Chapter 126 I Hate Her

Crab Claw Peninsula.

About 2 miles southeast of Whispering City is Lyanna Manor, which Green gave to his cousin Lyanna Crabb.

Lyanna Manor is nestled in green fields, surrounded by rolling hills, forming a natural barrier. There is also a forest near the manor, which is a natural hunting ground.

Under the auspices of an architect from the Reach, the main building of the estate has been roughly outlined.

In the lush green woods, Yulia couldn't help but exclaimed: "Miss Lyanna, are you pregnant?"

Yulia was wearing a light blue strapless dress, and her dark brown hair fell naturally on her shoulders.

Her eyes were wide open, her body was a little stiff, and she stared blankly at Lyanna.

Lyanna nodded silently, her face hiding an imperceptible bitterness.

Dick was sent to Essos by Green, while Yulia stayed at Whispering Castle. Lyanna's manor was still under construction. The two people, who were close in age, often stayed together in the empty castle.

The sunshine was just right today, and the two of them were walking in the forest together. Yulia had just learned this somewhat shocking news.

Yulia immediately wanted to escape from this problem. Brother Dick was still "fighting" for her outside, so she really didn't dare to get into any trouble.

But the Lyanna Crabb in front of her, who seemed a bit innocent in her eyes, was actually the cousin of the owner of this land.

Yulia closed her eyes in distress, and after a while, she opened her eyes.

Yulia took a breath and said in a very gentle voice: "Miss Lyanna, how do you plan to deal with it?"

She gritted her teeth and whispered, "I can help you get moon tea."

When she heard the moon tea, Lyanna's face was filled with panic, and she subconsciously covered her abdomen with her palms.

Lyanna quickly shook her head: "No, you can't..."

Yulia stretched out her hands and grabbed one of Lyanna's hands, and first comforted: "Miss Lyanna, I just want to help you. No one here can force you to do something you don't want to do."

Seeing that Lyanna's mood became more stable, she added: "Except for Lord Green!"

Hearing Green's name, Lyanna looked at Yulia, with tears in her beautiful eyes: "Yulia, what should I do?"

Lyanna's fingers trembled slightly due to nervousness, and her pale face showed an uneasy and helpless look.

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King's Landing.

"Apples, good apples, even if the price is doubled, you will think they are cheap!"

"Come and buy blood melon, it's as sweet as honey!"

"Rutabaga, onions, potatoes, come on, kohlrabi, onions, potatoes, come on!"

Green rode through the smelly city, surrounded by guards. On the street, an actor was walking on stilts, striding like a giant monster among the crowd, followed by a large group of barefoot children, screaming strangely. On the other side, two little boys in ragged clothes were gesticulating with wooden sticks. An old woman stuck her head out of the upper window and poured a bucket of foot-washing water on their heads to end the fight.

Turn into Steel Street and ride along the winding road up the long Visenya Hills, passing blacksmiths working in front of forges, freeriders haggling with armor, and gray-haired men selling various products on carriages. The iron dealers of old iron and old knives, and most of the blacksmiths in King's Landing gather here.

The Greens went directly to the top of the hill. In front of a huge house made of wood and plaster, they pulled the reins and stopped the horses.

The two doors of the house are made of ebony and weirwood, with a hunting scene engraved on them. A pair of stone knights guard both sides of the entrance, wearing red steel armor with imaginative shapes, giving them the appearance of a griffin and a lion. Unicorn form.

Green jumped off the horse, handed the reins to Martial Baker, and led Menton Weishui into the house.

The middle-aged man glanced at the badge on Green and hurriedly came over to greet him, with a smile on his face: "Your honorable lord, Tob Mott is at your disposal."

Tob Mott wore a black velvet coat, with a hammer pattern embroidered on the sleeves with silver thread, and a heavy silver chain around his neck, with a sapphire as big as a pigeon's egg.

Tob Mott is enthusiastic: "If you need new armor, you've come to the right place."

"Sir, the prices for the things I make are very high. I admit this myself, but I can assure you that there is no one in the Seven Kingdoms who can match my craftsmanship. If you don't believe it, you can blacksmith every shop in King's Landing. I walked through all the shops and compared them myself.”

He added: "Actually, any country blacksmith can make a piece of armor. But what I make is a work of art. You must have seen the armor of the Knight of Flowers and Lord Renly. Their entire sets of armor were purchased from me. "

Green slightly nodded his chin, pointed at Mengton, and said, "How is his armor doing? Take me over to see."

Tob made a gesture of invitation: "His armor will be completed in more than a month. Now the major parts are almost completed. Of course, it still needs to be polished carefully."

Tob led Green through a long and narrow courtyard to the armor-making room.

The temperature inside the house was very high, there was a blazing forge in every corner, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke and sulfur.

Seeing that Tob had brought the stranger, the blacksmiths just glanced briefly, touched the sweat on their foreheads, and continued to swing their hammers and pliers, while the shirtless apprentices worked hard to stir up the wind furnace.

Tob called over a tall boy with strong muscles on his arms and chest.

"This is Gendry. Although he is young, he has great skills and works very hard." He turned his head and said to the boy, "Boy, let the honorable lord see the armor you have made."

Gendry looked at Green with his gloomy blue eyes, brushed back his sweat-soaked hair, and said to Tob, "Only the helmet is polished."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to reply, he walked to the back and brought a barrel-shaped silver helmet.

Green took it and weighed it first, then looked at it.

Compared to ordinary helmets, it is at least half as thick. Although the shape is simple, it feels sophisticated as soon as you pick it up.

Green handed the helmet to Mondon who was looking at it eagerly.

Green patted Gendry's arm and praised him, "Gendry, your craftsmanship is great."

Gendry's hair was thick and messy, as black as ink.

He had just grown some black stubble on his chin, and his face looked a little shy, and his lips trembled a few times.

Tob said, "My lord, please forgive me, this kid's tongue is very stupid, he can only forge iron!"

Green smiled and shook his head, patted Gendry again, and left the hot house.

Outside, Green customized a set of armor from Tob.

Green's ancestral armor was too simple, and he wanted to prepare a gorgeous armor in advance for the upcoming tournament.

After noting down the request, Tob took the bag of gold dragons handed over with a smile, and his big hand patted his chest to guarantee that the armor he forged would satisfy Green.

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That night, the old blacksmith called Gendry into the house.

The ruddy-faced Tob had already drunk a lot of wine. He picked up the wine glass and filled it up: "Child, a blacksmith cannot live without wine."

As he said this, he pushed the wine glass on the table towards Gendry.

Gendry picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and Tob laughed heartily.

After stopping laughing, he said in a serious tone: "Remember the young noble in a blue robe who came during the day?"

Gendry wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and nodded.

Tob said solemnly: "Try to avoid him in the future."

Gendry looked at Tob with a serious face with some doubts.

Although Gendry did not show it on his face, he had a good impression of Green. He could feel that Green was not as pretentious as other noble masters.

Gendry was not good at talking, but he was very sensitive in his heart. At least among the noble masters he had met, Green was the only one who was different.

"Child, this is the intuition of an old blacksmith. The young noble gives me a very dangerous feeling. Standing next to him is like standing next to a sharp sword... If you can, don't meet him."

Gendry trusted the old blacksmith very much and nodded.

After a moment of silence, he said with a sullen face: "I am just a lowly bastard."

Tob was stunned for a moment. He did not follow Gendry's words to comfort him. Instead, he laughed and said: "Child, but you are a good blacksmith!"

Gendry's face was angular. He looked up at the blacksmith and curled his lips slightly.

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At about the same time, Green asked the servant to bring Monton into the study.

Monton's belly could cause a wave of flesh as long as it moved. Green looked over and couldn't help laughing.

Monton noticed Green's sight, looked down, and smiled.

"Monton, I'll arrange something for you."

Monton nodded stupidly, looking at Green with some dazed eyes.

"His name is Gendry, the young blacksmith we met today."

"Lord Green, I remember that man."

After a pause, Green said, "If you have the opportunity to meet him more, I hope you can become familiar with him."

Monton scratched his head in confusion, but did not ask more questions, and nodded his head.

I actually love making friends... This is not difficult.

After Monton left, Green tapped the desk with his fingers a few times, looked at the map on the wall, and his sight stopped at the Stormlands.

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The next day, Maeg Tower.

Looking at the back of Mace Tyrell leaving, Green's eyes trembled slightly.

When Queen Cersei met with Duke Mace, Green accompanied her from beginning to end.

Queen Cersei did not deliberately conceal her impatient expression, but Duke Mace seemed to be unaware of it, and his attitude became more respectful.

Green secretly regretted that as the Duke of Highgarden, why didn't you dare to fight with Queen Cersei!

Green was impressed by the Duke of Mace's flexibility, which was a political method that required talent.

Green glanced at Queen Cersei, who was looking proud. At least Queen Cersei was very happy with the Duke of Mace.

Cersei, who had just finished showing off in front of the Duke of Highgarden, was in a very happy mood.

Cersei propped her cheek up and looked at Jaime first, then looked at Green.

Everyone could see that she was in a good mood: "Lord Green, accompany me to the garden."

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Walking in the garden, the fragrance of various flowers filled the nose.

Cersei stopped in front of the flowerbed full of roses of various colors.

At this time, Queen Cersei's happy expression had long disappeared without a trace.

Her voice was cold: "Lord Green, I don't like the golden rose, and I hate Margaery Tyrell staying in King's Landing even more."

After the words fell, Cersei stretched out her hand and broke the branches of a bouquet of golden roses without mercy.

Little rose?

Could it be that Queen Cersei saw the ambition of the Tyrell family for the position of queen?

Green turned his head and looked at Cersei.

Her hair was carefully combed by the maid and decorated with exquisite gemstone hair accessories, which perfectly matched the queen's dignity.

"Your Highness, are you worried about Prince Joffrey?"

After listening to Green's words, Cersei showed a satisfied look.

Green is Cersei's chief affairs officer. She didn't bother to find a good reason and said bluntly: "I will never allow Margaery to become Joffrey's marriage partner."

After a pause, Green said: "Are you worried that... His Majesty Robert will go beyond you to promote the marriage with the Golden Rose?"

Cersei snorted softly and said coldly: "That drunkard can do any stupid thing!"

Green speculates that Cersei's rejection of Margaery is related to the prophecy she had as a girl.

Green's eyes moved slightly and said: "Your Highness the Queen, I think with the current situation, King Robert will not think of marrying the Golden Rose."

He added: "Not long after, Duke Eddard will arrive in King's Landing. Their relationship is deep, and King Robert is more likely to promote a marriage with the Stark family."

Let my son marry the daughter of a northern bumpkin?

After hearing what Green guessed, Queen Cersei frowned slightly unconsciously.

Cersei said contemptuously: "Why do you think that? The daughter of a running wolf is not worthy of the son of a lioness."

Green shrugged and explained: "I think King Robert wanted to consolidate the North, the Riverlands, and the Vale."

Cersei's beautiful eyes moved, and after thinking for a while, she understood Robert's intention.

Cersei's voice was filled with anger: "That drunkard is wary of Lannister! Oh, he has completely lost the courage of a warrior, poor and cowardly drunkard."

Green agreed: "Yes, Her Majesty the Queen! You alone are enough to protect Prince Joffrey! King Robert is unnecessary. In the future, when Prince Joffrey inherits the Iron Throne..."

After a pause, Green continued: "The North, the Riverlands, and the Valley will instead become the shackles of Prince Joffrey."

Cersei's expression turned cold: "Green, it's just your guess now!"

Green nodded slightly: "Her Royal Highness, you may want to take a look at the list of Duke Ed's entourage. I think Grand Maester Pycelle will soon receive the messenger crow from the north."

Cersei asked confused: "List of entourage?"

"Your Highness, if the name of Miss Stark appears on the accompanying list, King Robert's purpose can be said to be self-evident."