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As the journey from Walent to King's Landing became shorter and shorter, Zhang Cheng finally welcomed a special guest on a special day.

He is none other than "Little Finger" Petyr Baelish, the teacher who once personally taught Zhang Cheng how to play tricks and power games.

However, unlike the last time we met, this nouveau riche with a prominent noble title and enshrined in Harrenhal no longer had the wit, humor and humor on his face at this moment, but was replaced by an undisguised tiredness.

Obviously, the battle with the traditional nobles in the valley exhausted almost all of his energy and efforts.

Unfortunately, these efforts did not get the expected return.

Just controlling the Eagle's Nest City exhausted him physically and mentally, and since the orphans of the Targaryen family regained the throne and eliminated the rebellious Lannisters, even those families who used to obey his orders began to keep their distance openly and secretly, for fear of a sudden death. Accidentally, he was also labeled as rebellious.

In desperation, the most powerful careerist and conspirator in Westeros finally suppressed his unrealistic wishes, knelt down and chose to surrender, and offered everything he could provide.

As for the purpose, it was naturally to keep the status he had obtained so hard, as well as control over the Ayrin family.

Looking at this little man who had shown an old posture, Zhang Cheng smiled slightly, picked up the wine bottle and poured a glass for him, then greeted him with a smile: "Long time no see, dear Baelish, how have you been recently?" Like? I heard that the Eagle's Nest City is a castle built on the top of a high mountain, with strong winds blowing all year round, and it is easy to suffer from arthritis. I hope your waist and legs are fine."

"Thank you for your concern. I feel pretty good. At least for the time being, I don't have any backache or leg pain." Littlefinger wore a hypocritical smile as always, and bowed slightly while touching his chest with one hand.

"Really? How did I hear that Mrs. Lysa Tully's death was very strange. There are rumors that she was pushed from a height by someone and fell to her death." Zhang Cheng teased meaningfully.

A lady who is still in the age of tiger and wolf will casually fall from a high place?

joke!

Leaving aside the inseparable knights and bodyguards, even the personal maids would never make such a mistake, otherwise what awaited them would be a terrible punishment.

Not to mention that the traditional nobles in the valley are strongly skeptical about this, and the nobles in other parts of the Seven Kingdoms will not believe this set of rhetoric.

"No! You must have believed some rumors. Lysa Tully did fall to her death from a height. You should know that since Duke Jon died inexplicably in the position of Prime Minister, she has become very He is extremely neurotic, and he is extremely unreasonable when he gets sick, so it is not worth making a fuss about doing some outrageous things." Petyr Baelish carefully defended himself.

Because he understands that it is impossible to hide this matter from the young man in front of him who got rid of Varys. The next negotiation will decide whether he will become a sinner and lose everything, or continue to maintain a decent noble status. Become a pawn controlled by the opponent.

Although it sounds ridiculous!

He used to think of himself as tall, and thought that only Varys and him were the real chess players in the entire Seven Kingdoms, but now he has been reduced to being a pawn for others, and the decision-making power is not in his own hands.

But the cruelest and most interesting part of fate often lies in this transformation from high to low.

"Oh? Is that so..." Zhang Cheng stared at the other party's eyes with a half-smile, before suddenly changing the subject after a full minute. "Then tell me, what is the important thing you came to see me today?"

"I hope you can persuade the queen to support me to gain a firm foothold in the valley and replace the Arryn family bit by bit. I believe it is not difficult to see from your eyes that Roose Bolton is an ambitious guy. He will never I am willing to stay in the barren northern border forever, and I can help Her Majesty the Queen check and balance the northern border, and even make Bolton exhausted." Baelish unhurriedly set out his own conditions.

The reason why he returned to King's Landing alone was entirely out of necessity.

Not long ago, he received news that the traditional nobles in the valley had united and prepared to form a coalition army to launch an attack on the Eagle's Nest City and eradicate him, the arrogant minister who tried to control the Duke of Arryn.

You must know that although Eagle's Nest City is notoriously easy to defend and difficult to attack, no matter how strong the fortress is, it needs soldiers to guard it, and soldiers need to eat, drink and scatter.

God knows if the opponent adopts long-term siege tactics, will those knights and soldiers who have been bought off launch a rebellion and hand him over as the culprit in exchange for forgiveness and amnesty from the enemy.

military!

Always Petyr Baelish's biggest weakness!

He didn't even command an army to win a war!

No noble or army would be willing to offer loyalty, blood and life to such a person, let alone die willingly for the other's ambition.

"Check and balance the northern border? Do you mean using that stupid and poor Miss Sansa Stark?" Zhang Cheng asked with a sneer.

If I remember correctly, the girl who inherited her mother's beautiful appearance and figure seems to have followed Littlefinger to the valley, and I don't know if she has changed from a young girl to a young woman.

As a person who has a deep understanding of desire, he never overestimates the possessiveness of any ambitious man, especially if the other party has also pursued Sansa's mother.

Baelish grinned, and responded proudly instead of ashamed: "Of course! Just imagine, if Sansa marries the Arryn family, will those nobles who are not allowed to succumb to Bolton produce some injustice? Any thoughts and ideas? After all, the name Stark has penetrated into the hearts of everyone in the North, and as long as there is one Stark alive, Bolton will not be able to secure his position as the lord."

"Hahahaha! I have to admit that your shamelessness is beyond my imagination. If there are no accidents, after Sansa marries Duke Arryn, it won't be long before she becomes pregnant, leaving a child with half your blood. Then The poor little duke will be like his mother, either fell to his death from a high place, or died of a sudden illness, and eventually the heir with your blood will become the new Duke of Arryn, and at the same time have the blood of the Stark family and Inheritance. Perfect calculation, and even got a substitute for his first love when he was young." Zhang Cheng laughed and mercilessly exposed Littlefinger's trick.

It's really lucky that he can do it, cuckold a boy who is just in his early teens and has no sexual ability due to long-term illness.

What's more, Sansa Stark is no longer that beautiful doll who is at the mercy of others in King's Landing, but a wolf cub who disguises herself as a harmless sheep, who may launch a surprise attack at any time and bite back...

Chapter 992 Use Value

"Isn't this exactly the result you want? It completely disrupts the inherent distribution of power in the valley, giving the royal family the opportunity to intervene in its internal affairs. What's more, with this article, you can also ensure my loyalty. If one day I If you choose to betray, you can shake off this matter and directly make me and my heirs lose their legitimacy and inheritance rights."

There is no doubt that Petyr Baelish had planned everything from the very beginning, even taking Zhang Cheng's heart into consideration.

In his eyes, doing so can not only maximize his own interests, but also give the other party a handle, establish an initial relationship of trust, and gradually draw closer to become an ally.

As he said before, chaos is not an abyss, chaos is a ladder, a ladder to gain power and lead to the upper class.

But now, with Daenerys's rule becoming more and more stable, there are no ladders, so he decisively gave up unrealistic ambitions and began to actively consolidate the advantages he had already gained, eager not to be kicked out.

"A handle?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows with a half-smile.

It has to be said that Littlefinger's psychological grasp is quite accurate, and he can see right away that he has never been the kind of person who takes blood and noble glory as one thing.

Otherwise, if these words are changed to another occasion and person, such as Queen Daenerys Targaryen, then the only end for this guy is to be pushed out by the executioner to be beheaded for public display.

Petyr Baelish nodded without thinking: "That's right! A handle! After the plan is successful, House Arryn and the Vale will become the most loyal hounds of the royal family, biting anyone who dares to offend the majesty of the royal family." enemy."

"Sounds like fun! But there's a small problem. A secret is a secret because it's little known and slowly forgotten over time. Tell me, how can you guarantee decades of 200 years later, will my descendants still abide by this agreement? After all, aristocrats like Lannix who started their careers by cheating can gradually become high-ranking nobles in people's minds. So bloodlines and surnames have never mattered The problem, the real problem is that time can dilute everything." Zhang Cheng casually pointed out this seemingly super-valuable, but in fact, useless handle.

Speaking of territories and vassals, to put it bluntly, it is a vassal and interest relationship.

Once the interest alliance is concluded, even if someone exposes the problem of the ruler's blood, it will not cause too much damage to its reputation. At best, it will be a war of words, nothing more.

And this time limit is usually within three generations. Once three generations have passed, those born later will no longer remember the previous friendship and begin to wholeheartedly support the new lord.

"Then do you think there should be something left?" Petyr Baelish had a glint of gloom in his eyes, and kicked the ball back voluntarily.

Zhang Cheng rubbed his chin and looked at the other party with great interest, and quickly suggested with a smile: "It's very simple! There is a thing that will not disappear with the passage of time. It is called a curse, and it is a curse that is passed on to future generations along the bloodline." .If you and your descendants renege on your oath one day later, then all descendants from you will suffer and die miserably. How about it, are you still willing to make a deal with me now?"

"Curse?!" Petyr Baelish's complexion changed instantly, subconsciously burrowed into his fist, trembling slightly uncontrollably.

If it were someone else, he would at most sneer when he said the word curse, and would not care too much at all.

But who is Zhang Cheng?

He is a strong man who can turn dragons into his own pets, and a mage who can summon hail to destroy thousands of cavalry.

If he said that there is a curse that can be transmitted through blood, then he must rather believe it than believe it.

Time passes by every second!

Little finger's forehead was quickly covered with beads of sweat, and his underwear was completely soaked in sweat.