Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 640

"Your vow is only half done, and Arya," said the voice of the cloaked man scraping the blade on the glass.

"Let the Other Ghost take that dead girl away. I have searched all over the Three Rivers Valley, but I haven't heard any news. Where can I find it?" the man complained.

"Your sacred oath, until it is completed, you must obey me, even if one day I am gone, you must continue." The cloaked man's voice was devoid of emotion.

"I was never so loyal to the mad king back then." The man who looked like a lion's head resented.

"If you have been faithful to your oath, you will not have today's disaster."

The man in the cloak didn't talk so much in the past, but she was too excited to see her daughter getting married today, and her son-in-law was so young and handsome, with a suave appearance.

"Can I see Tyrion? That bastard killed his father first and then his uncle. I have to ask him personally, where did all the resentment come from?"

The man with the appearance of an angry lion glanced at the dwarf in the distance who was flirting with Arianne out of the corner of his eye, and said through gritted teeth.

"No, we're going to take action right away, don't disrupt the plan." The cloaked man snapped.

"Cersei married Euron, and I paid too much for the oath." The lion-headed man mourned.

"Squeal—"

Suddenly, it was dark above the head, the thin winter sun was covered by shadows, and the loud and high-pitched beast roar made Moon Gate Fort slightly shake.

"Wow, Balerion, Black Death God Balerion!"

"True dragon, real dragon!"

"Dragon Targaryen!"

"Long live the real dragon!"

The pterosaur spread its wings and covered the sky and the sun, pushing the atmosphere of the scene to the highest point.

The Black Death, Balerion, landed on the marble square. His huge figure was like a thick city wall, covering the king and queen behind him.

But soon, everyone saw the king holding the queen's hand, stepping on the flesh-wing steps, walking up the back step by step, sitting on the dragon saddle, and tightening the belt.

"Hua la la hua la la—" The huge leather wings stirred up a tornado storm near the square, blowing off the cloaked man's cloak, revealing a dead face full of scars.

Impressively, it was Mrs. Shi Xin, she had come to attend her daughter's wedding.

"Squeal—"

Balerion arose, and he would take the king and queen on a tour of the cities of the Vale.

"It's so big! I'm afraid even the scorpion crossbow can't kill you? I heard that even Queen Sansa will become a dragon knight?"

The lion-headed man stroked his messy beard, squinted at the "giant dragon" receding in the sky, and cursed in a low voice: "This damn world is getting more and more strange to me."

"Hurry up, finish revenge and take back Winterfell," the cloaked man murmured as he put on his cloak again.

Aegon took Sansa back to the Gates of the Moon before dark for the official wedding feast.

When the queen got off the pterosaur, she was sneezing and trembling, her cherry pink face and rose red lips were also black and blue.

She wears too little and is too cold.

"Honey, it's cold in winter. Next time, I'll change into a thick fur coat and wear a windproof helmet. It will be much better." King Aegon comforted his newlywed wife softly.

Back to the bedroom of the king and queen (the original residence of Duke Arryn), after roasting by the fire for a while, Queen Sansa regained her beautiful scenery like a thawed lake.

They both changed their attire for the feast, King Aegon in black breeches, a crimson and gold tunic embroidered with gold thread, and the dragon crown that Illyrio had given him.

Compared with the impulsive youth in Slaver's Bay, he really has a calm kingly demeanor.

Sansa put on the bright red and embroidered costume representing Targaryen, her slender waist was tightened, and the corset exposed her shoulders and the upper part of her breasts, making her skin crystal clear like ice and snow, and her figure slender and graceful like willow branches.

The queen has exquisite cheekbones, clear blue eyes, thick red hair hanging on her white bare shoulders, hanging down to her waist, and a slender and simple tile-steel crown inlaid with hexagonal rubies on her forehead.

The back crown hoops her hair to ensure that her exquisite cheekbones and delicate facial features are not covered.

The two held hands, interlocked their fingers, and smiled at each other. Under the protection of Brienne and the knights, they entered the venue hand in hand, causing countless cheers and whistles.

Joffrey's wedding banquet was unprecedentedly extravagant, with a total of 77 courses, which is rare in the world.

Although 77 dishes are not enough for Zhang Juzheng to eat with chopsticks, in Westeros, and even in the world, 77 dishes are rare luxury.

It's not that people in this world are frugal, but it's hard to gather so many recipes and corresponding chefs.

Many of Joffrey's 77-course meals are actually repetitive, for example, various pies and meat pies, almost one kind of stuffing counts as one kind of dish.

Aegon also collected 77 dishes this time.

He is better than Emperor Qiao, and he learned a lot of oriental dishes from Auntie Danni in Slave Bay, such as fish head with chopped pepper, white chicken, garlic crayfish

In the religious culture that advocates "7", 7 dishes are too few, and 777 dishes are difficult even for the dragon queen of the Chinese soul. Only 77 is the most suitable.

During the dinner, there are naturally various entertainment programs, such as acrobatic troupe, dwarf competition, and opera.

The emphasis is on opera.

At the opening, Tom Seven Strings (ps) performed "Winter Snow Rose" for all guests, praising the direwolf, "Knight King of the Corolla" flattering the Dragon Queen, "The Maiden, the Virgin and the Crone" to please the Seven Gods, and "My Beloved" Temperament" expressed the king's love for the queen, and the venue was full of laughter and cheers from teenagers and girls.

In addition to these orthodox programs, there are also a large number of rural obscene songs and novelty-oriented repertoires.Because the themes and contents are relatively novel, even appearing in front of people for the first time, they are far more popular than traditional operas that have been heard thousands of times.

For example, "The Dream of Roxie the Tavern Girl", tells the story of a pure girl who degenerates step by step.

The singer is a fat man from Mill, a very famous tenor on the other side of the Narrow Sea. He sang in an affectionate and gentle tone: "That year, I went to the river bend of flowers and fruits. Under the peach tree, I saw peach blossoms With a more beautiful face, I stepped forward in a daze, but saw a handsome and tall young man looking at her from a distance under the apricot tree on the other side, and the love between the two was rippling like sea water. I was saddened and retreated silently."

The music changes from a light and cheerful lilac dream to a soothing tune with melancholy and blessing.

"This year, I went to the river bend where the ears of wheat are golden. In the tavern, I saw a girl who was as gorgeous as a rose. Without me going forward, she hugged my neck with a honey-like smile and lingered with me."

The music suddenly speeds up, with a breath of intoxication among flowers.

After that, there are long and indescribable scenes of love, various moves, and various tastes. It is hard for a man to hold back, and a woman's cheeks are rosy, and her spring eyes are dripping.

"I woke up from the dream, and she actually asked me for a piece of copper wheat. She laughed and said that she used to be worth a gold dragon! I asked, what about the young man, and she stopped laughing. She told me a dream, her dream"

The music becomes mournful.

The audience suddenly cooled down from the previous excitement. They gritted their teeth, sighed, slammed the table, slammed the plate with a knife and fork, threw wine glasses, and cursed loudly.

"Damn the Faceless Man!" In the end, all the sympathy and love everyone had for Roxi in the play turned into a curse on the Faceless Man.

"Rosie's Dream" is adapted from the real story that Dani met in the old town tavern. The young apprentice Pate, who was hopeless to be promoted, and the tavern maid Rosie, who was priced a golden dragon by her mother for the first night, and the two Wes The pure, sincere, but desperate love between the little people at the bottom of Troy, because it is so real, it is more touching than Romeo and Juliet, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai when it comes to life. Take a shot to help this pair of little mandarin ducks who are struggling in their fate.

But the appearance of Jaqen the Faceless plunged the two of them into the abyss: Pate gave up on the previous vows, and Roxie was abandoned by her "lover" and became an official waitress in desperation—a golden dragon betrayed her body , the desire to grow old with his lover turned into a dream.

This story is very touching, but after some literary embellishments, the ugly and frustrating Pate has become a handsome, tall, wise, and hopeful young man, and Roxie has a little more of Lin Daiyu's weak, red-haired girl. The unrestrained chic, Zhuo Wenjun's persistence, Zhu Yingtai's fantasy; then let their love be bumpy and changeable, and constantly clarify their love in difficulties and setbacks, that is, the sadomasochistic love of the bad street in the female channel novels, and then spread a wave of turmoil Sweet dog food—the dry and pitiful love of two low-level little people suddenly became Liang Zhu of Westeros, more legendary than Liang Zhu, and even more embarrassing.

When everyone was expecting this to be a happy ending, Pete suddenly changed his mind, and Rosie became a tavern waitress who played once.The plot changes suddenly and inexplicably.

He only said "So he is the Faceless Man" at the end, and the Faceless Man appeared only once, and he became a more hated villain than Liang Zhuzhong Ma Wencai.

Even the wise Tyrion, the old Yinbi's Uncle Finger, and the serious and rigid old Jiong scolded the Faceless after watching the play.

Sincerely and sincerely, without any reluctance.

But the dwarf is not a mortal after all. Half an hour after the end of "Roxie's Dream", the tide of boiling emotion in his chest gradually calmed down, and his rationality returned. He murmured: "Why does the style of the drama feel familiar?"

Uh, the spiritual entertainment in this world is very poor, reading books and listening to operas.

The dwarf also likes to listen to the opera.

When he was in Slaver's Bay, he often went to the Workers and Peasants Art Troupe to hang out, except to find Fennie, a female dwarf, just to listen to the opera.

Confused, he called Mill's tenor over and asked, "It's the first time I've heard "Roxie's Dream". Who is the screenwriter?"

The fat man replied, "This is a hit play from the South recently, and it's another new work by the famous playwright Dr. Wargrave."

The dwarf "Wargrave" loves reading very much, so he immediately found the name from his memory, and said in surprise: "I read his famous book "Black Wings, Swift Passing" when I was a child. the folly of crows."

The tenor was also a learned person, and nodded upon hearing the words, "I'm also fortunate to have read that book, Saint Baelor believes that the white dove symbolizes purity, and the black wings of a crow represent ominousness.

But pigeons can only be used as doves, and they don't have the ability to survive in the wild. The ferocious big crows can fight eagles. "

"The question is, how did he become a famous playwright with a doctorate in crow science?" The dwarf asked puzzled.

"He is a doctor of crow science, but his necklace can surround my belly," the tenor patted his pregnant belly, and said naturally, "Which doctor only knows one major?"

"That's true," the dwarf reluctantly agreed with the tenor's statement, and then hesitated, "Do you think the style of "Roxie's Dream"—"

"Hahaha!" Before the dwarf finished speaking, the tenor laughed loudly and said, "Like the Dragon Queen!

Of course it does.

The Dragon Queen has almost created a new genre, and everyone is imitating her, including the Bachelor of the Academy, but Dr. Wargrave has the highest level and the most similar imitation. "

"I thought I was the only one." The dwarf looked weird.

"Well, after the opera she wrote and directed in Slaver's Bay was circulated, laymen only watched it for fun, but I and other insiders were shocked when they first saw it. That kind of literary technique, that unique desire to promote before suppressing "

The tenor finally met a "civilized person" who could talk in the wild Westeros, and immediately began to talk endlessly, and began to analyze the creative techniques and conception skills of the Dragon Queen.

　(ps: Tom Seven Strings is a spy of the Brotherhood Without Banners. He specializes in helping Mrs. Stone Heart find information as a singer. At this time, he is the resident singer of the Eagle's Nest City.)

　　

　

(End of this chapter)