Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1073 If God Gives Me Another Chance - I Choose Small Bowl

"She really doesn't seem to like me." The dwarf leaned cross-legged on the kang, grinning wryly while picking his teeth.

The dinner was sumptuous, very un-Westerosi.

There is only one big hot pot, mandarin duck pot, with dragon pepper and beef bone pot bottom, and a delicious broth made of prawns and salmon bones.

More than a dozen plates are piled high with potato chips, mushrooms, green vegetables, fried tofu, fish fillets, mutton slices, tripe, etc.

The dwarf thought it was just him, Sansa and the little princess, but Theon, two boys, one big and one small, and even Brienne, all took off their boots and sat cross-legged around the table.

During the dinner, he teased little Danni many times, teased her with jokes, and told stories about overseas countries to attract her.

He was very careful, but the effect was not very good.

"She" Sansa hesitated for a moment, then sighed: "She is very smart, she should have guessed the relationship between the two of us."

Tyrion was taken aback, and asked, "Has she seen Aegon?"

Sansa shook her head, "The year she was born, Aegon guarded Midnight by her cradle in the form of a spirit body, sang midnight nursery rhymes, and never appeared again."

"It seems that this child also has a shadow in his heart, just like Jon and Simba." The dwarf was thoughtful.

Sansa gave him a white look, "You haven't seen your mother, do you also have a shadow in your heart? There are so many children with incomplete parents in the world, do they all have a gloomy shadow in their hearts?"

The dwarf looked serious, "Yes, the father is like the sun, and the mother is like the moon. The sun and the moonlight take turns illuminating the child's smiling face. Both are indispensable."

Sansa said disapprovingly: "Little Dany is different from Jon and Simba, she is not at all confused about her life experience and existence.

I told her the whole story of Aegon, and that Aegon watched her from heaven, his eyes following her.

As long as she misses him, she will go to the chapel to pray to him by herself.

Therefore, she is very healthy in her heart and has no shadows.

It's just that your reputation is too bad, and no one wants their mother to get mixed up with the bastard. "

The dwarf was embarrassed, "I have been away from Westeros for so long, who still speaks ill of me?"

"You are not in Westeros, but the Seven Kingdoms have been spreading your stories. For example, you went to the toilet in the palace of Pentos, and you were caught by the evil god. Everyone said it was so strong."

Sansa blushed and glanced at the little dwarf, "What you did with a few strong men in Astapor was also rumored by the volunteer knights in Slave Bay.

Also, you took Aegon to visit the Garden of Desire, was assassinated by an assassin, and the Dragon Queen burned Qarth angrily. "

"Damn it, little Danny is so young, how can you allow these wicked stories to poison her?" said the dwarf in shame.

"When you were young, didn't the bachelor teach you heraldry? The coat of arms and main characters of each noble family, as well as the character and story of the characters, should be taught from an early age. Otherwise, how would you communicate with other nobles when you grow up?"

"Ah!" The dwarf covered his face and groaned, "I should have written "Half-Man Legend" earlier. I write history for myself, fair and objective!"

"The "Half-Man Legend" you wrote is no different from waste paper." Sansa sneered.

"Who are those two children? Little Dany's servants." The dwarf changed the subject.

"Didn't you see the family emblems on them?" Sansa's expression turned pale.

"That skinny boy is Greyjoy?"

"Theon's bastard son, Robb Greyjoy."

"Where's the red-haired kid? He has a direwolf badge on his leather jacket." The dwarf's heart beat violently a few times, and he still asked the question that had been in his heart since he first saw the child.

"He is my bastard son, Benjen Storm."

The worst guess came true, and the dwarf looked as ugly as if he had caught his wife having an affair with ten black people.

Looking at the woman with a calm expression on the opposite side, he couldn't help asking loudly, "Who is his father?"

"A handsome, passionate and talented bard, he was my lover for half a year. Later, I got tired of him and gave him a thousand gold dragons to tell him to go away." Sansa said lightly.

"You're sorry—" the dwarf yelled at her, pointed at her, got stuck in the middle of the yell, and put down his hand slumpedly.

"you've changed."

Sansa nodded, "My thinking is more mature, my strength is stronger, and I have more control over my life.

The me I am now is the best me and the truest me. "

"I'm not feeling well." Tyrion looked dark.

"Why do you feel bad, I'm not your wife, you have no right to make any demands on me." Sansa's expression turned cold.

"I" the dwarf looked at her sadly.

——If I didn’t love you, I would have helped you so much?

"It's been seven years since you left Westeros!" Sansa sighed.

——Do you want me to be a widow for seven years?

"Where's Aegon? Do you still have him in your heart?" the dwarf asked.

Sansa showed no hesitation on her face, "My lover is Aegon, you are my lover, and Simone is my pet! I make the distinction very clear."

"Grass!" The dwarf couldn't help but raised a middle finger at her.

Sansa said indifferently: "When Aegon entered my dream for the first time, he told me - I am young, I should find a man to marry earlier, only if I am happy can he truly feel at ease in heaven.

The second time, his holy spirit descended from heaven, and I told him about the two of us, but he only sighed that you were not a good lover, and didn't blame me. "

"He really didn't blame me?" the dwarf said excitedly.

Sansa nodded slightly.

"Huh! That's good." The dwarf let out a long sigh of relief, his expression relaxed a lot.

"Actually, I'm under a lot of pressure when I'm with you. I'm afraid that I'll see Aegon one day." He was smiling, and his smile was complicated.

Sansa got up, put on her boots, looked at the dwarf and said, "It's getting late, we have to visit relatives in Slaver's Bay tomorrow."

"I..." The dwarf hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Forget about tonight, I have to go back and talk to Arianne."

Sansa nodded without forcing her to stay.

When walking out of the gate, the dwarf accidentally found little Dany secretly watching him from behind the porch pillar, and when she saw him walking out of the yard alone, she let out an uncontrollable low laugh.

The dwarf wanted to turn around immediately, hug her mother and kiss her hard, and then looked at her triumphantly and laughed.

Shaking his head, Tyrion put aside this naive idea, rolled his sleeves, and walked towards the Dornishmen's camp singing a little song.

Several princes did not walk alone.

The reason why Sansa and Arianne did not live with Jon and the dwarves was because they both led thousands of troops and hundreds of nobles of the principality.

There are 5000 Dornish warriors stationed near Princess Dorne's mansion.

Today, the entire King's Landing has gathered more than 7 human troops. By the time Daenerys Girdle in the Three Rivers Basin, the number of people will surely exceed 20.

They are all real elites who have experienced eight years of long nights and participated in countless wars against the White Walkers. One can fight five soldiers ten years ago.

In this decisive battle against the Alien King, all the princes showed their old background.

They all understand that this will be the last battle, destined to be recorded in history.

Even if they don't get the Iron Throne, they can still earn supreme glory, and all participants will be heroes that will be extolled by future generations.

"Um, oh, eh—"

Outside Arianne's bedroom, the dwarf froze in pushing the door.

"Tyrion? Come in!" Arianne had been notified by the maid earlier, and also saw the oil lamp outside the house and the small shadow cast on the glass window.

The dwarf opened the door a crack, stuck his head in like a tortoise, "I'm going to Slaver's Bay tomorrow, and I'm going to visit relatives with Sansa."

The groaning and "tsk tut" stopped for a while, and Arianne said lazily: "You don't come in to sleep, and you have to climb that bitch's bed later? Why don't you ask her to come over, let's have fun together."

"No, I'm going to Jaimena tonight." The dwarf shook his head, ready to withdraw his head.

"Are you really not coming in? Look who she is!" Arianne reached out and pushed a fluffy head to the bed.

The dwarf couldn't help being curious, his pupils stretched up and down, and turned into vertical pupils like the dragon's. The darkness could no longer block his sight, and the woman's appearance was like lines on a palm, showing every detail.

It was a 30-year-old woman, not too beautiful, with a few wrinkles on the brows, watery eyes, and a kind of redness on her cheeks.

The dwarf frowned.

He could tell at a glance that this woman had a long history, but she was not stunning, nor did she have any special temperament.

Why does my wife want to find this kind of woman?

Could it be that Yidi's handsome boys and girls have already bored her, and she wants to change her taste?
But she wants to change her taste, but she has no sexual interest.

"I really don't know." He prevaricated.

ready to leave.

"Oh, my lord is really forgetful. Back then on the beach of Qingting Island, he said he would never forget me for the rest of his life!" the prostitute complained.

The dwarf paused, looked at it carefully, and thought carefully about the hundreds of women's faces floating in his mind, and then entered the key word - Qingting Island.

The number of women decreased sharply, and he remembered her identity with a twitch in his heart.

"Oh, it's Roxie! Why did you leave Old Town? It's dangerous to travel thousands of miles in this horrible weather!"

"I came here with the Hewan army. It's not too hard to ride a sleigh." Luoxi explained, and then invited: "Sir, don't talk about it, it's cold outside, get on the kang!"

Roxie is not stunning in the world. Ten years ago, she could rely on her youthful vigor and legendary background story to make him as hard as iron.

Now facing an ordinary woman whose face and figure are slightly out of shape, and this woman has been fighting fiercely in the wind and dust for ten years, his heart is as cold as iron, and he is unmoved.

"I really have something to do, let's do it another day!" With a perfunctory sentence, the dwarf closed the door.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear Arianne saying that the sexuality was interrupted, and that the two women were not enough, and then Rosie whispered that she knew the poet Simone and could invite him over. He didn't look back, and continued to sing Under the strange eyes of the maids and guards, Xiao Qu briskly left Prince Dorne's mansion.

He didn't go to the West Territory station, and James probably took little Tywin to sleep at this moment, and he didn't want to wake the child up.

Moreover, his heart was empty at this moment, and he wanted to find a friend to fill it temporarily with alcohol and gossip.

The sky was dark, the wind was piercing, and there were only a few dimly lit lights left in King's Landing. He stood blankly at the crossroads and blew the wind for a long time, and finally remembered a drinking buddy.

"Fack, how did I become like this, Bronn is the only friend left in King's Landing?"

Muttering in his mouth, the dwarf came to the Avenue of Angels on the outer ring of the Cathedral.

Surprisingly, outside the Volunteer Corps station, he saw a sea of ​​people and bright lights.

"What's going on?" He pulled a passerby to ask.

"The art troupe in Slaver's Bay is holding a 'hand in hand, marching towards a new era' art performance." The man said casually, and squeezed in hard.

"Well, it's the style of Slaver's Bay!" The dwarf grinned and disappeared into the crowd.

Like a snake swimming in the grass, he easily got to the front of the stage.

A male singer is singing a psalm in praise of Saint Deny.

The dwarf listened for a while, feeling bored, and crossed the high platform, ready to go to the back house to find Bronn.

"Honey, you eat one."

Tyrion's body trembled, the woman's voice was so familiar, yet so distant, as if it came from a previous life.

"I'm full, you eat."

Between the stage and the wall, a fence is used for actors to rest and put on makeup.

On the cart near the fence, two dwarves in costumes sat side by side, a man and a woman.

The female dwarf has a delicate face, well-balanced facial features, and a thin line of crow's feet between her eyebrows and eyes; the male dwarf has thick arms and an old-fashioned appearance, which looks like a dwarf's unique deformity.

However, his smile is warm and his movements are gentle.

Under the warm yellow light, white air was bubbling from the porcelain bowl in the male dwarf's hand, and he even blew a long breath of white air on the dumplings in the spoon, looking hideous like a fire-breathing dragon.

Then he held the spoon to the midget's lips.

The female dwarf smiled shyly, quickly opened her mouth, and sucked the entire spoon in.

"This is stuffed with mutton and celery. It's so fragrant and delicious." She chewed vaguely, and the happiness in her eyes was like white gas from her mouth, which was clearly visible under the lamplight.

"You eat one too." She said to the dwarf.

The male dwarf couldn't resist, so he leaned to the edge of the bowl and took a sip of the soup, then passed another dumpling over, and said, "Hurry up and eat, it's our turn to appear on stage."

The female dwarf ate three more, patted her stomach and laughed, "Wali, I'm full, you can eat."

After speaking, she hiccupped.

"Fennie, you can eat two more." The man still stuffed dumplings into her mouth.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo " at this time, a child in a melon cap stumbled over, crying indistinctly as he ran.

Fenni didn't care about eating dumplings any more, she put her hands on the frame, jumped off the cart nimbly, looked left and right with the child in her arms, "Little Hugo, what's the matter with you?"

"Woo, mom, teeth!" Little Hugo raised his right hand.

A piece of malt candy was tightly clutched in a sheepskin glove, with a bloody front tooth stuck to it.

"Oh, I bit off all my teeth." Penny glared at her husband, "Who told you to buy him sesame candy?"

"It doesn't matter, Hu Ge is already changing his teeth, sooner or later he will lose it"

"What are you doing here?"

Bronn saw the figure of the dwarf from a long distance away. He was dimly lit and couldn't see the expression clearly, but he was familiar with the clothes and appearance.

He thought he was looking for him, so he stood at the gate and waited, but after waiting for a long time, the guy seemed to have lost his soul, stuck there like a wooden stake, motionless.

"His name is Hu Ge." The dwarf was startled and said dumbly.

"What?" There was a lot of voices here, and the dwarf's voice seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and his voice was trembling, as if crying. Bronn couldn't hear clearly.

"I want to eat dumplings!" the dwarf shouted.

"Oh, come with me." Bronn nodded casually, pulled him towards the gate, and said as he walked, "The dumplings were originally prepared for the art troupe, and there are only seven for each actor, which is very expensive, but help you It shouldn't be hard to get a bowl."

As Bolong, it was indeed easy to get a big bowl of bulging Yuanbao dumplings.

"Can you feed me?" The dwarf looked at the steaming sea bowl in a daze.

"What?" Bronn's eyes widened, thinking he was hallucinating.

"You feed me." The dwarf handed him the spoon.

"Go away!" Bronn turned his head away and ignored him.

After a while, the dwarf didn't make a sound. He turned around curiously, only to find that the old brother was already in tears.

"Fack!" Polon felt goosebumps all over his body, "what happened?"

The dwarf shook his head in silence.

"Okay, I'll feed you." Bronn quietly glanced at the door, seeing no one, then dug up a dumpling and stuffed it into the dwarf's mouth.

"It's so hot, blow on your breath." The dwarf avoided it.

"You are a Targaryen, you never breathe out of hot pot!" Bronn said with a sullen face.

"Blow your breath," the dwarf insisted.

Bronn had no choice but to blow on the dumpling.

"It doesn't taste right, it's so bitter! Can I have another bowl?"

"No need to change! The mutton and celery stuffing you chose yourself, no matter how bitter it is, you have to eat it!"

While chewing, the dwarf began to mourn and cry again, tears came to his lips, and he swallowed the dumplings together.

"It's really bitter?" Bronn saw it, puzzled in his heart, scooped up a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Delicious and delicious, where is the bitterness? I see, you are just used to living a good life, hypocritical!
When I came in with such a big bowl of dumplings just now, I don’t know how many people were drooling with envy. "

"Really?" The dwarf looked up blankly, "Why don't you exchange this big bowl for his small bowl?"

(End of this chapter)