Chapter 242: Innate Level Genius
"Ye Qiu, come and try this pastry. It's specially provided for the royal family."
Ning Rongrong looked at the cake that was served, took it in her hand without hesitation, and put it towards Ye Qiu's mouth.
"Ah."
Ye Qiu opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.
Ning Rongrong gave him a helpless look: "Can't you eat slower?"
Xue Qinghe's eyes were even more surprised.
He knew Ning Rongrong quite well, and he didn't expect that the little witch would actually take care of others. But he was not a gossipy person, and he didn't want to know too much about such things.
Xue Qinghe chuckled and said:
"Junior Sister Rongrong, I wonder what brings you, little witch, to see me?"
After saying that, a joking look appeared on his face again.
"You can't just bring your little lover to my place to eat and drink, right?"
"No, it's actually Ye Qiu who has something to do with Senior Brother Qinghe."
Ning Rongrong's face turned red and she explained her intention.
"Ye Qiu?"
Xue Qinghe turned his gaze to the young man beside Ning Rongrong.
"Yes, Senior Brother Qinghe, this is Ye Qiu. He is my lady's man."
Ning Rongrong nodded, hugged Ye Qiu's arm, and introduced him proudly but a little shyly.
Her straightforward words made Xue Qinghe stunned.
Look like this
Ning Fengzhi seemed to have acquiesced in the young man's existence.
But he didn't see anything special about this guy named Ye Qiu.
He was even more curious about Ye Qiu.
"Your Highness, hello, I am Ye Qiu."
Ye Qiu's way of greeting seemed a little strange to them.
Stretch out your right hand.
I want to shake hands with Xue Qinghe.
Xue Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly stretched out his hand wearing a silk glove and held Ye Qiu's hand.
"Hello."
Ye Qiu smiled and weighed it twice before letting him go.
Ning Rongrong poured hot tea for Ye Qiu, pushed it in front of him, and watched quietly
Xue Qinghe took a sip of the fragrant tea.
He said gently, "I don't know what you want to talk to me about, brother Ye Qiu?"
"Actually, I have almost three things to do here."
Ye Qiu stretched out three fingers and looked at Xue Qinghe with a smile.
"Three things?"
Xue Qinghe raised his eyebrows lightly, puzzled.
Ye Qiu nodded.
"Yes. Three very simple things."
"I would like to ask your Highness a few questions, tell you a little story, and give you some information."
Xue Qinghe narrowed his eyes slightly.
He had no idea what Ye Qiu was trying to do.
Questions, stories, information?
Are these things related to each other? Do they have anything to do with themselves?
Xue Qinghe resisted curiosity and smiled slightly.
"Then I wonder what little brother Ye Qiu wants to start with?"
"Let me ask your Highness a few questions first."
Ye Qiu smiled calmly.
There was a bit of joking in my heart, wondering what Xue Qinghe's reaction would be when he opened his mouth to his face.
"Your Highness, please clear the place first."
Ye Qiu raised his eyes and looked at the guards and waiters around him.
Xue Qinghe followed his words and drove them away.
Ning Rongrong looked at the confident smile on Ye Qiu's face, and his eyes flashed with excitement.
She knew it.
Every time Ye Qiu was about to do something bad, he would smile like this, showing that he was in control. A little bit of recklessness, a little bit of madness, which made her heart beat.
Ye Qiu raised his eyes and glanced at her.
Ning Rongrong blushed shyly and avoided his sight while holding hot tea.
Xue Qinghe looked at Ye Qiu and asked curiously, "Brother Ye Qiu, please go ahead."
"Ah."
Ye Qiu nodded slightly, with a bit of contentment on his face.
"The first question I want to ask is, Your Highness, what do you think of the talent of a Soul King who is less than thirteen years old?" "What? Less than thirteen, Soul King!"
After Ye Qiu finished speaking, Xue Qinghe, who had always looked humble, suddenly raised his voice.
A look of shock and disbelief flashed across his face.
"Are you looking for fun with me?!"
Before Xue Qinghe could finish his words, his throat suddenly became unable to make any sound, as if someone was strangling him.
I only saw Ye Qiu’s body
There are already two yellow, one purple and two black, and five soul rings are hovering!
The fourth ring is actually still black!
"Hehe. Senior brother Qinghe, Ye Qiu is not talking nonsense. He is really a powerful soul king, right?"
Ning Rongrong proudly hugged Ye Qiu's arm and looked at Xue Qinghe's shocked look, feeling extremely proud.
Xue Qinghe showed a bit of surprise and a wry smile.
No wonder Ning Fengzhi allowed this wild man who came from nowhere to mess around with Ning Rongrong. In addition to being shocked, he also felt a little wary and curious.
On the face, he sincerely praised:
"Awesome, awesome, little brother Ye Qiu is really talented and rare in the world."
"Your Highness the Crown Prince is so complimentary. The purpose of my first question is not to ask for His Highness's praise."
Ye Qiu stopped Ning Rongrong from speaking and continued.
Hear Ye Qiu's words.
Xue Qinghe looked at the overwhelming pride on his face and couldn't help but twitch his lips.
I didn’t care too much about anything here.
He looked at Ye Qiu strangely.
"Oh? What exactly does little brother Ye Qiu mean?"
Ye Qiu looked at Xue Qinghe deeply, took a sip of the fragrant tea in his hand, and said lightly:
"In fact, as far as I know, there is someone whose talent far exceeds mine. My second question is about her."
"What? The talent is far beyond yours. How is this possible?!"
Ning Rongrong looked at Ye Qiu in surprise.
Full of disbelief.
Ye Qiu was already the most talented person she had ever met; even her father, Grandpa Jian, and Grandpa Gutou said so.
Xue Qinghe's eyes flashed with a little surprise.
He looked at Ye Qiu intently, as if he wanted to see something.
Don't wait for him to speak.
Ye Qiu turned his head and raised his hand to stroke Ning Rongrong's hair.
"Rongrong, I heard that that person's innate soul power is level 20, and he is much higher than me at the beginning."
"Twenty-level innate soul power? How is this possible?"
Ning Rongrong frowned.
She had never heard of the existence of such a person, but Ye Qiu's expression didn't seem to be fake.
Not to mention her. Even Ning Fengzhi and the others were the same.
According to the news they received, the child of the previous pope died early.
Hear Ye Qiu's words.
Xue Qinghe, who was holding the cup to his lips, felt a tense feeling in his heart and paused for a moment. Then he continued to drink tea indifferently, but his heart was already gloomy.
The person who comes seems to have some bad intentions!
Ye Qiu pinched Ning Rongrong's face, raised his glass and looked at Xue Qinghe, with a hint of ridicule on his lips, and asked his second question.
"I wonder if His Highness the Crown Prince knows what level of cultivation that person had when he was thirteen years old?"
"Compared with me, who is stronger or weaker?"
Xue Qinghe, who was about to drink tea, felt more and more solemn in his heart and no longer wanted to drink tea.
He calmly put down the tea, suppressing the surging murderous intent in his heart, and his voice was no longer as gentle as before.
"I don't know what little brother Ye Qiu's question is, so I can't answer it."
"Really?" Ye Qiu blew the tea on his lips calmly and took a sip.
"Suck."
Make some noise.
Xue Qinghe couldn't help but frown.
I wish you all a happy life!
(End of this chapter)