The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

The Throne Hall, in front of the meeting table of important ministers.

Robert was wearing armor and a long sword hanging from his waist, as if he was going out hunting.

Barristan Selmi, the captain of the Royal Forest Guard, stood beside him, dressed in brilliant white armor and a whiter cloak, tall, magnificent, and blue eyes.

"Seven levels of hell!" the king roared, "Ed, why did I find you to be the prime minister? What happened to you guys, all dumb? Where's the little finger? How many days has he been absent? The city defense team. What are you doing? No one can live or die."

"Littlefinger sent me a message this morning that he has a bit of a tricky personal matter to deal with, and it will be fine in two days." Ed threw a parchment roll in the middle of the conference table.

Scholar Paisier stood up tremblingly, looking very strenuous, stretched out his freckled hand, took the parchment roll on the table, unfolded it, and glanced at it: "Your Majesty, it's the handwriting of the little finger."

Paisier handed the scroll respectfully to Robert, who was flushed with excitement.

"I don't care what little finger is. Now, I want you to make a decision right away." Robert ignored the letter that Pasier handed to him. He is the first time since Ed Stark was the prime minister of the court, he has participated in a meeting of imperial ministers. Unexpectedly, he came enthusiastically, but the fiercest quarrel with Ed Stark occurred.

The imperial court minister-the king's third brother-Duke of Wind's Breath Castle Lanly Baratheon-the Minister of Justice in the court, with a charming smile on his face, his clothes are exquisitely decorated, and his cuffs and collars are used Baratheon’s crowned stag was embroidered with gold thread. He is young and handsome, with bright and humble eyes. He sat there casually, but the brilliance seemed to be concentrated on him alone, as if he was a pearl. Compared with him, the scented powdery Varys next to him was like a funny actor.

And Ed Stark compared to him, he is a beautiful jade, and Ed is a bleak stone.

Renly Baratheon was not affected by the roar of his brother Robert. On the contrary, he smiled more charmingly, showing two rows of neat white jade-like teeth: "Master Ed, why are you firmly opposed to Wa Reese's assassination plan?"

"She is still a child." Ed Stark said.

"But she is a Targaryen, and she has an older brother Viserys Targaryen by her side, and now she is married to Dothrakhma king Drogo Kao, and Drogo Kao is said to have more than one hundred thousand slack Cavalry." Paxier said slowly, and while sitting down slowly, he paused for a while, "It won't be long before Daenerys's legs are opened and a dragon will be born."

"But what if she is the daughter of her?" Ed said stiffly.

"You don't trust the destiny of the kingdom on fertility. This is ridiculous." Bachelor Paisier said, "What if he gives birth to more than one dragon in a row? Lord Ed, when the time comes, the dragons will bring Doss. The Lak people crossed the sea, and the Seven Kingdoms will destroy their lives. Your momentary kindness will cause boundless suffering for the people of the Seven Kingdoms in the future.

"It's so decided, a sharp knife, a man of guts. I want Daenerys to die with his stupid brother Visiris." Robert said, his voice sounded like a drum.

"Daenerys is only fourteen years old." Ed Stark said coldly, "Robert, are you scared by a fourteen-year-old girl?"

"You **** idiot!" Robert was furious. "Think about how your father died, you idiot, idiot, idiot, and think about your brother, and your sister Leona. She was caught by Rega. How many times have been taken after the abduction, once or twice or hundreds of times." The king was so excited, his black beard wandered endlessly, "I want to kill all the evil species in the Targaryen family and pee on their graves."

"The Dorakak people don’t take a boat. They are nothing without horseback. So, even if Daenerys gives birth to a son in the future, we don’t have to be afraid. If they dare to attack Westeros, we will take them together. Drive into the sea, let them come and go.” Ed Stark said stubbornly.

"In that case, instead of dying thousands of people in the future, it is better to die now only two people: Daenerys and Viselis." Varys said softly, and the smile on his smooth fat face made Eddy · Stark feels very sick.

"Who are you going to let? Your news only comes from the other side of the narrow sea thousands of miles away. I doubt the accuracy of these news." Ed Stark pointed his stubborn sword at Varys.

This is a brash man who is ready to bite everyone with his teeth, for the simple principle in his heart.

Varys said softly, "Master Ed, dare you to doubt my source."

"Then who gave you the news, may I ask?"

"Jorah Mormont!"

"An exile with no honor, I regret being escaped by him."

"A dead Chora is not as useful as a living Chora."

"Stop discussing." Robert yelled like a huge thunder. "It's so decided, I want them to die. Varys, send your little bird, tell Jora Mormont, kill Daenerys and Viselis, all his charges are forgiven."

"As you wish, Your Majesty," Varys said softly.

"Then you don't want me to stamp it." Ed Stark said coldly.

He was stubborn as a frozen rock in the north. Whoever runs into him will be splashed with blood and cold to the bones.

"Seven levels of hell." Robert groaned in pain, "You all come and persuade him. Ed, if you weren't my brother, I would now split your head with an axe and look at your head. What is it inside."

The Duke of Lanly stood up hurriedly to complete the battle. His personality charm is unmatched in King's Landing. Even the little beggar on the street has a good feeling for him: "Your Majesty, I think things are clear, you are also hunting. Time is up. Sir Barristan Selme, please assist our King to fight back a **** bear. Lord Ed..."

Ed Stark didn't appreciate it, and said coldly: "Pixier University Fellow, what's your final opinion?"

"I support His Majesty's decision."

"Me too." Varys said softly, raising a hand full of incense powder. "If the little finger is there, I believe he will also raise his hand. In that case, then I represent the little finger. Now." Varispi smiled and raised his other hand.

Ed was suffocated, he didn't need to ask Duke Lanly, he must also support the king's decision.

Ed Stark turned his hopeful gaze to the captain of the Royal Forest Guard-the fearless Barristan Selmi: "Sir Barristan, your loyalty and integrity are unmatched, so what's your opinion? ?"

The king stared angrily at his captain of the guard. Back then, the captain fought **** battles. In order to defend the Targaryen royal family, he killed many of Robert and Ed’s partners. When he was finally caught, everyone advocated killing him. Sir Ton also advocated letting him slowly peel Barristan Selmi.

But Robert is unwilling. Robert thinks that killing someone who fought to the end for honor and loyalty is a shameful thing. Robert pardoned Sir Barristan and asked him to be his captain of the Iron Guard again.

Barristan Selmi said: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, this time, I am on Lord Ed Stark's side. Assassinating a fourteen-year-old girl is not honorable anyway."

"Go to your honor." The king roared angrily, striding out the door, "I won't talk to you pigheads anymore. In short, I will kill all the evil breeds of the Long Family." He Walked to the door and stopped, Sir Barristan hurriedly followed.

"Ed, learn from your child Robb Stark. He came to King and gave me my favorite bacon, the queen’s favorite fur, Toman’s favorite wooden horse colored stone, Symir Favorite sequin sculptures, Varys, Paisier, Littlefinger, Metropolitan Guard, the two knights of the Redwin family, and the courtiers. He gave gifts, courteous and gentle."

"Look at you again, this matter is not honest enough, that matter is not honorable enough. My goodness, you can't put away your bad temper a little bit and learn to change a little? Robb Stark gave a lot of things He came out, but everyone gave him more things back. All the bullock carts filled with him still couldn't fit. My god, his wooden box is really big enough."

"His Majesty!"

Ed wanted to say it again, interrupted by the king's wave of his hand: "Shut up, I'm afraid I won't hold it back, cut off your head and stick it on the tip of the gun on the wall."

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First lead a little bit of mother's thread. After the competition, the story of the dragon mother is revealed.