Chapter 495: Digging a Hole for Damon

Rhaenys was relatively calm. She glanced at Daemon who was watching the show, and stepped forward to greet her nephew: "Corliss is still outside. You men can talk about your own affairs."

"Then excuse me."

Rhaegar was very sensible and happened to have missed dinner.

…

"Brother, why are you here?"

Little Darren looked surprised and trotted wagging his butt, like a greedy cat smelling the fishy smell.

Benila and Renya were behind him.

When they saw Rega sitting at the dining table, their eyes lit up and they excitedly stepped forward to talk to him.

Chirping, so quiet.

Surrounded by several children, Rhaegar sniffed the dragon stench on his body and said helplessly: "You really have to stay away from me, don't stink up the whole nest."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid."

Little Darren giggled, scratched his head and sat in a seat next to him.

He arched his butt and squeezed out Benila who was about to sit down.

Benila's eyes widened, and she raised her hand to give him two punches.

"Shhhh~"

Renya quickly grabbed her and gave up her seat to protect her husband.

Rhaegar watched with interest, admiring Benila's bravery.

Turning his head, Damon was chatting privately with a male attendant who was serving the meal, and interrupted: "Have you considered teaching Benila martial arts?"

Damon turned back in confusion, waved the male attendant to leave, and asked: "Like that silly girl Helena?"

"She's not stupid!"

Rhaegar emphasized seriously and rubbed Benila's head: "She is your heir and a dragon knight. She can learn some martial arts to protect herself."

Daemon sneered: "It's up to you. Anyway, my two daughters are the adopted daughters of you and Rhaenyra."

Rhaegar frowned slightly, observing the expressions of Benila and Renya.

Renya smiled and watched the conversation between her father and her cousin.

Benila was a little aggrieved, snorted heavily, and turned her head to ignore her father.

Rega was thoughtful and nodded silently: "Okay, I'll watch the teaching."

He felt that the good uncle didn't seem to care much about the future of the two girls.

It's not that I don't love you, but it's a careless indulgence.

"Let Rhaenyra teach her a lesson later. We can't waste two good seedlings."

Rhaegar looked as usual, teasing the three children, secretly calculating in his heart.

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Dishes are served and candlelight flickers.

Rhaenys and Lannar sat next to each other, and they often asked about the feat of herding dragons.

The dragons in the dragon's lair can simply command the dragon, which is limited to commands such as entering and exiting the dragon's pit, feeding, and comforting.

It was unheard of to whip a dragon with a whip and drive several adult dragons to fly.

"Rhaega, is this whip a dragon training tool?"

Rhaenys put her elbows on the table and looked closer at the dragon-taming whip placed in front of her nephew.

It's pitch black, with barbs all over the body, and the handle is made of Valyrian steel...

It's very unusual at first glance.

Rhaegar did not hide his clumsiness and said: "The dragon kings of ancient Valyria have many secret treasures of dragon training, and this is just one of them."

Damon's eyes flickered and he discussed: "I saw in the library of Pentos that some dragon king families hold a horn that controls dragons."

"That's just a legend."

Lannar looked a little helpless and said: "The Valyrian Peninsula was destroyed, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false biographies left behind."

During the years they spent in the Free Trade City, Damon often spent time in the library in order to numb himself.

Specifically read the stories left by the Dragon Kings.

Daemon ignored it and looked at Rhaegar with burning eyes, wanting to eat him alive.

When it comes to understanding the Dragon Kings, my good nephew is definitely above me.

He longed to know more.

Feeling the attention of everyone, Lei Jia thought about the purpose of his visit and said decisively: "Yes! And it is in the Sea of ​​Smoke, but ordinary people can't find it."

"The Sea of ​​Smoke is dangerous," Rhaenys commented.

Damon grinned and there seemed to be light in his eyes: "Can you find it? If you enter the sea of ​​smoke."

Rhaegar went through the precognitive dream in his mind and thought to himself, "Yes".

With the means he already has.

The dragon compass searches for young dragons, the glazed candle and [Flower in the Mirror, Water and Moon] can see thousands of miles away, a rough map of the land of long summer.

When these three points are combined, the danger of the sea of ​​smoke will be minimized.

Just as he was about to speak, the door opened with a bang.

Sea Snake, dressed in dusty clothes, looked around and said hello: "Sorry, something happened in Hull Town, I came back late."

"Lord Corliss, I have something to ask you."

Rhaegar stood up to show respect, his eyes were particularly firm, and he explained his purpose: "There are traces of wild young dragons in the Sea of ​​Smoke. I plan to find the young dragons, and I need the fleet escort of the Velaryon family."

The sea snake was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard it wrong: "Do you want to lead the Velaryon family's fleet into the Sea of ​​Smoke?"

Are you kidding me? The sea of ​​smoke is a key danger zone.

On the nine long voyages, I will avoid them when passing through the sea of ​​smoke.

As a saying in Chuanhui Town goes:

"A wise sailor flees before a storm comes."

Rhaegar naturally understood the dangers involved, but still persisted: "The young dragon cannot give up, not to mention that there is a special herb in the Yanhai Sea that can relieve my father's narcolepsy."

"With all due respect, this is an unrealistic decision."

The sea snake sighed helplessly and said matter-of-factly: "The Sea of ​​Smoke is very dangerous, but if it's for the king, there is no coward in Velaryon."

Velaryon once again married into the royal family, and their relationship became much closer.

"However, Velaryon's fleet is insufficient to explore the Sea of ​​Smoke."

The sea snake shook his head and expressed his difficulties.

After the Three Women's Kingdom and the Dorne War, the family's fleet was down to ten.

The remaining seeds are responsible for monitoring the Green Water River and cooperating with the Stone Step Islands to seal off the lower half of the Narrow Sea.

Unable to spare any troops, we entered a dangerous sea.

Rhaegar touched his chin, thinking about how true or false the bonus points mentioned by the sea snake were.

Sea Snake's eyes were bright and clear, and he sat calmly on the main seat, raising his hand to signal the Crown Prince to sit down and eat.

He really wasn't telling lies.

Who doesn't want a baby dragon, but you have to be able to get it.

Risks and returns are not proportional.

Rhaegar sat down and looked at Daemon.

Damon was also meditating, wondering how many undiscovered treasures there were in the smoke.

"Rhaegar, I have a suggestion."

Rhaenys suddenly spoke, her expression a bit complicated.

Rega was startled and said humbly: "Auntie, tell me."

The nephew's sincerity gave Rhaenys the confidence to straighten her slightly curved spine, and the wrinkles around her eyes and tail were temporarily smoothed: "Compared to a young dragon, you should inherit your father's throne as soon as possible and solve the hidden dangers after the war."

Lei Jia hesitated slightly, and wanted to say that the reason for exploring the sea of ​​smoke was for his father.

The words coming to your lips are really not nutritious, so keep your mouth shut and choose to listen to the advice.

Seeing that he did not interrupt, Rhaenys's eyes flashed with relief: "Your father relies too much on the Imperial Council and handles many important matters very sloppily. You must be prepared to take over a mess."

Rhaegar didn't object.

He has discovered the shortcomings of the Imperial Council and is planning to do something big after he ascends the throne.

Rhaenys was not done yet.

He glanced at Damon covertly and tried to be tactful: "How do you deal with the matter between you and Lady Jane? The whole valley knows that she is pregnant."

Rhaegar's lips were dry and he said, "The Church of the Seven Gods and I have re-drafted the "Law of Exceptions."

"uh-huh?"

Rhaenys looked sideways and shrugged.

Rhaegar was honest.

Damon watched it from beginning to end, his eyebrows raised unconsciously, and he laughed unkindly.

Lanner glanced at him.

Damon:…

He turned his head and took a sip of wine in disappointment.

After asking so many crucial questions, Rhaegar's head felt dizzy.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he stared straight into Damon's eyes.

Rhaegar saw greed in his eyes.

Daemon also wants the young dragon and the treasure of the Smoky Sea.

Rhaegar thought for a moment and came up with a way to have both advantages and disadvantages.

The fleet of House Velaryon was dispatched to patrol the Sea of ​​Smoke area.

If Damon wants to enter the Sea of ​​Smoke, let him patrol with a dragon.

Tyrosh happened to be a gathering place for mercenaries, and there was no shortage of minions who were paid to do things.

Dare to think and dare to do it, Lei Jia said directly: "Then seal off the Yanhai area, and no one will trespass on the left and right."

Damon immediately took the bait and asked, "Aren't you afraid that someone will sneak into the sea of ​​smoke and kidnap the baby dragon?"

"I will arrange patrol candidates."

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, indicating something.

Damon remained silent and did not take the job rashly.

Sea Snake was very generous and agreed: "I will send people to seal off the Yanhai, at least to ensure that if anyone enters, the news will be sent back immediately."

"That's it."

Rega decided to take action.

Thinking back to all the government affairs in King's Landing, I couldn't help but feel a little headache: "I still have to fly back to King's Landing."

Damon shook the wine glass gently, looked at the wine hanging on the wall, and drank it all in one gulp.

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At night, the sky is dotted with stars.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

squeak——

The king's palace opened, and the two white knights glanced back.

Rega rubbed his brows, said dryly "Thank you", turned around and walked out.

The white knight did not dare to neglect: "Prince, walk slowly."

Just now, I vaguely heard the conversation in the bedroom.

The Crown Prince is about to register!

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Princess bedroom.

squeak——

The door quietly opened a crack, and a purple eye explored inside.

Quiet and dark.

Outside the door, Rhaegar felt anxious and crept in.

Passing through the hall first, the candlelight was dim.

Gently lift the bead curtain, revealing a large carved bed.

After confirming that there was no movement on the bed, Rega breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay, Rhaenyra is asleep."

Otherwise, it would be awkward to discuss the matter of multiple marriages together.

"Rhaegar!"

In the silent environment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Rega stiffened and gritted his teeth secretly.

Click!

A candlelight illuminated the room, and a hazy halo hit the two people in the room.

Rhaenyra, holding a candlestick, sat quietly by the bed, her dress neatly gazing at him.

Look at that posture, he has already woken up.

Rhaegar was stuck where he was, neither could he leave, nor could he not leave.

Rhaenyra looked strange and patted the bedside: "Come here!"

"okay."

Rega obediently stepped forward and sat upright next to Wen Run.

He took the candlestick, looked around, and interrupted: "Where's the baby?"

"Sarah took care of it."

Rhaenyra was annoyed and rolled her eyes: "Why are you so dishonest and touching my room in the middle of the night?"

I stayed up most of the night listening to the roars of gluttons.

One guess is that Rhaegar is back.

Rhaegar lay down with his head tilted, resting his pillow on the thigh wrapped in the red dress, holding his delicate waist: "I want to ascend the throne."

"Well, I'm going to be queen."

Rhaenyra lifted his chin with her emerald-green fingers and looked directly into those slightly melancholy purple eyes.

"Not happy?"

"It's very troublesome."

"How many people want to cause trouble but haven't had the chance."

Rhaenyra's eyes were soft and she gave encouragement: "Think carefully about Aegon and Aemond's enfeoffment, and Daemon's back-up handling."

"Daemon has no good fruit to eat."

Rhaegar was very vindictive and muttered: "I caught a wild young dragon, and there is another one in Yanhai. I want to go, but they don't agree."

Rhaenyra listened silently and touched his face with her bare hands, knowing that Rhaegar wanted to go to the Sea of ​​Smoke to find something to cure her father.

After a long time, Rhaegar yawned and said he was sleepy.

She hugged her slender waist tightly, and rubbed her cheek a few times, hoping to get a good night's sleep first.

"Rhaegar."

"Um?"

"You came into my room in the middle of the night just to tell me a story?"

Rhaenyra's voice was soft, and her eyes flashed with malicious intent.

"Ah?" Rega opened his eyelids.

The red cloth is covered head-on, and what comes into view is a patch of white greasy.

"Who allowed you to sleep?"

Rhaenyra held her hands back, her red skirt covering her face on her legs, and her thighs tightened.

Rhaegar's vision went dark.

"Are you afraid that I will be angry?"

Rhaenyra raised her hips to adjust to a comfortable position, breathing slightly: "Serve your queen well!"

"Woooo~!"

Rhaegar whined and shook his head in protest.

He doesn't like this approach.

"The protest is ineffective!"

Rhaenyra was fierce, just like she was bullied when she was a child, and she hammered her head under the red dress.

There was a bang, and Rhaegar had tears in his eyes.

The body lying on its side beside the bed was kicked under the bed and forced to kneel on one knee.

It's so annoying, Rhaenyra is always so domineering.

He was often bullied when he was a child.

Always doing weird and bad things.

Rhaegar wiped away his tears on Bai Gui and resigned himself to working hard.

"hiss!"

Rhaenyra gasped, her small earlobes dyed rose red, and her waist tilted back unconsciously.

One hand was supporting the soft body, and the other was pressing on the red skirt.

The legs were clamped harder and harder, and a trace of revenge flashed in her charming eyes.