Lord Moyu was forced to open

Ding Nie was so angry that his face was filled with blood and his whole body was shaking, which actually made his originally pale face look much better.

Zhao Jun ignored it, just took out another teacup from the tray on the side, filled it, and pushed it over.

"Lieutenant Ding, drink tea."

He still had that unhurried tone, as if he wasn't the one who excited Ding Nie just now.

Ding Nie was furious and wanted to sweep the tea away from the table. However, the moment he raised his hand, Zhao Jun's cold voice sounded again.

"I said, drink tea!"

Ding Nie's whole body froze, his movements froze in place.

It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he sat back down tremblingly, picking up the tea cup with trembling hands and drinking it down in one gulp.

The corners of Zhao Jun's mouth curled up slightly, and he didn't say anything more. He just took the tea cup and continued to push it back.

There was silence in the Spring Breeze Pavilion for a while, except for the sound of Ding Nie's constant drinking of water and the sound of Zhao Jun's pouring water.

After a long time, Wang Huaien received the news and quickly stepped forward and whispered in Zhao Jun's ear:

"Your Majesty, there's news from the imperial kitchen. It's ready."

Zhao Jun nodded when he heard this and said immediately: "Then let them serve the food."

"promise!"

Wang Huaien responded and left.

After a while, someone came up and took away all the tea sets on the table, and then one after another the eunuchs began to put plates of delicacies on the stone table.

There are all kinds of food, cold food, hot food, soup, pastries and so on.

Ding Nie, who had not eaten much for many days, felt his throat rolling as he looked at the plates of food.

The alluring aroma penetrated the tip of his nose, causing his mouth to continuously secrete saliva.

The hungry belly also kept making noises at this time, telling the people around it about its hunger.

However, Zhao Jun didn't say anything. No matter how hungry he was, he didn't dare to move at all and could only look at the delicious food and keep drooling.

When all the dishes were served, Zhao Jun said nothing else, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat slowly.

Well, in this freezing weather, let’s warm our stomachs with a bowl of hot peppery mutton soup.

Hmm~ After drinking the mutton soup, I picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in my mouth. Hmm~ Fat but not greasy, it melts in your mouth!

Then there are meatballs, fishballs, boiled chicken, roast duck, roast goose, pork knuckle, jade cabbage...etc.

When the food is almost done, I finally have two pieces of pastries and bird's nest as sweet water after the meal.

Zhao Jun was finally full and put down his bowl and chopsticks.

During this period, watching Zhao Jun eat so much, Ding Nie across from him was so greedy that his mouth was drooling all over the floor, and he was suffering in his heart.

eat? Don't want to eat? eat? Don't want to eat? …

Continuous cycle, constant hesitation.

Taking the handkerchief from Wang Huaien and wiping his mouth, Zhao Jun seemed to see Ding Nie across from him at this moment. Seeing his throat rolling, his eyes revealing the desire for the food on the table, he suddenly laughed. .

Then he said:

"Lieutenant Ding, why don't you eat?

Could it be that the food in this palace is not to your liking? "

Ding Nie looked up at him in shock.

How dare I eat it without you saying anything?

But after all, he didn't dare to ask questions. Since he had already spoken out, he didn't have to hesitate.

Ding Nie immediately picked up his chopsticks, aimed at a meatball, and stretched out his chopsticks.

At this moment, Zhao Jun suddenly said: "Liu Ding, tell me... can the people who were killed by the Huns eat meatballs underground?"

Ding Nie's chopsticks suddenly stopped. Looking up at Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun smiled: "I'm just saying, Taiwei Ding, you eat what you have."

Ding Nie's heart sank. He put down his chopsticks and picked up the spoon on the side. He was about to take a spoonful of mutton soup. However, just as he put the spoon into the soup basin, Zhao Jun's voice rang again.

"Ding Taiwei, do you think those northern people who were killed by the Huns would be able to drink mutton soup now if they were still alive?"

Ding Nie's movements paused again.

Silently putting down the spoon and picking up the chopsticks again, Ding Nie turned to pick up the roast duck.

This time Ding Nie quickly caught the roast duck tentatively.

Well, Zhao Jun'er didn't say anything.

Ding Nie felt a little more at ease, sniffing the fragrance on the tip of his nose, looking at the red and translucent roast duck, thinking that when he eats it, the skin of the roasted duck will be particularly crispy and fragrant!

He picked up the roast duck and was about to stop when the damn voice rang again.

"Ding Taiwei, I still remember that when I was a child, the emperor's favorite food was the roast duck sold at Quande Fang in Bianjing. For this reason, my mother even spent a lot of money to have the royal chef in the palace go to Quande Fang to ask the master to teach me. Had this dish.

If the emperor were here today, he would definitely like this roast duck. "

The roast duck that had been caught on the chopsticks fell down, and the chopsticks in his hands were scattered on the table.

Zhao Jun looked at Ding Nie in surprise when he saw this scene and said:

"Lieutenant Ding, why don't you eat?"

And Ding Nie had already understood at this time that Zhao Jun was deliberately disgusting himself. Anger was burning in his chest. His bad temper could no longer be suppressed. He stood up again, his eyes filled with anger and stared at him. Zhao Jun shouted angrily:

"Why don't I eat? How can you let me eat like this?

Zhao Jun, kid, if you don’t want me to eat it, just say so. Why are you so disgusting to me? Humiliate me? "

Zhao Jun's smiling face gradually turned cold, and he took a handkerchief and gently wiped the oil stains on his hands from eating just now.

Slowly said:

"Disgusting? Humiliating?

It turns out that Taiwei Ding thinks that I, the common people of the Song Dynasty, and my royal brother are disgusting and humiliating to you, right?

I’m so sick that I can’t even eat…”

After carefully wiping off the oil stains on his hands and the seams of his hands, he put down the handkerchief, and Zhao Jun slowly stood up, feeling an overwhelming pressure suddenly coming out of his body.

The swaying flames in the surrounding charcoal fire suddenly went out, and a chill slowly rose around them.

Zhao Jun looked at Ding Nie across from him with cold eyes, placed his hands on the edge of the stone table and said in a cold voice:

"Since Captain Ding is so disgusted that he can't eat anymore, then - don't eat it!"

boom!

Explosion of strength!

The hands placed on the edge of the stone table suddenly grasped the edge of the stone table, and then lifted it hard!

The next moment, the heavy stone table suddenly lifted up and flew out with a bang. The powerful air wave rushed Ding Nie back three steps. The next moment a strong wind hit, and in Ding Nie's suddenly enlarged pupils, a stone The table flew past him, and the howling wind caused him to fall sideways.

The stone table rushed out of the Spring Breeze Pavilion and landed on the pool more than ten meters away, smashing through the surrounding ice and falling.

In the Spring Breeze Pavilion, the originally sumptuous dishes were scattered all over the floor, and all kinds of food were scattered everywhere and mixed together.

The pavilion was in a mess all of a sudden!

"Definitely..."

The sound of chattering teeth sounded in the pavilion. It was the sound made by Ding Nie's frightened teeth chattering and constantly colliding with each other.

At this time, Zhao Jun's momentum had been withdrawn, but his expressionless face was still scary and cold.

After walking up the mountain in three or two steps, Zhao Jun grabbed Ding Nie by the collar and dragged him out of the pavilion.

At this moment, Ding Nie couldn't even resist and could only let Zhao Jun drag him outside the pavilion.

Next to the passage leading to the shore, the fire that was burning just now has successfully melted the nearby ice surface, exposing a pool of water mixed with ice debris.

Zhao Jun dragged Ding Nie here, grabbed the collar of the back of his neck with one hand and his hair with the other, pointed it at the water surface and stuffed his head directly in!

Stuffed into the cold pool water! ! !

...(End of chapter)