The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

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night.

The king's prime minister and courtiers and nobles compete in the martial arts field.

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The king leads the tent area, and the queen has a big tent.

"I want to make sure to win tomorrow, no matter what method is used." Cersei said lightly, "make sure, it's not so many accidents like today."

"Tomorrow I have won." Gregor said, his tone is unquestionable, "Tomorrow, the honor belongs to the West, I swear by my life."

"Pixier, will the hound die?" Cersei turned suddenly, without warning.

"Your Majesty, I have tried my best, I am afraid I can't save him."

"How many days does he have?"

"Not sure, maybe two days, maybe half a month, his internal organs are bleeding, his spine is broken, even if he is cured, he can't ride a horse."

"There is no other way?" The little devil became irritable. "There must be other ways?" He walked around, for example, "Is his black magic or something."

Both Cersei and Pasier are little demons who look at visibly disturbed like idiots.

"Rescuing is also disabled? Then I am really sad for the hound." Cersei said without sadness.

"Bah!" Moshan spit on the carpet fiercely, looking at Cersei, angrily.

Cersei didn't change her face, and she didn't change her face. "What can you do to ensure you win tomorrow? There is nothing wrong."

"Devil Mountain itself is the greatest guarantee." Devil Mountain said anxiously, "I will knock down all the three imps tomorrow, all."

"Poison needle, poison, laxative for the horse?" Cersei said, "anything will do, as long as you can win."

Moshan's eyes were round and round, like the red eyes of a bullock. He looked at Cersei for a while, and left without saying a word.

"We need manpower now. People like Hounds are hard to find. Cobain of the blood theater troupe may be able to save his life." The little devil kept walking around, "The blood theater troupe was destroyed, but Cobain was not dead. "

*

On the aristocratic stand of the competition field, the lights are shining like daylight.

Littlefinger Petil Bellissy sat far away from Will and the others. He took a bite of the fragrant roast pork, and the golden oil flowed down his chin onto his mustache.

Attendant Green stood beside Count Petyr, bowing humbly, and he sat without permission.

"Master Petir, I have a small way to ensure that the Northern Knights will win the pike tournament tomorrow."

"Sure to win?"

"We will definitely win."

Petir was obviously not interested in winning or losing the game. He glanced at Will on the other side of the long table and continued to concentrate on the roast suckling pig in front of him.

Green understood, and walked gently to Will: "My lord, I have a plan to ensure that I will win the Magic Mountain and the Hundred Flower Knights tomorrow."

"Oh, let's talk about it."

Green noticed Will's eyes narrowed slightly, his confidence increased, and he said, "The only difficulty is that Jon Amber and Harris Moran would not do this out of knighthood. "

"It is worthwhile to win 40,000 golden dragons and sacrifice a bit of fame, let alone dealing with the magic mountain, any means can be called open and upright."

"My lord's opinion." With a narrow smile on the corner of Green's mouth, Will whispered softly.

Will nodded and said, "Sit down!"

Green sat down across from Will, the table full of meat, fragrant fresh bread, all kinds of wine, and the waiter shuttled in and out.

The king spends money, not water, but a tornado pattern.

Behind the center of the martial arts field, various conjurers, singing singers, dancing dancers, jesters and moon boys, clowns and poets, the prosperous enjoyment is nothing more than that.

These are all joys piled up on the treasury, which is already empty.

Green began to feast on.

"You are full, you are responsible for getting things done," Will said.

"Me?" Green held a piece of freshly baked bread in his mouth, golden wine in his hand, and a piece of slightly greasy grilled dog meat in his other hand. Meaty smelling.

"Yes, you!" Will said.

"I can't get into the Prime Minister's Tower."

"Wait, I will go back with Arya, Bran, Sansa, and their dance teacher Silio Freer."

"Yes, my lord."

"Have you found all the boats Master Petir wants you to find?"

"Yes, my lord, the merchant ship of Braavos, the Storm."

"Where is the big wooden box?"

"All have been on the boat, my lord."

"All empty?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Customs tax patrol sailors won't go up and check it."

"My lord, Master Petil's ship, which customs and taxation officer dare to go up and investigate?"

"Tomorrow you and Count Petyr will go buy some food and clothing and put them on the ship, fill the boxes."

"Yes, my lord."

"Can I trust you?"

"My lord does not trust Petyr, but he absolutely trusts Green. Petyr is a central minister, but Green is an unknown person, and his life cannot be guaranteed at any time."

*

Inside the tent of the Duke of Lanly.

Lan Li and dozens of his Windbreath Knights were drinking happily.

The attendant outside shouted, the tent curtain was lifted, and the flower knight Sir Loras Tyrell, who was as beautiful as the moon and smiling, stepped forward.

Lan Li was overjoyed, stood up hurriedly, greeted him, clinging to each other, and sat up together.

Loras Tyrell was raised in Wind's Breath when he was a child and was a servant of Renly Baratheon. The relationship between the two people has been very close since they were young, and the knights and attendants of Wind's Breath knew that they were like brothers.

Loras's bravery is not only a spear, he is proficient in swordsmanship, axes, and maces.

He is also recognized as a beautiful man in the Seven Kingdoms: long brown hair and beautiful golden eyes. All the little girls in the Seven Kingdoms want to get on his bed, and all the boys want to have his flawless beauty.

Loras and Lan Li were sitting together, the charm and brilliance of the two people overshadowed all the knights in the tabernacle... They were Minghui and beautiful jade against each other, and the others instantly became vulgar stones.

"I thought of an idea to make sure you can win the magic mountain." Duke Lanly whispered intimately in Loras's ear.

"What idea?"

Duke Lanly chuckled lightly and told his plan.

"You let me fight the Devil Mountain tomorrow?"

"Victory against the Devil Mountain and become famous in the Seven Kingdoms. Even if the Northern Territory Kid wins the game in the end, the glory will not overshadow your reputation."

*

The next day, the finals of the lance competition.

The first to appear was Gregor Clegane, the magic mountain of the West. He rode a mighty war horse-but a toy horse compared to his size-passing the noble platform to greet the king and queen. He did not look at Ed Stark, the prime minister, even though this was the first military conference.

Then there was the flower knight Loras Tyrell. As soon as he appeared, he wore a rose cloak decorated with white and red roses. The audience cheered, and the noble ladies collectively stood up and waved to him. Sansa was full of joy at the gift and praise of his red rose, and her whole body was hot.

But Arya did not take Lolas seriously, thinking that a man was more beautiful than a woman, lacking in spirit, and definitely not a true hero. Bran completely agrees with Arya's point of view, and believes that in nine years, at the age of sixteen, martial arts will inevitably surpass Loras Tyrell: it's no problem to stabbing him under the gun. Sansa was very upset about this.

The flower knight Loras Tyrell came to the King and Queen Prime Minister, dismounted, and knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty, for the sake of the old and new gods, please give me the honor of challenging the magic mountain."

The war horse Hululu, a general who came on horseback, also jumped off the war horse and knelt on one knee to caress his chest: "Your Majesty the King, Your Majesty the Queen, in the name of the old and new gods, please grant me the honor of challenging the magic mountain."

Come to have a fierce body, kneeling side by side with the Hundred Flower Knight, but much taller than the Hundred Flower Knight: just like adults and children.

The Jon Amber family of the last Hearth City in the North is the family with the blood of giants that the people of the North have always said, and its family crest is the roaring giant who broke the silver chain. The family members are also tall and burly like giants.

Little Jon Amber, compared with Devil Mountain, is not much different in height, but one size smaller, but more aggressive and agile.

With the sound of horseshoes, Harris Moran stepped forward to greet the King and Queen Prime Minister. He was smiling, humble and polite, and did not participate in the fight.

King Robert stood up and laughed: "Okay, young hero, as it should be. Jon Amber, I can't give you this honor, but I hope the gods bless you to win the final victory. Hundred Flowers Knight , Get up, I, the king of the Andals, the Roinas and the "Ancestors", the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the guardian of the whole world, and Robert I of the Bara Theon family, declare here to challenge the magic mountain Your honor belongs to you: Sir Loras Tyrell."