Chapter 402 Give You Some Medicine

Flea Bottom is a well-known slum.

Very early on, riots often broke out there, making King's Landing a mess.

Most of the power of the Gold Cloaks is used to supervise Flea Bottom.

Lionel is experienced and immediately thought of the problem: "Just maintain order. Daemon has occupied Tyrosh and he is migrating his minions."

"Prince Daemon?"

Harwin frowned, with some resistance in his heart.

Lionel said lightly: "Although you are the commander of the capital garrison, the honor of the Gold Cloaks belongs to Daemon."

Harwin was speechless and drank wine.

When Daemon was still in King's Landing, he was called "Prince of the Capital" and "Lord of Flea Bottom".

During his tenure, he strongly recommended the improvement of the equipment and money of the two thousand Gold Cloaks.

It is normal to still miss old subordinates after so many years.

Leonor patted his eldest son on the shoulder and said, "Look at the bright side. If these half-hearted guys leave, many hidden dangers will be reduced."

"I will find a chance to report this to His Majesty." Harwin said in a muffled voice.

"It's up to you. Pay attention to your injuries."

Leonor looked at his eldest son's back and lame leg and told him with concern.

Not far from the Shenyan Lake Tournament, Harwin's injuries from the battle axe had just recovered a little and he could barely walk.

But even if he was worried about his position in the capital garrison, he shouldn't be in a hurry to resume his post.

After a few words of persuasion, Leonor was called away by Lin Man to find some old friends to drink.

Before leaving, Leonor whispered a warning: "With so many noble girls present, don't say you can't find a close eye!"

After that, he walked away with his chest and head held high.

Harwin froze in his seat, his face very embarrassed.

Subconsciously, he turned his head to look in the most lively direction. Through the layers of gauze curtains, he could only see the beautiful figures of the girls gathered together.

He glanced carefully, but could not see anything.

Harwin sighed deeply and knocked his injured leg tied with a wooden board in disappointment.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly came into view.

The family emblem on his chest was three black castles on an orange background.

Behind a dining table full of fruits and wine, Urwin Peck and a male servant were arm in arm, carrying a pitcher of iced silver wine.

Urwin smiled cunningly, stuffed the wine pot into the male servant's hand, and whispered: "The queen's order, send it over."

The male servant was still young, holding the wine pot in embarrassment, his legs trembling slightly.

Seeing that he was reluctant to move, Urwin lost his smile and took out a golden dragon from his arms.

"Yes, sir."

The male servant was refreshed and set off in a heroic and high-spirited manner.

Not far away, Harwin watched obscurely, left his seat and followed.

As the commander of the capital garrison, he had developed a pair of eyes that were good at discovering criminals.

The banquet reached its climax, and the musicians played cheerful music.

The drummer paraded through the hall, with dense and rapid drum beats.

The maids poured into the hall, bringing all kinds of rich delicacies.

Aegon's stomach growled with hunger, and he pushed away the servants beside him, intending to find something to eat.

Rhaenyra and Laena looked at each other and stood up at the same time.

It was noon, and they also wanted to take a break.

"Give me some cherry pie and golden wine!"

Aegon left the perfume nest and grabbed a maid to make a request.

The maid trembled with fear, thinking that the prince who had always been lustful had become a wolf.

At this time, the male servant came with a tray, holding a few glasses of frosty wine.

Aegon was thirsty, and he picked up a glass and drank without thinking.

"Wait!"

Harwin suddenly appeared and stopped him.

Without waiting for Aegon's reaction, he put his arm around the servant's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "What's in the wine?"

"Nothing."

The servant bent his waist and answered carefully.

Aegon was stunned, holding the wine cup, not knowing whether to drink it.

There was something wrong!

Harwin took a glass of wine and stuffed it into the servant, saying vigilantly: "Drink it!"

The three of them gathered around a dining table, deliberately lowering their voices so as not to attract the attention of others.

Aegon's eyes widened, looking back and forth between the wine cup and the servant.

Are you going to poison him?

Gurgle~~

The servant trembled, picked up the wine and drank it all, and said timidly and softly: "It's really wine, my lord."

Since it was the queen's intention, it must not be poisonous.

Harwin still didn't believe it, and controlled the servant to wait for a long time, but the other party was still alive and well.

Before the two of them spoke, Aegon couldn't help it.

He took a big sip from the wine cup, and said, "What a fuss! The wine isn't even cold."

"Prince..."

Harwin was shocked, but it was too late to stop him.

Aegon rolled his eyes, looking careless.

"Aegon, watch your image!"

Otto came over and urged him with a stern look.

Harwin's eyes flashed, and he took a glass of wine and stepped back.

Otto nodded, picked up the last glass of wine and took a sip.

After the wine went down his throat, he did not forget to teach him a lesson: "Drink less, don't be drunk in front of the lady."

"Yes." Aegon's voice stretched out.

Otto glared at him and left with the wine glass.

Harwin was stunned and took a sip of wine hesitantly.

"Commander of the gold cloaks, why didn't you go on patrol?"

Aegon looked him up and down, with a slightly sarcastic tone.

He still remembered that the other party was almost chopped into a cripple by Rhaegar's axe.

Harwin's face darkened: "The gold cloaks patrol all the time, Prince Rhaegar specifically reminded me."

"It's boring."

Aegon pulled a passing maid, snatched the lamprey pie from the tray, cut a piece and ate it.

In order to show his generosity, he also gave Harwin a piece.

In the face of delicious food, Harwin hesitated for a while, took it and started eating.

Lamprey pie is expensive, and there are not many opportunities to taste it except in coastal cities.

Aegon ate frantically, drank up the slightly cold wine, and continued to search for other delicacies.

Harwin was confused, let go of the reserved manservant, and walked to the other end.

He thought he had worked in vain.

...

The Queen's bedroom.

Alison waited anxiously until the door was pushed open from the outside.

Helena walked in silently, her eyebrows and eyes could not hide the fatigue.

"Are you okay?"

Alison asked directly.

Helena took off the heavy headdress and said without raising her head: "You asked me to choose a fiancé, not to buy vegetables in the market."

"Don't treat those adults as vegetables, you have to take them seriously."

Alison persuaded patiently.

Helena kicked off her shoes and collapsed on the felt, saying helplessly: "What's the difference? Fresh, expensive, rare, both conditions are the same."

Standing motionless in the throne room for a whole morning, she was exhausted physically and mentally.

Whenever she wanted to go crazy, she would think of Rhaenyra involuntarily.

It was hard to imagine how the other party had gone through a six-month-long tour of "blind dates".

I can only say that she is worthy of being a woman who can control her brother!

Hearing her daughter link marriage with buying vegetables, Allison almost choked to death.

On second thought, it really made some sense.

Allison pursed her lips and couldn't help but think of her husband as the king.

Looking back on the past, the freshness was not so fresh, but the price was high and the variety was rare.

Although she didn't think this was her dish, she had to change her taste under her father's order.

Allison couldn't help but calm down a lot, looking at her daughter with no light in her eyes and felt pity.

Walking to sit beside her, Allison took a hand and whispered: "I don't want to force you, but you have to get married."

"But I don't like those men. In my eyes, they are like bugs in bottles and jars."

Helena covered her eyes with one hand, and her voice was very depressed.

"Who do you like!?"

Alison glanced at the door warily, lowered his voice and scolded: "Don't think I don't know your thoughts, unless I die one day, you can't think about it!"

Helena turned over, seemed a little happy: "I thought you never cared about my thoughts."

"Bullshit, you are the only daughter."

Alison slapped her butt angrily and said seriously: "Listen to me, that's not a good choice, Renila will sell you to the lowest brothel!"

Helena lay on the ground with her legs raised: "If I can succeed, I won't fall to that point."

Seeing that her daughter was stubborn, Alison was furious: "You should find a husband who is true to you."

"But you still chose your father."

Helena's eyes flickered.

"That's the only choice."

"Many people would say that, but they still enjoy it."

...Alison.

Unable to persuade with words, Alisson's back teeth were almost broken, and he stood up and left: "Continue to attend in the afternoon, don't waste the festival."

Bang——

Push the door and walk out, slamming it heavily.

In the bedroom, Helena, who won the argument, was left alone.

The little girl was quiet for a while, took off the messy accessories, turned over, and lay on her back without any image.

Raised her two small hands and turned the silver-gray bracelets.

Her eyes gradually lost focus, and she muttered to herself: "Men without dragons are like flies in summer, numerous and annoying."

Targaryen has his own way of dealing with the world!

...

In the afternoon, the sun was scorching.

The banquet hall was still being held, accommodating the noble men and women who failed to see each other.

In the Godswood, the servants set up a sunshade and arranged another banquet venue.

Rhaenyra was pregnant and it was not suitable for her to attend in the sun, so Lanar accompanied her to rest in the bedroom.

Alisson personally stepped forward to press the dishonest Aegon into a chair, and together they met the noble girls who came to see them.

Seeing the queen, the girls were a little reserved, and most of them left after getting to know her.

Alisson was not satisfied and called her niece Selina Hightower to act as a temporary maid.

The real meaning was to remind Aegon to make a choice as soon as possible.

Aegon did not take a nap, but drank some cold wine and leaned back in a listless manner.

At this moment, he seemed to be admiring each young girl like a king, and he was smacking his lips in a picky manner.

Not to mention, he looked like a tyrant.

Under the weirwood.

The rustling red leaves blocked the sunlight, casting a large area of ​​shade.

Rhaegar sat on the white tree trunk and watched with interest.

Mund Hightower staggered over, holding a wine cup in one hand: "The weather is hot, don't you want a glass of Qingting Island wine?"

As he said, he kindly handed over a wine cup.

Rhaegar glanced at him and refused, "A true dragon is not afraid of fire."

Mund was stunned for a moment and smacked his lips and said, "I forgot this. Targaryen is really a bloodline favored by God."

After thinking for a while, Mond looked at Aegon and smiled, "What a good child, full of youth."

He has been optimistic about Aegon since he was a child, and he likes him more than his grandfather, Otto.

Rhaegar frowned slightly and felt offended: "Lord Mond, I am the same age as him."

"Uh..."

Mund almost didn't react, and smiled bitterly: "Apologies, your wisdom and bravery, I'm sorry I can't compare you with Aegon."

Then he changed his voice: "You are very concerned about your brother's marriage, you are really a good brother."

Rhaegar didn't buy that, and said speechlessly: "You think too much, I'm just curious whether Aegon will embarrass himself."

If he embarrasses himself, he will have to clean up his mess.

Not wanting to pay attention to the chattering Mond, Rhaegar stood up and walked out: "I'm going to go see Helena, you guys keep an eye on Aegon for me."

Compared to Aegon's temperament, he was more worried about whether Helena's emotions were stable enough.

Don't really release the Dreamfire!