Game of Thrones: The Strongest Guoguang

Chapter 127 Fried Chicken Set
Playing the hymns is Mark Rossi from Acorn Hall next to Noble Heart.

He was very nervous, fearing that the audience and judges would be disappointed by his performance, but his singing was still melodious.

This is related to his experience.

He once followed the refugees to King's Landing, but the Cathedral no longer welcomes them and refuses to help them.

It was Rhaenyla who saved the half-dead poor in the flea nests.

Mark Rossi started his life again, bought a lyre, and made a living by singing in taverns.

When word spread that the Poets Conference was taking place, he was the first to sign up.

However, when he picked up the piano, he felt how empty and boring the previous performance was.

After experiencing many hardships, the acclaimed singing that once made him even less energetic.

So he bit the bullet and made up a poem, accompanied by the best tune he ever composed during his wanderings:

I saw the queen, she crowned herself.

When winter comes, there is a garden in Winter.

The branches of the heart tree are overgrown, covered with snowflakes.

The people in the castle light the gas lamps, they need to be fed.

Before the winter wind passed, there was a period of warm air.

In the wrong and beautiful spring, people work, chat, rest, and even mistake their hometown for a foreign country in their dreams.

The children are in dire straits, they are wretches in desperate need of fantasy,

And princess, you are the garden in the winter.

……

However, to his surprise, all the audience and judges present cheered and applauded for him.

"Okay, Mark Rossi, your poetry is very beautiful!" Ranila said with satisfaction.

"Ah, this..." Several aristocratic judges with appreciative ability blushed, but when they saw Rhaenila holding up the number plate indicating approval without hesitation.

They had no choice but to smile and follow.

"This poem is really ordinary..." a nobleman whispered to his companion, smirking at the cheering audience.

"But I can't help the princess and the common people like it." The companion also smirked and replied in a low voice.

"But I still have a small suggestion." Rhaenyla smiled from the bottom of her heart.

"In addition to being beautiful, my piety is also recognized by the Seven Gods and the church, and my dragon..."

Syracuse raised his head slightly in the center of the square, as if to show his strength and confidence to everyone.

After hinting at how the contestant should praise her, Rhaenila nodded affirmatively to Mark Rossi.

"Next contestant!"

The poet who came on stage next played and sang the story of the night when a seaside nobleman met a beautiful girl and won her menarche.

Rhaenyla naturally found such stories very boring, but his playing and singing were very popular among the nobles.

What impressed Rhainila later was a poet from the north, and the stories he told were based on the battles of human beings in the long night.

"People who have not cried bitterly in the long night are not qualified to talk about life." The vicissitudes of life and the old voice brought the story to an end.

……

The excitement lasted from early morning to evening, and Rhaenyla announced that today's activities ended here, and the celebration will still be held tomorrow.

The cheers of the civilians were a little hoarse, but their satisfaction and joy could still be heard.

Not only did they feast their ears, even the prostitutes in the "Sweet Kiss House" canvassed votes for the contestants, and said that the winning contestants could get their entertainment for free, which made some poets from afar lament. This line.

When the poet conference was held, the taverns and restaurants also carried out some warm-up activities, which added a lot of style to the excitement in the city.

Wendy Piper, the youngest son of Pink City, returned to his residence after a tour in King’s Landing—their family did not buy real estate in King’s Landing, and they either stayed at relatives’ or friends’ homes or rented hotels every time they came.

"Seven Gods, King's Landing is no longer so dirty and smelly, those mercenary regiments are really awesome!"

On the way back just now, Wendy happened to meet a mercenary group returning from a mission. They were like a parade, accepting people's attention as a matter of course. Different from the numbness and fear in the eyes before, Wendy saw that people Respect for knights.

"I wish I could become a real knight sooner!" Wendy was still at the age of a servant, and she almost signed up to join the mercenary regiment just now when her mind got hot.

"Guest, what kind of dinner do you want?" The hotel owner greeted the nobles sitting in the hall with a smile on his face.

"Bring up your special dishes, if they are unpalatable, your restaurant will be destroyed." The elders of the Piper family made a kind joke.

"It was recommended by the princess, fried chicken and beer set! There are also fish and chips! Special discount for the Poets Conference!"

"Recommended by the princess? Does Your Highness know how to cook food?"

"Of course, there are many delicacies invented by the princesses in the Red Castle. In addition, many chickens and ducks have been domesticated in Yulin and surrounding villages and towns. They use beans and livestock fat to extract oil, so fried chicken is the latest trend to eat. Law."

"Besides, there are some recommendations from Her Royal Highness..." the owner of the inn talked eloquently, and Wendy swallowed the saliva secreted from her mouth with all kinds of delicacies.

"Hey, why are there so many delicacies now, and the prices are even lower, do you guys still make money?" A nobleman inadvertently noticed this.

Of course there is profit, the inn owner said silently in his heart, in fact, without the oppression of some nobles for no apparent reason, and the troubles caused by the mercenaries in the city, the inn not only has better business, but also earns more than before.

Her Royal Highness is not joking, and has really put her mind into building the city. This is the consensus of every king leader.

Therefore, the praise of the poet at the conference will win everyone's support and welcome: as long as the princess protects the rights and interests of citizens and farmers, she is the best princess in the world!

"Ordinary people may not be able to afford things like fried chicken. Her Royal Highness prepared them for the nobles. It's not a villain's bragging. It's really these delicacies that have a special flavor..."

Hearing the hard-working recommendation from the hotel owner, the members of the Piper family no longer hesitated, but everyone came with a piece of fried chicken, beer and special food.

Soon, the delicious food with strong fragrance was brought up plate by plate.

"This chicken is so delicious!" Young people like Wendy were quickly overwhelmed by the taste buds of fried chicken, and the elder Petyr Piper reprimanded him for his lack of dining etiquette.

"But, it's really delicious." Wendy blushed, thinking helplessly.

While the civilians and nobles in the city were enjoying their dinner, Rhaenyla was also feeding a certain "guest" in her courtyard.

"Aw..." The giant lion was starved for a day, and lay on the ground weakly, like a salted fish that had been dried in the sun.

Rhaenyra dangled a lamb leg in front of the giant lion.

"Goo..." There was a sound from the belly of a certain giant beast, which made her laugh out loud.

"How?" The giant lion lazily did not respond, but some transparent liquid flowed from the corner of its mouth.

Rhaenyla stroked the giant lion's mane, well, it was very soft.

Unlike the shadow lynx, which is slightly cold and has short and thin body hair, the giant lion is like a large wool pillow, which must be very comfortable as a cushion!

As for the dragon... Sometimes Rhaenyra hates Syrax's butt: the dragon's body is covered with bones and spikes, and even its wings have a thick layer of hard horny, like burned rock.

Although there is a dragon saddle, people will still get tired after sitting for a long time...Well, this is Versailles, and ordinary people are not qualified to ride it.

The giant lion's tail stood up and swayed in mid-air, as if it was very relaxed, and did not show any hostility towards Rhaenyla.

However... this is because Syrax's huge dragon head is staring at it in front of it, making it afraid to act rashly.

"Oh..." The lion stood up and revealed his thoughts to Rhaenyla.

"Haha, my new pet, hello!"

(End of this chapter)