Game of Thrones: I'm flying a dragon on your face, how do you respond?

"Hey!" Jaehaerys just got up at three o'clock in the morning. "Drinking and sex got me wrong!"

He was heartbroken and said that because he had recently learned a new martial art and practiced it diligently, he became addicted to it and could not extricate himself.

So Jaehaerys was finally able to experience the happiness of a king who would not go to court early from now on.

Fortunately, Jaehaerys had astonishing willpower and quickly pulled away from the beauty and focused his attention on the development of the situation on the mainland.

We are close to the original plot. According to the latest intelligence from the inner guards, the inner guards have quietly spread the relevant rumors to the ears of Prime Minister Jon Arryn.

The latter has launched a "secret" investigation, but it is obvious that the old prime minister or the people around him cannot remain secretive, and someone was soon bribed.

Every move of the old prime minister was easily known to his opponents.

Inside the Red Fort.

"This old thing really doesn't know how to appreciate praise!" Cersei said angrily to Jaime.

"Whatever, he doesn't have any evidence!" James lay lazily on the chair, looking at his sister's beautiful body, and couldn't help but feel moved.

He put his arms around Cersei's slender waist, completely ignoring the latter's resistance, and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"You don't want your life? Robert will kill us both if he sees it!"

"If he sees it, I will do what he wishes and become the 'Kingslayer' again!"

Cersei thought to herself, what a brainless thing, it doesn't matter if you are a regicide or not, but the children cannot lose the throne just like that.

She was not interested enough and quickly broke away from her brother, "We have to strike first!"

"How to do it?" James said, "Do you need me to pick up the sword and cut off the old guy's head?"

"You don't need to worry about it. We should be careful between us in the future! And stay away from Joffrey and the others. Don't make Robert suspicious."

Jon Arryn has recently felt that a storm is coming, and there are several forces secretly in King's Landing that are either blocking or helping him investigate the case.

He felt as if he had fallen into someone else's trap, but the king's blood could not be tarnished. When His Highness Stannis, Prince of Summerhall, took the thick book "The Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms" (with information about many Description of the Countess and Their Children)" arrives.

He was puzzled until Stannis revealed that all descendants of House Baratheon had black hair! Even more than 90 years ago, Grand Maester Melion recorded the last union of a stag and a lion, "Their child was a boy who died young, with a head full of black hair!"

Regardless of whether a Lannister marries a Baratheon girl or a Baratheon marries a Lannister girl, the children born will have black hair without exception.

When gold meets carbon black, there is always nothing but submission.

He then thought of Robert's first illegitimate daughter back in the Vale of Arryn. He had forgotten the name, but it seemed that she had black hair.

Robert had many illegitimate children over the years, and there were several in King's Landing alone. He had just seen the boy named Gendry from Motto's blacksmith shop two days ago.

"My lord, that boy in my brother's castle, he also has charcoal black hair!"

Stannis's words echoed in his ears repeatedly, making him feel dizzy. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

He couldn't imagine how furious Robert would be if he knew the news. He would never just slap the queen twice.

She, along with her three children, will all be secretly executed!

How could he not know why Stannis told him such important information? Yes, this is revenge!

It was his cruel revenge on his brother. He blamed the king for not giving Storm's End to him, but instead gave it to their little brother.

He himself only got the ruins of Summer Hall and the newly built small wooden fortress!

Stannis hated his brother, the king, for making him a laughing stock in front of the subjects of the Seven Kingdoms!

He touched his head, which was suffering from a splitting headache. "Give me a glass of wine!" he shouted.

Lysa personally brought him a glass of sweet wine. It was a glass of Dorne's golden wine, which was extremely expensive. It was said that it was sent by Petyr Baelish, Robert's newly promoted finance minister.

I sent him to Seagull Town to be a tax collector, but I didn't expect that this young man was really talented at what he did. He raised the tax rate in Seagull Town tenfold that year.

With ability, drive, and vision, such a young man deserves to be promoted, so in just a few years, he has reached the high position of Minister of Finance!

"Hasn't Robert gone to bed yet?" he asked his wife softly.

"Not yet, I asked Madi to accompany him, sir..." Lesa said with a pale face.

Jon Arryn sighed. Over the years, his wife had suffered several miscarriages, causing her figure and appearance to be greatly out of shape, making her look more than ten years older than her actual age.

It was not easy to get Robert, a single seedling, but the gods made him suffer from epilepsy and become extremely thin. Now he is 4 years old, but he still sucks breast milk.

An eagle must learn to fly, and he plans to let Robert become Stannis's adopted son. As we all know, Stannis is known for his toughness and determination, so his son will surely become strong under him.

He told Lysa his idea, but was immediately rejected by his wife!

"No one can take away my little kiss!" Lysa said in a voice that was almost growling, tears falling from the grooves on her face, "Sir, he is still so young and cannot leave his mother..."

"Dear Lysa, Lord Stannis is strong and brave, and Robert is by his side..." The old Prime Minister tried to make his wife understand, but she just couldn't listen.

"Forget it, give me another glass of wine!" Jon said with a dry mouth and a headache!

Lysa wiped her tears and turned to pour wine. This time it was purple-red Dorne sweet wine, and a layer of wine like coagulated blood hung on the white wax wine glass.

The wine is indeed good wine. Jon Arryn is not obsessed with wine, but few lords on the mainland don't like to drink the sweet red wine of Qingting Island and Dorne.

The wine flows in the mouth like blood, bypassing the old tongue and almost lost teeth, and is swallowed by the throat.

"Lysa, call Robert over, I haven't seen him properly for a while..." Jon Arryn felt that he seemed a little drunk.

Busy with secret visits and investigations, he, an old man, is already a little overwhelmed, but for him who has a son in his old age, the inheritance of his family is also a big deal!

When Robert was brought in by the maid, he stared at his father with his big eyes. His dark gray eyes with a pale green color made him look like a frightened deer.

Jon Arryn looked at his son and felt that he was nothing like himself when he was a child. The color of his hair, the color of his eyes, and the outline of his face gradually pieced together the shadow of another person...

"Species...Species..." Gradually, his speech became unclear, and saliva kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth.

He stretched out his hands to take a closer look at his son, but the latter was frightened and screamed, and then trembled all over. With Lysa's terrified scream, the Prime Minister's Tower was in chaos.

Jon fell to the ground, watching Maester Komon constantly talking to him, but he couldn't hear anything at all, and his mouth uttered a few fragmented words weakly.

When Robert Baratheon heard the news, Jon was lying on the bed, with a foul smell coming from under him, and the old man had already lost control of his bowels and urine.

"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister must have a gastrointestinal disease. I think he needs to clean his intestines and bleed him..." Maester Komon suggested. He had been doing this all night. Although he could not cure his lord, the situation did not get worse.

"Maester Komon, you are right, but the Prime Minister is too old. I am afraid that vomiting will kill him in a short time..." Pycelle said, stroking his long beard.

"But..."

"Go down, I'll take a look..."

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, the Prime Minister is already at the end of his life. It is better to let him go peacefully and with dignity!" Then the Grand Maester suggested.

Robert held the old man's hand tightly with both hands, and his hands were burning hot.

"Robert!" Suddenly Jon regained some consciousness, "Kind... Kind... Strong!"

He grabbed Robert's hand tightly, and the sound of incontinence came from his lower body again, and then his eyes widened, and his hands gradually lost strength...