"Your vow … is only half complete. There's still … Arya," the cloaked person said with the sound of a blade scraping against glass.
"Let the Deviant Ghosts take that brat away. I've searched the entire Three River Basin and haven't heard anything. Where am I supposed to find her?" the man complained.
"Your … sacred vow. Before it's complete, you must … listen to me. Even if one day … I'm no longer around, you have to continue." The cloaked person's voice was emotionless.
"I wasn't even this loyal to the Mad King back then," the man who looked like a lion's head said angrily.
"If you had always been … loyal to me, you wouldn't have … today's disaster."
The cloaked person usually didn't talk so much. Today, seeing her daughter getting married and her son-in-law being so young and handsome, she was too excited.
"Can I meet Tyrion? That bastard killed my father and then my uncle. I have to ask him personally where he got his grudge from. "
The man who looked like a furious lion glanced at the dwarf who was teasing Fearless with Yalaine from the corner of his eye and gritted his teeth.
"No, we … are about to … take action. Don't … mess up the plan," the cloaked person said sternly.
"Cersei … married You Lun. For the sake of my vow, I've sacrificed too much," the lion-headed man said sorrowfully.
"Hiss —"
Suddenly, the sky darkened. The thin winter sun was covered by shadows. The loud and sonorous roar of a beast shook the Moon Gate Castle slightly.
"Wow, Bellerion, Black Death God Bellerion!"
"True Dragon, True Dragon!"
"True Dragon Targaryen!"
"Long live the True Dragon!"
The pterosaur spread its wings and covered the sky, pushing the atmosphere to its peak.
Black Death God Bellerion landed on the marble square. Its huge body was like a thick wall, blocking the king and queen behind it.
But soon, everyone saw the king holding the queen's hand and walking up the flight of wings. They sat on the dragon's saddle and fastened the belt.
"Whoosh —" The huge leather wings stirred up a tornado near the square. The cloak of the cloaked person was blown off, revealing a dead person's scarred face.
It was Madam Stoneheart. She had come to attend her daughter's wedding.
"Ssss —"
Bellerion leaped up. It would take the king and queen to tour the cities of the valley.
"So big! Even the scorpion crossbow wouldn't be able to kill him, right? I heard that even Queen Sansa will become a dragon knight? "
The lion-headed man stroked his messy beard and narrowed his eyes at the Megalosaurus that was flying away in the sky. He cursed in a low voice, "This damn world is becoming more and more unfamiliar to me."
"Soon, almost complete … revenge … recapture Winterfell …" the cloaked man put on his cloak and muttered.
Aegon brought Sansa back to the Moon Gate Castle before dark to attend the formal wedding ceremony.
When the queen came down from the pterosaur, she was sneezing and shivering. Her cherry blossom face and rose-red lips were blue and black.
She wore too little and was too cold.
"My dear, it's cold in the winter. Next time, change into a thick fur coat and wear a windproof helmet. You'll feel much better." Aegon comforted his newlywed wife gently.
Back in the king and queen's bedroom (Duke Arryn's original residence), Queen Sansa warmed herself by the fire for a while. Only then did she regain her beauty like a thawed lake.
For the banquet, both of them had changed their attire. Aegon wore black breeches, a crimson and gold jacket embroidered with gold thread, and the Dragon King's crown that Illyrio had gifted him.
Compared to the impulsive youth at Slaver's Bay, he now had the calm bearing of a king.
Sansa, on the other hand, changed into the crimson dress that represented the Targaryens. Her slender waist was tight, and the tight corset revealed her shoulders and upper half of her breasts, accentuating her snow-white skin and her slender figure like a willow branch.
The queen's cheekbones were exquisite, her blue eyes were clear, and her thick red hair draped over her white bare shoulders to her waist. On her forehead was a slender and simple crown inlaid with hexagonal rubies.
The crown held her hair, ensuring that her exquisite cheekbones and delicate features were not covered.
The two of them held hands, their fingers interlocked, and smiled at each other. Under the protection of Brittany and the knights, they entered the venue together, causing countless cheers and whistles.
Joffrey's wedding banquet was unprecedentedly luxurious. There were a total of seventy-seven dishes, a rarity in the world.
Although seventy-seven dishes were not enough for Zhang Juzheng to eat, in Westeros, or even on a global scale, seventy-seven dishes were rare extravagance.
It wasn't that the people of this world were thrifty, but that it was difficult to gather so many recipes and the corresponding chefs.
Many of Joffrey's seventy-seven dishes were actually repeated. For example, there were all kinds of pies and meat pies. Almost every kind of filling counted as a dish.
Aegon also gathered seventy-seven dishes this time.
He was better than Emperor Joe. He learned a lot of Eastern dishes from Aunt Danny in Slave Bay, such as steamed fish head with chili peppers, white chopped chicken, garlic crayfish …
In a religious culture that worshiped "seven", seven dishes were too few. Even the Dragon Queen, the soul of China, found it difficult to gather all seventy-seven dishes. Only seventy-seven was the most suitable.
During the banquet, there were naturally all kinds of entertainment programs, acrobatics, midget martial arts competitions, opera …
The focus was on the opera.
At the opening, Tom of the Seven Strings performed "Winter Snow Rose" which praised the direwolf, "Corolla Knight King" which flattered the Dragon Queen, and "The Girl, the Virgin and the Crone" which pleased the Seven Gods, while "My Beloved Temperament" expressed the love of the King to the Queen, causing the venue to be filled with the laughter and cheers of young boys and girls.
In addition to these orthodox programs, there were also a large number of rural obscenities and novelty plays. Because the theme and content were relatively new, even appearing in front of people for the first time, they were far more popular than traditional operas that had been heard thousands of times.
For example, "Tavern Girl Rosie's Dream" told the story of a pure girl's step-by-step depravity.
The singer was a big fat man from Mill, a very famous tenor on the other side of the narrow sea. He sang in a mellow tone, "… That year, I went to the river of flowers and fruits, under the peach tree, I saw a face more beautiful than the peach blossoms. I went forward in a daze, but saw under the apricot tree on the other side, a handsome young man looking at her from afar, love rippling between them like the sea. I was dejected and silently retreated …"
The music changed from the light and cheerful dream of lilacs to a soothing tune with melancholy and blessings.
"This year, I went to the river with golden ears of wheat. In the tavern, I saw a girl as beautiful as a rose. I didn't even have to go up to her. She wrapped her arms around my neck with a smile as sweet as honey and kissed me …"
The rhythm of the music suddenly sped up, with a kind of intoxicating atmosphere.
After that, there were a lot of indescribable scenes of love, all kinds of moves, all kinds of tastes, the men couldn't control themselves, the women's cheeks were rosy, and their eyes were watery.
"... I awoke with a start, and she asked me for a copper barley. She laughed and said she was once worth a gold royal! I asked, what about the young man, she stopped laughing, she told me a dream, her dream … "
The music became sad.
The audience suddenly cooled down from their previous excitement, they gritted their teeth, sighed, slammed the table, slammed the plate with knives and forks, threw the wine glass, cursed loudly …
"Damn Faceless One!" In the end, all the sympathy and love for Rosie in the play turned into curses for Faceless One.
Why?
In "Tavern Girl Rosie's Dream", 99.999% of the content was romantic stories, and had nothing to do with Faceless One, and the plot didn't even describe Faceless One positively.
It only said "So he is Faceless One" at the end, that's all.
Even the wise Tyrion, the cunning Uncle Fingers, and the serious and rigid Old Face all scolded Faceless One.
They were sincere, without the slightest reluctance.
But the dwarf was not a mortal, half an hour after "Rosie's Dream" ended, the boiling emotions in his chest gradually calmed down, his reason returned, and he murmured: "The style of the play, why do I feel a little familiar?"
Uh, the spiritual entertainment in this world is very poor, reading books and watching plays.
Dwarfs also like to watch plays.
When he was in Slave Bay, he often hung out with the Workers and Peasants Arts Troupe. Other than looking for female midgets, he also came to watch opera.
With doubts, he called Mill over and asked: "This is the first time I've heard" Rosie's Dream ", who is the screenwriter?"
The fat man replied: "This is a recent hit from the South, another new work by the famous playwright Dr. Wargrave."
"Wargrave …" The dwarf loved to read, and immediately found the name in his memory, and said in surprise: "I read his famous book" Black Wings, Swift Transmission "when I was a child, and the book ridiculed Saint Bailey's foolish attempt to replace the raven with pigeons."
The tenor was also a learned person, and nodded: "I also had the honor to read that book, Saint Bailey believed that the white pigeon symbolized purity, and the black wings of the raven represented misfortune.
But pigeons can only be used as pigeons, and they don't have the ability to survive in the wild, while the fierce raven can fight with the eagle. "
"The question is, how did he become a famous playwright when he was just a Doctor of Raven?" The dwarf wondered.
"He is a Doctor of Raven, but his necklace can encircle my belly," the tenor patted his pregnant belly, and said matter-of-factly, "Which doctor only knows one profession?"
"That's true," the dwarf reluctantly agreed with the tenor, and said hesitantly: "Don't you think the style of" Rosie's Dream "—"
"Hahaha!" Without waiting for the dwarf to finish, the tenor laughed and said: "It's like Dragon Queen!
Of course it is.
Dragon Queen has almost created a new genre, and everyone is imitating her, even the scholars of the City of Knowledge. It's just that Dr. Wargrave's level is the highest, and his imitation is the most accurate. "
"I thought I was the only one …" The dwarf had a strange look on his face.
"Sigh, after the opera she wrote and directed in Slave Bay spread, the laymen just watched for fun, but the insiders like me were shocked when I saw it for the first time. That literary technique, that unique suppression of desire … "
The tenor finally met a "civilized person" he could talk to in the wild Westeros, and immediately began to analyze Dragon Queen's creative technique and conception skills.
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