Being named after Shenlong, this inn naturally has a strong official background. Knowing that there would be great benefits if the first meeting between the leaders of the two sides was successfully organized, the owner of the inn also put in all his efforts.
The menu includes "animals in the mountains, swallows in the clouds, cattle and sheep on land and fresh food from the sea", and special dishes are added according to the tastes of Snorri and Yinyin, such as the tender roasted whole lamb that puts the blue sheep in urgent need of protection. .
If you want to make the most authentic tender roasted whole lamb, the raw materials must be wild young rams around Shanhu Castle. The dwarves swear that the unique water quality of Blackwater Lake gives them an extraordinary taste, so much so that they are favored by the Chosen and the Mother Goddess.
In order to please the King of Southland, the roast lamb at the banquet was transported thousands of miles from Shanhu Castle. In order to ensure that it arrives in good health, it must be cared for by dedicated personnel along the way.
In terms of drinks, in addition to the top-quality wines from the Dwarves, Cathays and Lizardmen, there was even a Lotus Jade Dew that only Slanns were entitled to enjoy. This refreshing treasure is collected by the most astute Skink Priests in the early hours of the morning from wild Soul Lotuses deep in the rainforest.
"The commander led his troops all the way to plow the palace and sweep the palace. Xiaoxiao, who is afraid of the sea, will naturally have no choice but to flee in the face of your dragon power. But after half a year of expedition, it is inevitable that we will be tired. Let's not talk about business today. Let's eat and drink well!"
Snorri was in a very good mood, and he couldn't help but lick his lips when he looked at Minglong sitting opposite. It's just that even if other participants at the banquet noticed something strange about the King of the South, they wouldn't think about it at all, and the dwarves and Cathay Dragons couldn't stand a chance.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the guests and hosts in the banquet hall had a great time while complimenting each other. Minglong also wanted to act modest, and it was obvious that Snorri was a qualified ally in her opinion.
"Sir, in my humble opinion, just drinking wine is inevitably tasteless. Can you allow the little girl to play a song to cheer up the entertainment?"
As if she knew that her master was not interested in the feasting and bragging activities that male creatures love most, the female officer named Jiuniang stood up and took the initiative to invite her to play the flute.
The Dwarf King had also considered the entertainment show during the banquet, but the high elf singing and dancing performed by the housekeeper at Shenlong Inn was not convenient to show in front of a large number of dwarves - although Snorri suspected that there were some clan members besides himself who came secretly." Get the latest updates on Feud” too.
"Woo! Didu!"
Snorri paid a lot of attention to this mature-looking and intellectual female Jade Blood Tribe, and it was natural for her to request her. After Jiuniang bowed, she took off the flute from her waist and started playing.
As the head of the female officials, in addition to being proficient in music, she also has profound magical attainments. She can skillfully send the melodious flute sound directly to the ears of the target audience through the noisy surroundings.
"The sound of someone's jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the divine wind, filling the south city. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturnal song, who can't help but feel the love of his hometown."
There is little room for music in the dwarven society. These simple guys prefer the "ding" sound caused by the chisel hitting the ore, the hammer hitting the anvil, or even the crisp collision sound of gold coins flowing in the palm of their hands.
Hearing the old folk music again after many years, combined with the shock of seeing the dragon, suddenly moved Snorri to his heart, and he unceremoniously borrowed a famous poem from the Shixian.
"What a poem! What a poem!"
"How could this person from outside the country be so talented!"
"The words are well spoken, the language is simple but the artistic conception is long. It is a masterpiece!"
Even though Shixian's famous lines have undergone slight changes, they have attracted waves of admiration. The description of the homesickness caused by the sound of the flute echoed the common thoughts of both Cathayans and dwarves present.
In order to appear on the east coast of the Southland, the dwarves left the mountains of the old world, while the Cathayans went on a half-year voyage. Who wouldn't miss home in this situation? But none of the guests knew that Snorri was not thinking about the snow-capped mountains of Eternity.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"Good! Wan'er once said that she respects the customs of our Cathay and is willing to learn my Chinese writing. Today, when I see you, my literary talent will surpass that of many doctors in my house. This poem should be like a white wine!"
Yinyin's beautiful eyes flashed, and she stood up and gave Snorri a toast. She is an immortal dragon god who lives as long as heaven and earth. Although political level has nothing to do with blood, Mu Shou's thousands of years are enough to develop a sufficient sense of smell.
In her eyes, this impromptu poem by the Dwarf King represents a lot of deep-seated information, such as strong learning ability, sufficient wisdom, and in-depth understanding of his own country, etc. This made Yinyin think of Snorri. The evaluation has been raised a notch again.
"Don't you dare dare! As the saying goes, articles are made by nature, but by chance they can be found by good hands!" Snorri laughed, and without blushing, he added another sentence.
"Girl is a little lonely just playing the flute. Can you let me recite a poem to answer the question?" Snorri picked up the wine glass and stood up while searching quickly in his mind.
"That's why I don't dare to ask you to listen." Jiuniang smiled sweetly and raised the flute to her mouth to prepare.
"Well, then I'll show off my humiliation! Singing over wine, life is just like the morning dew, and the past days will be more miserable.
. I have guests, harp blowing Sheng. "
Snorri raised his glass, walked around, and blurted out a famous piece by Cao Gong in a melody. On the one hand, in order to meet the occasion, on the other hand, there is no Zhou Dynasty in China, and there is no allusion about Zhou Gong spitting food, so he thought that it would be done if he played the harp and the sheng.
"What a big heart and courage!"
The sound of the flute stopped halfway, and those who could understand the Sinian language were shocked by the generosity in it.
"Your Excellency, this poem seems to be unfinished, and there is a slight feeling that the meaning is not yet complete."
Yinyin's eyes narrowed slightly, and she stared at Snorri, trying to see more from him. Some of the messages sent back by his subordinates over the years seemed a bit absurd to the Dragon Emperor's daughter, but after meeting him today, there was something really unique about this dwarf.
"I'm a little tired. Let's go back to the ship and rest." Yinyin turned his neck and looked around. "Farewell, I will have a banquet with the treasure ship at noon tomorrow, and I will treat you to the feast."
The middle- and lower-level officers below were already drunk and would naturally have no objections. After seeing the guests off, Snorri suddenly discovered that Uncle Xu of the Jade Blood Tribe had stayed behind.
"Your Majesty, I have something that I don't understand. May I ask what Zijin in your poem means?" The old man bowed his head to the ground.
"Isn't there a Book of Songs handed down from your country?" Snorri asked with a frown. He didn't expect that the old man wanted to say this.
"Here, how do you know this? What is the connection between that object and Zijin?" Uncle Xu's face changed greatly when he heard this, and there was even a faint stream of sweat running down his temples.
"What Wan'er said, isn't this still a secret? Uh, no, maybe we are talking about different things?" Snorri suddenly remembered the strange look of the female official of the Jade Blood Tribe who hesitated to speak and hesitated.
