Chapter 143: "Larix"

In the morning.

Despite Alicent's repeated requests to stay, Aemon declined to leave.

Not only did she hug the little girl Helena, she also wanted to put little Aegon and Aemon into his arms.

He appreciated the kindness.

With his relationship with Alicent, there was no need to deliberately bind them with emotions.

Aemon hurried downstairs and walked through the crowded hall.

Before leaving King's Landing, he wanted to eradicate a few pests.

So as not to disrupt the current stability.

Before that, he had to go back to the bedroom to see how Lana and Rhaenyra were doing.

Both female dragon riders were strong-willed.

Afraid that the two would pull their hair.

In the hall.

Lannino was dressed gorgeously, and in front of him stood a wealthy merchant from Pentos.

"Look, these are all good goods."

The wealthy merchant introduced them diligently.

Lannino and his lover exchanged glances and looked at several goods.

Aemon passed by and saw an expedition hat with a dark green background and peacock feathers.

"This suits you, cousin."

Aemon was very mean and put the dark green expedition hat on Lanino's head.

There is no definition of green hats in Westeros, and green is still a healthy color.

Lanino put on the expedition hat given by his cousin and was excited: "Really? I also think this hat suits my temperament."

"As long as you like it."

Aemon gave a thumbs up and left the scene quickly.

Lanino was kept in the dark and admired the hat happily, ruffling the long peacock collar from time to time.

I thought to myself that my little cousin is really kind-hearted.

...

The prince's bedroom.

The room was very quiet, and the atmosphere was strangely silent.

Lanar sat on this side of the bed, and Rhaenyra sat on the other side of the bed.

No one spoke.

Before the tournament, the two were close cousins ​​and friends.

It is normal to be embarrassed now.

Rhaenyra looked sideways at the fireplace, clutching the hem of her black lace skirt with both hands, trying to maintain a calm expression.

There were two close friends who were as close as sisters.

After her mother died, Alicent became her stepmother and stabbed her trust in the back.

While touring the continent, Rhaenyra had an affair with Aemon.

She was the biggest victim.

Damn Daemon!!

"Rhaenyra, how are you doing recently?"

Suddenly, Rhaenyra reached out and took the initiative to talk.

Rhaenyra subconsciously retracted her hand and retorted like a hedgehog: "Many people follow me, I'm fine."

Aemon was right about one thing.

The other party was indeed a bad woman, good at deceiving and disguising.

"What I asked was, how have you been recently, and do you have friends around you who can talk to you."

Rhaenyra sat sideways and turned around, revealing some sincerity.

Asking herself, she still had a good impression of Rhaenyra.

After all, Rhaenyra would be the first queen on the Iron Throne, completing the unfinished achievements of her mother Rhaenys.

Although she is a bit stupid, she is kind-hearted.

She cleaned the streets and reclaimed new fields, feeding a large number of homeless orphans.

King's Landing, which used to be like a cesspool, now has clean streets and a greatly improved living environment.

These things seem insignificant.

Even the problem itself was not discovered by Rhaenyra herself.

However, with the talents of the king and the princes and ministers, they would definitely have discovered it, but no one cared.

Rhaenyra was able to come forward to solve it and get things done.

She is already worthy of admiration.

Hearing the sudden concern, Rhaenyra felt complicated and said stiffly: "It's okay."

Not okay at all.

She has no friends at all.

There is not even one person she can trust in the huge Red Castle.

Alisson, who used to be inseparable, is now an enemy like fire and water.

Lanar's beautiful eyes flickered, and she whispered, "In fact, we are the same kind of people. A true dragon cannot be friends with a sheep."

"You are also a true dragon?"

Rhaenyra spoke coldly, guarding against the Velaryon family from the bottom of her heart.

"I have a dragon, don't I?"

Rhaenyra was calm, put her hands on the other's shoulders, and narrowed the distance between the two: "Outside are vultures that are eyeing the blood of the true dragon. What you and I are pursuing is just a support, to become a family who knows and accompanies each other."

The ancient tradition of the Targaryen family is largely to ensure that the blood does not flow out.

Therefore, the concept of family is particularly important.

Even if Daemon is a bastard, he still longs to return to the family and get his brother's recognition.

"Do you think I will be your family?"

Rhaenyra laughed dumbly.

Family members will not steal her corner.

"It's come to this, we have to face reality."

Laena sighed, then laughed: "Guess how the history books of the future will record it, will it be like the Conqueror's big and small queens, or Maegor's black bride?"

Rhaenyra was speechless: "You are so boring."

How could you say such a thing.

Laena didn't care, and talked freely: "Looking at the history books, Aegon the Conqueror married his elder sister Visenya for responsibility, and married his younger sister Rhaenys for desire, and the relationship between the two sisters was not harmonious."

Queen Rhaenys was a woman who loved to be petty.

Aegon the Conqueror spent one night with Queen Visenya, and he had to compensate Queen Rhaenys for ten nights.

And on the nights when Aegon the Conqueror stayed in Queen Visenya's room, he would summon his male favorites to drink and have fun, deliberately provoking Aegon the Conqueror.

Laena had good reason to doubt.

If Queen Rhaenys had not died in the Dorne War, the two sisters might have fallen out one day.

Such legendary figures cannot escape worldly desires, let alone her and Rhaenyra.

Learning from history, they should learn to be tolerant.

Even if we take a step back, we can't talk about it.

She really has Vhagar, but Rhaenyra doesn't have a Meraxes of the same size.

If she can't control herself one day, Rhaenyra will suffer.

"Smooth talker."

Rhaenyra snorted coldly, thinking about the future.

Lanar saw through her disguise, slowly leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "How is your sex life with Aemon?"

Rhaenyra turned back suddenly, her eyes full of disbelief.

Why ask such a thing! ?

"I saw that you seemed to walk a little awkwardly a few days ago."

Lanaar turned her head away, feeling a little embarrassed.

The best way for a woman to improve a relationship is to say something embarrassing.

She is older than both Rhaenyra and Aemon, and is considered the elder sister of the two.

It is also right to teach them some posture.

Rhaenyra's face was hot, and after a moment of hesitation, she whispered something in the other's ear.

Lanar listened carefully, and frowned more and more as she listened.

"Isn't that right?"

Rhaenyra was very nervous.

She lost her mother very early, and she didn't like to listen to the old nun's teachings.

"Rhaenyra, you really need to improve in this aspect."

Lanael looked surprised and shook her head: "You spoiled Aemon too much."

They are both in a relationship between an older woman and a younger man.

They should take the initiative and not let each other do whatever they want.

Rhaenyra is really a character who can withstand the tossing.

"Then, then you teach me."

Rhaenyra's face flushed, no longer stubborn, and eased the relationship.

Lanael smiled in her eyes and pretended to sigh: "Since you asked sincerely, then okay."

As she said, she put her hands from her shoulders to the other person's front and whispered in his ear.

At first glance, there was no problem, but the more she talked, the more she went off the track.

When they got excited, they almost stuck together.

Bang!

Suddenly, the door opened.

"I'm back."

Aemon pushed the door open.

The two figures separated quickly, one on the left and one on the right, lowering their heads, blushing and not daring to look at anyone.

Aemon looked surprised, looking back and forth at the two people who were guilty of their crimes.

Why is the atmosphere so weird?

Good news, no hair pulling.

Bad news, it's better to pull hair!!

After waiting for a while, Lana and Rhaenyra almost buried their faces in their chests, and did not speak.

Aemon admitted that he had thought wrongly.

But you should say something!!

After a moment of silence, he murmured: "I'm sorry, I came at the wrong time."

Lana: ...

Rhaenyra: ...

Bang!

Aemon closed the door and left silently.

...

In the hall.

Lannino giggled and played with the dark green adventure jacket with peacock feathers selected by his little cousin.

The gay lover Joffrey stood by, with dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Thump thump thump...

A burst of hurried footsteps, Aemon came down from upstairs.

"Cousin, where are you going?"

Lannino's eyes lit up, and he wanted to find an opportunity to get closer.

Emon had a blank expression on his face. When he passed by him, he snatched the adventure book: "It doesn't suit you that much."

"Ah, why?"

Lannino was surprised.

Please...collect 6...books...!

Emon said nothing and put the hat on his head.

With tears in his heart, he kept telling himself.

It's okay.

Life should look forward.

...

At noon.

Emon sat in the open-air corridor of Maegor's Tower under the scorching sun.

It was quiet.

A figure walked from the corridor, limping with a scepter.

"Prince, what a coincidence."

Laris smiled and pretended to meet by chance.

Emon said nothing, wanting to be alone.

"I still remember you snatched my scepter. The naughty child has grown up in the blink of an eye."

Laris skillfully brought the relationship closer, showing his signature shy smile: "Just now, the sea serpent stormed out of the Red Castle. According to the maid of the Red Castle, he had a dispute with the king."

He was in the hall just now and saw the sea serpent leave angrily.

Princess Rhaenys and Sir Lannino followed.

Coincidentally, Miss Lanna did not leave.

Combining the current situation, it is not difficult to guess that the king and the sea serpent have reached some kind of consensus, or a compromise that was forced.

It is obviously impossible to use Prince Aemon's marriage to make a fuss.

The Black Party is strong, but his father and brother are there.

The Green Party is weak and has to wait for the opportunity.

Prince Aemon in front of him is worthy of the potential stock he has long been eyeing. He can try to negotiate.

In the Seven Kingdoms, the prince is already the pinnacle of power.

If you want to go up, you can only sit on the Iron Throne.

"You are in a bad mood, maybe I can help you."

Laris looked at him without leaving any trace, analyzing why the other party hid here to relax.

Logically, he should be in high spirits at this time.

Emon raised his eyes and glanced at him, patted his side: "Sit down."

"Thank you."

Laris relaxed his guard and walked to the balcony.

Limited by his bad legs, he gritted his teeth and supported the scepter, trying several times before he sat up with difficulty.

"Hu~~"

Laris took a breath and asked: "Prince, what trouble are you in?"

He didn't realize that what he did had been sold out by Alison.

Emon put his hand on his shoulder, turned his head, and said seriously: "Tell me, what is the meaning of life?"

Laris was stunned.

The next second, he saw Emon glanced behind him.

The open-air corridor is located on the fourth floor, more than ten meters above the ground.

Below is the dry moat, which is covered with dense spikes.

Laris's face changed drastically, and he was sweating all over.

He smelled the breath of danger.

"Speak, aren't you good at talking?"

Imon urged with a cold face.

Laris was completely panicked and hurriedly persuaded: "Prince, you need to calm down."

"I am very calm."

Imon pressed his shoulders tightly, as if he wanted to take someone down with him.

In fact, he really thought so.

He didn't find Laris, but delivered himself.

It happened that there were iron spikes all below, so he pulled them down and jumped off the building together.

A ten-meter fall would not kill him, and the iron spikes would not pierce his skin.

Laris was dead.

Then he would pretend that the two of them accidentally fell, and Prime Minister Leonor would also have an explanation.

Laris's palms were sweating, and he pretended to be calm: "Prince, if you have any questions, I will tell you everything I know."

He saw it.

It must have been exposed somewhere and discovered by the other party.

Aemon's expression was cold: "You are well-informed, so tell me some useful information that I don't know."

"Okay."

Laris widened his eyes and did not dare to neglect: "I heard that Prince Daemon stayed in Dragonstone for one night after leaving King's Landing, and appeared again in the Stepstone Islands."

"I don't want to listen to him."

Aemon said coldly.

"You will be interested."

Laris lowered his eyebrows and said: "The Three Women's Kingdoms are caught in internal strife. Prince Daemon has summoned a group of mercenaries to regain control of the Stepstone Islands. It is rumored that he has contacted the Rogar family of Lys."

Aemon frowned, which was really a bit unexpected.

The Three Women's Kingdoms are an alliance composed of three free trade city-states, which are constantly fighting internally.

According to the original world trajectory, the real internal strife and the Dance of the Blood Dragon occurred one after another.

The cause was that Governor Lys and the commander of the fleet of the Three Women's Kingdoms competed for a prostitute, and one of them killed the other, completely igniting the fuse.

And that prostitute was the long-famous "Black Swan" Johanna.

Unexpectedly, the black swan flew to the river valley, and the internal strife of the three women countries started ahead of time.

Laris explained: "After the Battle of Pentos, the three women countries suffered heavy losses. The bankers headed by the Rogaer family and the mercenaries of Tyrosh have long been resentful of each other, leading to internal strife."

Aemon nodded gently.

Among the three free trade cities, Lys and Tyrosh are undoubtedly the most powerful.

Lys is rich in brothels and female slaves, and is the richest of the three city-states.

Tyrosh mercenaries are everywhere, providing the main troops for the pirates of the three women countries.

Money bags and knife handles are naturally incompatible.

"Did Daemon establish himself as king again?"

Aemon asked.

Laris frowned and said: "No, but the Rogaer family donated a large number of craftsmen and money, and it seems that they intend to build fortifications on the Stone Steps."

Aemon's eyes flashed, and his thoughts flew.

The Rogaer family of Lys is a very prestigious noble of Valyrian descent.

If it weren't for him.

One of his half-brothers will be forced to marry a daughter of Rogar, and even ascend the throne to become the king of the Iron Throne, pushing the Rogar family to the pinnacle of power.

But with him, those are non-existent.

"Daemon and the Rogar family..."

Aemon said suspiciously: "Rhys wants to break away from the Three Women's Kingdom and support Daemon to control the Stepstones?"

Daemon won't be so depraved, right?

"Governor Lys didn't show up, everything is the private behavior of the Rogar family."

Larrys didn't dare to assert, and said something ambiguous.

Aemon stopped asking, and had speculations in his heart.

Daemon was driven out of King's Landing, and he would definitely not return to Runestone City, nor would he have the face to occupy Dragonstone.

"Black Bride" Rhaena Targaryen had a precedent, and dragon riders without territories had to wander around and live a life coveted by others.

The cruel Maegor chose to ride the "Black Death" Balerion to the east of Essos when his brother Aenys I was in power.

In the end, he didn't make a career.

Daemon wanted to have a foothold without relying on others, and the Stone Steps were the only choice.

The Rogaar family may have seen this and tried to win over Daemon.

The Rogaar family had money, and Daemon had dragons.

The alliance between the two sides could indeed have a considerable influence.

"Daemon, he's a trouble when he's alive."

Aemon's face was cold and his heart was cold.

He had also considered launching a war of conquest against the Three Women's Kingdom on the other side of the Strait.

But the armies of Riverdale and Runestone City were insufficient, and the Valley was across the sea from the Three Women's Kingdom.

Not to mention that the Three Women's Kingdom itself was not weak, and there were Dornishmen to help.

Therefore, his primary goal was to be inside the Valley.

He had the title of "Prince of Riverdale", but the ruling power of the Valley was in the name of the Arryn family in the Eyrie.

If he wanted to rule the Valley, conflicts were inevitable.

His identity was sensitive, and it was not easy to seize power blatantly.

Aemon's eyebrows twisted into a knot, worrying about this matter.

Laris silently moved to the side, trying to break free from the grip of the big hand.

"Tell me, if I want to gain the loyalty of the nobles of the valley, what should I do?"

Aemon suddenly spoke with a kind smile.

His Royal Highness is a loyal man.

When you meet someone who is not convinced, just push him away.

When it comes to conspiracy and intrigue, the "Bent Foot" beside him is an expert.