Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 643 Uncle Finger, Eat Peach

During the banquet, in addition to the theatrical program, there were seven master pyromancers recruited by Illyrio.

Originally, Aegon used Wildfire, but this one also appeared on the stage. He actually summoned seven giant dragons with fire control skills, and attacked each other with flaming minions, which aroused applause from the audience.

However, the climax of the banquet lies in the bridal chamber.

Before the dinner party is completely over, the couple has to enter the bridal chamber.

The guests at the banquet swarmed up, and the women lifted Aegon up, and the men snatched Sansa and carried them on their shoulders.

On the way to the wedding room, dozens of big men ripped off Sansa's clothes and loudly told the crudest dirty jokes.

Very savage.

But this is the bridal chamber, the custom of Westeros, everyone came here like this.

In the south, this kind of secularism will be restrained, not too much.But in Hejian and the north, even if you are the queen, you have to enter the bridal chamber naked.

The women did the same to Aegon.

These people can't really touch the king and queen, do things like profiteering, have rules in their hands, and have dishonest eyes.

The two teams took different paths and met in front of the big bed in the new house, throwing the naked king and queen on the bed.

But they won't leave, and many will be outside the door, listening to the corner and suggesting some interesting poses for the newcomers.

"Here you are!" The dwarf slipped a small glass bottle into Aegon's hand before leaving.

"What?" Aegon looked down and was immediately moved.

"Thank you!"

It was a vial of bliss.

A gift from Jara to the dwarf, the little magic medicine left.

"Oh!" The dwarf smiled wryly and shook his head, leaving the new house.

On the way back to the bedroom, Tyrion was surprised and unexpectedly met Uncle Finger.

"Hi, long time no see. It's time for us two old friends to catch up."

Uncle Finger's smile was still so kind.

"Are you forgetful? We've seen it many times today!"

Tyrion is not a fuel-efficient lamp either, and his smile is brighter than that of Uncle Finger.

"What kind of meeting is a courteous meeting in front of people, we are old friends for many years. There may be some misunderstandings, I would like to explain clearly to you."

Uncle Finger waved to Tyrion, then turned and walked towards the back door of the castle.

The dwarf touched the tile-steel dagger on his waist, and then glanced at Uncle Zhitou's thin and short figure. With the confidence in his mind, he followed directly.

They twisted and turned, walked through corridors, and finally came to the labyrinth garden in the backyard of the castle.

The cold wind howling from the north made Uncle Finger close his cloak, stomped the snow on his feet, exhaled a cloud of white air and said, "We have a common goal now, to help His Majesty Aegon ascend the Iron Throne, right? "

Tyrion would not follow his rhythm, and said with a sneer, "Littlefinger, your courage is far greater than your size."

Uncle Finger frowned, still polite, and said: "Old friend, I know you have misunderstood me. This is why I am looking for you tonight and now."

"Tell me." Tyrion just sneered.

"You know my relationship with Sansa's mother, right?" Uncle Finger said sadly.

"You said you broke her place."

Uncle Finger nodded and said seriously: "I really love her and am willing to do anything for her, so I cannot tolerate Lannister playing with her daughter like a toy.

Joffrey's wedding, I didn't want to hurt anyone, and Joffrey's death has something to do with me, but my purpose is not regicide.

I just want chaos! "

"Well, I believe that." Tyrion mocked.

"Oh, I know you don't believe me, but how difficult is it to take a living person away from the Red Castle?

Just in time, Mrs. Olenna found me. She thought that Joffrey could not give Margaery happiness and needed some extra help from me.

For the sake of Sansa, and for the peace of mind of Caitlin under the Nine Springs, I am willing to bear any crime. "

Uncle Finger's eyes were red, and there was a solemn nasal voice in his words.

"Hehe" Tyrion still sneered.

"I'm guilty, but I didn't mean to frame you! You know better than I do that you're considered Joffrey's murderer only because Cersei thinks you are."

"The garden is so cold, if you don't speak human words, I will leave."

Uncle Finger was sincere, but Tyrion kept his expression on and sneered.

"Tyrion, have you forgotten? We used to have such a good relationship, and I will save any new products in my brothel for you first. We are still together. I only have friendship with you, and I have never had any hostility." Uncle Finger sighed.

Tyrion was as disgusted as if he had been force-fed two catties of stool, twisted his face and said: "You can deny the matter about Joffrey, but what do you say about the keel dagger?"

"The dragonbone dagger?" Uncle Finger asked in bewilderment, "What happened to the dagger? I remember, it belonged to Robert, right? What does it have to do with you?"

"Don't pretend, I almost fell off that back then, how many nobles here don't know?"

Tyrion pointed at the Eagle's Nest City under the cold crescent moon, sneering again and again.

"Did you misunderstand something?" Uncle Finger was still in a daze.

Tyrion didn't want to go around in circles any more, and went straight to the showdown: "I will be arrested by Lady Catelyn because of that dragonbone dagger!

You tell her the Dragonbone Dagger is mine, and that I ordered the assassination of her son Bran.

Afterwards, the war between lions and wolves and the chaos of the four kings all started because of this lie, and this is also your purpose.

So stop putting on airs in front of me. "

"Oh, what a misunderstanding!"

Uncle Finger blushed anxiously, waved his hands and feet and said: "At that time, I just said in an uncertain tone, maybe you know the origin of the dagger.

Didn't say you arranged for Bran to be assassinated!

Think about it, how flawed this sentence is!

No one with a normal mind would hand over such an obvious evidence as a keel dagger to an assassin. Couldn't ordinary daggers kill people?

Caitlin is not stupid, if I said something like that, wouldn't she hear such an obvious lie? "

That woman is just as stupid as her husband Ed is, too stupid to trust you bastard.

But I'm not stupid!

Tyrion said stiffly, "That's why you came to me?"

Uncle Finger sighed. He knew that Tyrion had completely lost interest in reminiscing about the old days.

"We will leave the valley in a few days, and I hope you will support me as His Majesty's Hand of the King."

Tyrion's eyes widened, looking at the small man with a confident and modest smile on his face, feeling incredible.

"Is there something wrong with your brain, do you think this is possible?"

"The army's southern expedition is imminent, but Jon Connington left the Gate of the Moon on the night of the wedding, that is, just now, and went to Slaver's Bay.

and your reputation

My old friend, as long as your majesty is not mad, you will never be made Hand of the King. "

"Then let Prince Daolang be the Hand of the King. He is His Majesty's uncle, and his status and talent are all suitable." Tyrion said indifferently.

"Oh, Tyrion, if you were smart, you wouldn't say such things."

Uncle Finger stepped forward, approached the dwarf, and whispered in his ear: "I said, we are old friends, and I understand you.

Didn't you go back to Westeros to go to this muddy water just to bring back Lannistra on the edge of the cliff?

But the reason why Prince Daolang joined the True Dragon Alliance was because of the hatred accumulated in his heart for many years, and he wanted to push Lannister into hell.

But I am different, I have no malice towards you, no hatred towards Lannister, if you help me today, I will help you tomorrow.

Today you reject my friendship, tomorrow"

"Hehe, Tyrion, don't disappoint the friendship we have had for many years." Uncle Finger chuckled.

"Are you threatening me?"

Tyrion clenched his fists, and his eyes, one green and one black, of different sizes gleamed dangerously.

"I'm trying to use sincerity to awaken the ten-year friendship between us." Uncle Finger laughed.

Tyrion stood on tiptoe, craned his neck, and looked around.

"What are you looking at?" Uncle Finger asked suspiciously.

"I seem to catch a glimpse of someone spying on us nearby," said Tyrion.

"No, there is no one in the garden." Uncle Finger said with a natural expression.

"Are you sure?" Tyrion wondered.

"of course."

"Then I'm relieved." Tyrion smiled.

"Don't worry--"

Before the words were finished, a fist with the mouth of a bowl hit straight at him.

"Bam—"

He hit Uncle Finger's nose, and all kinds of feelings of sour, astringent, bitter, and numb all exploded in his heart, and tears burst out all at once.

Before he had time to call out, another punch struck like lightning, hitting the lower abdomen.

"Ouch—" the acid in his stomach surged up his throat, and Uncle Finger bent over to vomit.

"Ping ping bang bang" Tyrion was so powerful that he punched and kicked him.

"Stop!" An angry shout came from the maze bushes, and then a tall old man led two guards and rushed over from the corner of the maze.

"Tyrion, let go of the Duke!" The old man's voice was like thunder, deafening.

"Bang bang" Tyrion ignored him, and kicked Uncle Finger with his hard leather boots, cursing while kicking: "Arrange someone to ambush me, and say there is no one, you bastard who is full of lies!"

Uncle Finger was lying in the muddy snow, his head in his hands, his mouth was full of blood, he was moaning, but he couldn't say a word.

Well, Tyrion is Lu Tisha who is in the town of Guanxi. The so-called ambush is just an excuse. Uncle Finger is also afraid that he will commit murder, so he arranges bodyguards in advance for self-protection.

"Qiang Qiang——" Accompanied by the sound of the sharp weapon being unsheathed, the blade of the sword reflected a cold white light under the moonlight, and quickly flashed past Tyrion's eyes.

The dwarf hurried back a few steps, and shouted loudly: "Look at the sky, idiots, if you don't want to die, stay away from me!"

"Hiss—" before he finished speaking, the faint moonlight in the sky suddenly disappeared, complete darkness enveloped the labyrinth garden, and the roar of the pterosaur seemed to be heard right next to his ears.

"Beep beep——" the tall old man stopped drawing his sword and approached the dwarf's guard, picked up the whistle hanging around his neck, and blew.

After a while, a large group of Moon Gate Fort guards rushed over.

"I'll let you fly sooner or later!"

Leaving an inexplicable cruel word to Uncle Finger, Tyrion climbed onto Tessa's back and jumped into the night sky before the guards surrounded him.

"I beat Littlefinger, and the Vale can't stay. Aegon is newly married, so he must stay here for at least three days. Let's go back to Storm's End first!" Tyrion found Arianne and invited.

"No, not going to Storm's End." Arianne climbed onto the back of the dragon, consciously sat behind the dwarf, and said with a sly smile, "Let's go to Old Town for two days."

"What are you going to Old Town for?" the dwarf asked blankly.

"Roxie, the legendary woman, I'm so in love too!" Arianne said as a matter of course.

The dwarf opened his mouth wide and was transfixed.

After a while, he hummed, "What if someone recognizes you?"

Arianne clung to the dwarf's ear, licked his earlobe, and said in a low voice: "I will go to the city alone, and after we negotiate a price, I will pull her to the tower, and you will ride Tessa to pick us up, and then the three of us can Together"

The dwarf immediately got excited.

Arianne was really reliable, and the dwarf met Rosie the next night. Although she was not as good looking as Sansa and Margaery, let alone the Dragon Queen, the dwarf felt that she had a special aura.

The dwarf was very energetic, and he had the best two days and nights of his life.

So did Arianne.

Bitch|Woman returned to Storm's End with a sated and lazy look.

But as soon as he landed on the school grounds, Aegon led a dozen soldiers to arrest the dwarf.

"No way, you just beat that bastard once and you want to lock me up?" the dwarf yelled in disbelief.

"Duke Baelish is dead, he fell to his death, as you said, he flew once." Aegon said coldly.

(End of this chapter)