.
Qian Renjue's gaze turned to Salas, who was silent at the next table.
He instructed:
"Salas, you go over and take a look too. I'm not used to lively scenes."
"Yes, this subordinate will go and do it."
Salas stood up and saluted.
He had been in this kind of occasion many times and knew very well what Qian Renjue wanted him to do.
To help the Holy Son get rid of those who were trying to curry favor in advance.
Salas bowed and retreated.
In the hall, only Qian Renjue, Ling Yuan, and Ning Rongrong were left.
Looking at the majesty revealed on Qian Renjue's face.
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, but she had seen the world.
She praised with a grin:
"Holy Son Brother is so cool. Do you want to try Rongrong's favorite snack..."
Saying that.
Ning Rongrong relied on her memory and picked up the pastry that had been tampered with.
"Sure."
Qian Renjue naturally wouldn't refuse, smiling as he picked up the spicy dessert with chopsticks.
He wanted to give her a lesson.
He sent it towards Ning Rongrong's cherry-like mouth.
"Then I'll have a piece for Rongrong too."
"Mm, thank you, Holy Son Brother."
Ning Rongrong hadn't even eaten it yet and couldn't help but laugh.
Ling Yuan watched with interest.
Qian Renjue opened his mouth and bit the pastry in Ning Rongrong's hand, raising his head.
The pastry in his hand was also sent to its destination.
Both Qian Renjue and Ning Rongrong had smug smiles on their faces.
"Holy Son Brother, is it delicious?"
"Delicious."
Qian Renjue smiled meaningfully.
He took the juice and started making some iced drinks for Ning Rongrong to relieve the spiciness.
"Haha... It's good that Holy Son Brother likes it."
As Ning Rongrong chewed, her fair and tender face suddenly turned red.
Immediately afterwards.
She couldn't help but open her cherry mouth, breathing in the fresh air.
Her small hand fanned her mouth.
"Sizzling ah! So spicy, ptui, ptui!"
"Pu haha..."
Next to her, Douluo Ling Yuan couldn't help but laugh.
Qian Renjue handed the already iced juice to Ning Rongrong with a smile.
"Rongrong, drink some cold juice to rinse your mouth."
"Hoo ha hoo~ Thank you..."
Ning Rongrong held the juice with cold air, immediately wanting to drink it all in one gulp.
Immediately afterwards, she screamed.
"Ah--!"
"No, Holy Son Brother, you... you bullied Rongrong again!"
Ning Rongrong's lips were as red as blood, so spicy that she couldn't close her mouth, and a few tears had already squeezed out of her eyes.
She looked pitiful.
"Ah wuu~ Glug!"
Before Qian Renjue could say anything, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but start drinking wildly.
"Heh."
Qian Renjue smiled and gently stroked her delicate back.
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At this time, at the city gate.
A graceful figure wearing a black dress had already stepped into the territory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
She submitted an invitation and slowly walked inside.
Wishing everyone a happy life!
