Chapter 141 Sixty-Nine Yimon: "No, You Came at the Right Time!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the wine cup fell to the ground.

There was a crisp "snap" sound, and the gold cup fell out of its dent, shattering the ground with broken glass.

Bang!

The door to the tomb suddenly closed, and a muffled sound echoed in the dark space.

Harold's face was solemn, and he worked with another Kingsguard to guard the door.

Aemon glanced at the broken glass at his feet and was keenly aware of something strange around him.

The altar was illuminated by candlelight, and shadows appeared on the walls.

They were soldiers wearing armor, holding axes, war hammers, ropes and other weapons in their hands.

At a rough glance, the number was no less than twenty.

Aemon was surprised and uncertain, and faintly heard the soft moan of the wind blowing the ax blade.

What does this mean.

Breaking a cup as a sign, beating a dog with a door closed, the sound of an ax and the shadow of a candle...?

The uncle was in a hurry and wanted to strengthen him.

Viserys looked expressionless, looking at his nephew who had discovered the ambush, and showed the decisiveness of a king: "You can refuse, if you leave this door, you will get out of King's Landing forever like Daemon."

Aemon was very eye-catching and was silent for a while.

Observing the ambushes in secret, the weapons they hold are very targeted. In addition to blunt weapons, they are iron ropes and hemp ropes.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, and the rune sword was too big and heavy to use.

But even with a sword, it's a bit difficult to get out.

This martial arts competition gave him a deep understanding of the martial arts of "ordinary people" and thus confirmed his own abilities.

Damon and Cole are evenly matched, and they can probably fight seven or eight of them each.

His physique is extraordinary. It is conservatively estimated that he can fight 17 or 18 people.

There were no more or less swordsmen in the dark, just enough to capture him.

However, looking at the distance between his uncle and him, he was only two meters away.

The ambiguity of this distance is in sharp contrast to the meticulousness of the card number.

Viserys suppressed his anger and urged: "Is it difficult to make a promise from you?"

When Eamonn heard the roar, it was like an enlightenment.

In an instant, his mind was running wildly, and he fully realized the hidden purpose of this conversation.

The uncle acquiesced!

Aemon knelt down on one knee with a "pop" and said solemnly: "I will marry Rhaenyra, be betrothed to her when I come of age, and defend the Iron Throne with all my heart."

"Not just the Iron Throne, you have to protect her."

Viserys picked out errors in his words and pointed them out dissatisfiedly.

Eamon laughed out loud: "Of course."

During the conversation, the secret swordsman quietly disappeared, and the tension disappeared.

He heard the subtext in his uncle's words.

Betrothed and married to Rhaenyra, without involving Lannar.

He was talking about getting engaged after adulthood, and his uncle had no objection.

Then there is only one truth. The uncle has acquiesced in the issue of marrying more than one person.

Viserys stepped down the steps and snorted coldly: "Get up, you bastard full of tricks."

"Thank you, uncle."

Aemon chuckled.

I had Aunt Rhaenys's approval before, and now my uncle's tacit approval.

Just need to pierce the last layer of paper between Lannar and Rhaenyra, and then they can open the harem safely and safely.

"Don't be glib with me."

Viserys became angry when he saw his face and warned sternly: "My daughter is not Visenya. If you dare to treat her like that, be careful of the revenge of a father."

There is no denying that "Bronze Fury" Vormithor is a powerful adult dragon.

Silver Wings and the unseen light gray-white wild dragon are also indispensable companions.

The scene of dragons dancing together during the day really shocked him greatly.

That was the prosperity of his family that he could only hope to achieve.

If this bastard dares to say stupid things about marrying for love and responsibility again, don't blame the elders for not giving him a chance.

In this world, dragons are not the only thing related to magic.

Eamonn nodded like a chicken, whatever you say is what it is.

The uncle has made the biggest concession.

This step involves the conflict between Targaryen and the faith of the Seven Gods, rising to the inheritance of the Iron Throne, and even many hidden dangers buried from the time of King Rui.

If everything goes wrong, there will be another rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms.

The uncle always seeks stability, which shows that he is very determined.

…

Bang!

The door to the tomb opened and Aemon walked out with a smile.

A big stone fell to the ground in my heart.

It's really easy to have nothing to do, and the haze above my head for many days is gone.

"Be engaged in adulthood, which is 107 AC, time is enough."

Eamonn thought about Xiao Jiujiu.

The development of River Valley Town went smoothly, and he was awarded the hereditary title of "Prince of River Valley Town".

Calculate the approximate strength.

The core combat power is three giant dragons that can go on the battlefield.

Gray Shadow is young and small, but he can barely fight.

The main army, the vassals of the Runestone City line, and the allies of the River Valley Town line.

Such as the Redford family of Red Base, Cetiga of Crab Island, Grafson of Seagull Town...

The last one is yet to be determined. The attitudes of Seagull Town and Eagle's Nest City are equally ambiguous.

The mainstay, the one hundred and fifty valley knights, eight hundred long archers, and five hundred city guards of River Valley Town.

The total does not exceed 1,500 people, all the troops that River Valley Town can currently recruit.

Comprehensive strength assessment:

When it comes to recruiting vassals and troops, it is definitely inferior to the royal orthodoxy that holds great righteousness.

But he has many dragons and is overwhelmed by high-end combat power.

In terms of number of dragons, they are on par with the Velaryon family.

He controls three dragons by himself, and his strength on the battlefield exceeds 1+1.

Moreover, it is extremely resistant to dragon flames and has a life-saving "sapphire amulet". Even if the conqueror fights for his life, he will still be beaten by two big guys.

It’s a billion-point advantage.

In terms of military strength, the Velaryon family has no vassal, and their naval fleet is powerful, but that's all.

Wormithor was quiet after a few breaths of dragon flame.

In summary, Aemon clenched his fists and clapped his hands, saying with great momentum: "I am the great power."

After tonight.

There will inevitably be a new political structure with the royal family, the "Targaryen" branch of Dale Town-Runestone City, and the Velaryon family coexisting in parallel.

At least on the surface, the three parties occupy a dominant position.

Behind them may be the Oldtown faction headed by the Green Party, the royalists headed by the Black Party, and the missing Daemon.

Among them, the Black and Green parties were born, but they do not have a dominant position.

For the time being, they are just making a small fuss in the court and cannot affect the seven major countries.

Daemon is a trouble.

He alone, along with the Hightower of Oldtown and the Velaryon family, are all the behind-the-scenes promoters of the "Dance of the Dragons".

It is they who are pressing forward step by step, accumulating small mistakes into big mistakes, and pushing the incident to an irreversible point.

Now that Daemon and Oldtown Hightower have withdrawn from the power table, we just need to be careful.

Aemon's first task is to expand his power as much as possible during the peace period.

As long as he is strong enough, Daemon and Oldtown Hightower will never return to King's Landing, and the Black and Green parties will never have a chance to develop.

By then, by marrying Lanar, he can stabilize the conspirator Corliss, the sea serpent.

Find an opportunity to erase their dragon-controlling rights, and the Velaryon family will naturally decline and lose the threat.

By the time Alicent's children grow up, he and Rhaenyra will probably have given birth to heirs.

The children of the Green Party are not enemies, but the property of their half-sister Rhaenyra.

In this way, the Targaryen family, which avoids the "Dance of the Dragons", will surely enter an unprecedented prosperity.

"Here comes the question."

Aemon frowned and said in a tangled way: "Now that I have the advantage, how can I maintain my development?"

Should I attack the Eyrie and unify the nobles of the Vale?

Or should I start the Dorne War and carry out Targaryen-style political correctness?

Or, should I set my sights on the other side of the strait.

Peaceful development gives the opponent a chance.

War is the fastest way to progress, which will infinitely magnify the advantage.

"Ahem..."

As he walked, an old cough came from behind him.

Aemon collected his thoughts and looked sideways.

Grand Maester Meros walked into the crypt with a tray, hunched over.

"Poppy milk?"

Aemon tilted his head slightly and recognized the milky white liquid in the tray.

My uncle's cuts were serious, especially the wounds that had not healed for a long time.

If strong liquor was not enough to relieve the pain, he would use poppy milk to paralyze the nerves.

"It would be great if I could draw a card to treat the injury."

Aemon was powerless.

Cards related to magic are often difficult to draw.

Most of the magic cards he had drawn were enhancement and props, with few active effects.

Meros came in a hurry, but also left in a hurry.

He walked out with an old face, his hands in his sleeves, and looked very stealthy.

Glancing at Aemon who had not left yet, his eyes were a little evasive, and he walked away in small steps pretending to be calm.

"There is something strange."

Aemon's luck was good, and he could see at a glance that he was hiding something.

Involving another old matter, who brought the news of the burning of the brothel back to the Red Castle?

Aemon grinned: "This old dog."

As the saying goes, the biting dog doesn't bark.

The old dog Meros is a representative of the Green Party. He can't stand Rhaenyra's good fortune and is afraid of the danger of him and Daemon.

"He is good at snitching."

Aemon thought that the other party might be instructed by Alisson, and licked the corner of his lips: "Riverdale alone is not enough. Rhaenyra and I have no helpers in the Royal Council."

As the future regent, how can there be no one in the Royal Council.

I have to think about it when I go back.

Should he remove one of them and replace him with his own people, or should he win over a reliable minister of the royal court?

Power is to radiate every branch and detail.

…

Aemon passed by the banquet hall and returned to his room.

The reason he passed by was to find someone.

Lanar and Rhaenyra were not there, so he had made a wasted trip.

“He is the son of Lady Rhea.”

In the corner of the banquet hall, a tall and thin girl with chestnut curly hair sat.

The girl had a good appearance, wearing a beige skirt, and her figure was too tall and thin.

Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, with high cheekbones and thin lips, she looked a little mean.

The pair of brown eyes were deep, revealing the unique heroic spirit of women at the bottom of the valley.

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She didn’t have too many accessories on her body, and she had a necklace hanging in front of her neck, with the pendant of a crescent eagle emblem.

Obviously, she was from the Arryn family of the Eyrie.

The female companion beside him came up and whispered, "You also saw him in the duel during the day. He is a very dangerous man."

Jeyne Arryn looked solemn and said cautiously, "The merchants of Riverdale are becoming more and more active in the Arryn Valley. We must be careful."

She was raised by Lord Jobert of Runestone City. She heard that His Majesty the Elderly King intended to establish a branch of the family in the Valley.

At that time, Riverdale was developed, and Aemon was named "Prince of Riverdale".

The people of the Valley were in panic, which shook the ruling position of the Eyrie.

Looking at the style of His Royal Highness, the next step is likely to attack the Eyrie and take the entire Valley into his pocket.

A Targaryen who holds two castles and three dragons can do such a thing.

...

The next day.

In the morning, the sun has just risen.

Eamonn was lying on the bed, with several wine bottles scattered around him.

"Zhizhi~~"

The golden-nosed rat laid its head back and slept soundly, with alcohol-smelling saliva hanging from the corners of its mouth.

One man and one mouse drank wine secretly.

Squeak!

The door opened gently, and a graceful figure walked in.

Aemon opened his eyes in a daze and saw a pair of majestic mountain peaks.

"Lannaer~~"

Only bad women can have Yukiko on this scale.

"Get up, Aemon."

Lanner looked helpless, picked up a few wine bottles and shook them.

Empty, not a drop of wine.

How much did you drink last night?

"I feel so sleepy and my head hurts."

Aemon closed his eyes and lay down on the bed to coo.

He actually only took two sips, and the rest went into the belly of the golden-nosed rat.

But you ask why not get up?

His Royal Highness has his own routine.

"The king scolded you last night and you actually learned to drink?"

Lanner sat on the edge of the bed, pushing her head with scattered silver threads.

Eamonn continued to pretend to be drunk and muttered aggrievedly: "Uncle ambushed the Axeman and he wants to kill me."

"Are you okay?"

Lanner was shocked and quickly lifted the quilt to check the situation.

She just came to wake him up, and pointed out that Aemon was in two boats.

I didn't expect to hear such exciting news.

Aemon's eyes were dim with drunkenness, his head resting on his snow-white thighs: "He forced me to marry Rhaenyra, but he won't let me marry you."

"Then, what did you say?"

Lanner's eyes were suspicious.

My arms and legs are all there, is it a compromise?

"I want to marry you."

Eamonn suddenly shouted loudly, and then fell down like a piece of mud, saying drunkenly: "Lanael is my first wife, and I love her most."

Black lines appeared on Lanner's forehead, and she wondered if the guy lying on her lap was pretending to be drunk.

Eamonn was still exerting his strength, hugging his big white legs and rubbing his face: "Lannaer..."

Tell the truth after drinking.

Avoid unanswerable questions and express your feelings directly to the point.

"What about Rhaenyra?"

Lanner's angle was tricky and she asked in a low voice.

With hot air blowing on his ears, Eamonn knew he couldn't pretend to sleep, and tears flowed from his eyes: "Lanael, I love you so much."

As he said that, he staggered into the warm embrace and used the strength of Yu Gong to move the mountains to rub the mountains hard.

Lanner:......

Tears are streaming down my face. Are you just pretending?

She couldn't tell, she really couldn't tell.

"Lannaer, I'm sorry."

Eamonn was completely shameless, hugged the bear and cried bitterly: "I can't just marry you, I'm sorry for you."

What's the use of face?

You only care about me, and I know the depth of your relationship. If you insist on saving face, you are looking for trouble.

The man is half drunk and will act until you cry.

The uncle and Aunt Rhaenys both acquiesced, and it was a good opportunity to take advantage of the victory and capture Lannar.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Lanner held the head in her arms tenderly and comforted her with a soft voice.

She has determined that the dog man is just pretending to be drunk.

Is there any way?

Aemon confided the information, and the king acquiesced in multiple marriages.

Unless she was willing to quit and give up her man to Rhaenyra.

But how is that possible.

Lanner sighed deeply, the cold light and helplessness in her eyes jumped repeatedly.

She is a latecomer.

Aemon and Rhaenyra were childhood sweethearts, but they were no match for her heavenly descendant.

Now that the old lover is entangled, let's call it retribution for trying to force him into a corner.

Then again.

Renee was so beautiful and her face was so coquettish that she was jealous.

The key point is that my brain is still new, stupid and flexible.

Sharing a husband with her…

Still very unwilling!

Lannal's thoughts were turning over and over again, while she was trying to coax the drunken Eamonn.

Aemon took a peek and guessed that the bad woman had guessed that he was pretending to be drunk.

One is willing to act and the other is willing to coax, but no one has broken the window paper.

Half an hour later.

Aemon wiped away the traces of tears on the big bear, pretended to wake up and got up.

"Have breakfast."

Lanner accepted her fate and served a carefully prepared breakfast.

Although Eamonn's acting was fake, he was at least sincere.

That's enough.

"Lannaer, when did you come?"

Aemon pretended to be confused.

Lanner held her forehead with one hand and said, "It's been a while."

Soon, Aemon finished his breakfast, washed and changed clothes.

Lanner sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, watching him quietly as he worked.

Silver-gold waist-length curly hair hangs in front of her body, her milky white skin looks breakable in the morning light, and her plump figure exudes a different kind of temptation.

Aemon sat back on the bed and gently held her in his arms.

The acting is over, and what needs to be said is done through drunkenness.

Next, you can’t use routines, you have to be sincere.

"Lanna'er, you have been wronged."

Aemon murmured softly, resting his chin on the other person's shoulder.

He knew that Lanner was soft on the outside but strong on the inside, but very traditional at heart.

Regarding multiple marriages, the resistance is not as great as expected.

Of course, marrying more than one partner must be of the Dragon King bloodline who is also a dragon controller, in order to gain recognition of the same status.

Lanner leaned on her broad shoulders, her beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and her fingertips ran across her handsome face.

She had nothing to say.

According to her mother's words, if a woman can't stand a man, she proves herself useless.

Don't blame others.

Squeak!

The door opened, revealing a beautiful figure in a black dress.

Seeing the situation in the room, Rhaenyra was stunned for a moment, her lips moved slightly: "I'm sorry, I didn't come at the right time."

She came to wake up Aemon.

Her father summoned her early in the morning and no longer opposed her and Aemon's relationship.

In this situation, she was superfluous.

Lanar remained silent, wanting to see how Aemon would deal with it.

Aemon smiled faintly, opened his arms wide, and said, "No, you came at the right time."

If you don't have the courage to open a harem, then what's the point of opening a harem.

His Royal Highness has been ordered to marry more!