Chapter 142 Viserys: "It's Great, It's so Great!"

Such a shameless scene is simply despised.

Rhaenyra's eyes flashed with struggle, and she gritted her teeth and walked to the bed to sit down.

My scalp tingled with shame.

But as soon as he saw Lanner sitting with peace of mind, he became more energetic and refused to admit defeat.

Aemon's eyes lit up, and he took Rhaenyra, who was half a body away, into his arms.

He held Lannar in his right hand and Rhaenyra in his left hand.

Life seems to have reached its peak.

Eamonn felt two different kinds of warmth, smiling so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

He stepped on two boats and was not stabbed, but he is still alive!

"Aemon, are you very proud of yourself?"

Lanner narrowed her eyes and her magnetic voice was deliberately prolonged.

Aemon's eyes suddenly became clear and he shook his head vigorously: "No, absolutely nothing."

"Oh~~"

Lannal glanced at Rhaenyra who was pretending to be a quail, her beautiful eyes flickered a few times, and a smile appeared on her lips: "Aemon, what have I taught you about getting along with girls?"

The voice was so gentle that it revealed a hint of danger.

Eamonn sat up straight and replied: "Be patient with girls and don't mess around."

"Well, what else?"

Lanner tilted her head and stared straight at the handsome side face.

Aemon's back felt cold, and he said sternly: "We must respect the wishes of the girl's son, listen more to the other party's voice, and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

“Very good~~”

Lanner nodded her chin with satisfaction and suddenly asked: "Then what should you do now?"

Aemon's eyes darted around, worried about his situation.

His Royal Highness is good at fighting, but he likes to be passive in his relationship.

Fortunately, the key to the problem was found.

Aemon gave up his warm embrace and instead held two smooth jade hands, focusing on explaining and comforting Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra was silent, only nodding occasionally in response.

Something that was already expected.

She warned herself over and over again in her heart that she was going to ascend the Iron Throne and become the queen. The conditions were no worse than Lanner's, and the time to exert her strength was still behind.

Aemon finished speaking softly and put his two jade hands on his chest.

Just explain it, no need to say more if you're sorry.

Feeling the fire in each other's blood is a more complete communication than words.

Lanner regained her composure and leaned her head on her broad chest.

Rhaenyra glanced at it and leaned on the other side unwilling to be outdone.

Aemon cherished this moment of peace, sometimes pressing his cheek against Lannar's forehead, and sometimes squeezing Rhaenyra's white little hands.

In any case, he is the one who owes money in the relationship.

Then it's time to be nicer to both partners.

My mother, Lady Leia, once said that men can drink and have sex and stay up all night.

But the shoulders should not only be able to carry a woman's thighs, but also be able to withstand the burden of the family.

Damon is the guy who can't bear the burden of his family.

Aemon would never agree with him.

Boom!

There was a knock on the ajar door, and a deep voice came.

"Prince, Her Royal Highness the Queen wants to see you for something."

Eamonn raised his head in surprise, gently let go of the two silver-haired beauties, and walked over to open the door.

The person who came was a tall and burly Kingsguard wearing silver armor and white robes.

He has a meticulous appearance, with a neat bald head and a short beard on his chin.

Aemon knew him, they were acquaintances.

Senior Kingsguard Lorent Malbrandt.

The Malbrand family, who was born in Brand City in the West, is the oldest member of the Kingsguard. His martial arts skills are slightly inferior to Cole's, and his actions are more prudent.

During the Dance of the Dragons, he served as the commander of the Black Party's Queen's Guard.

"Alison wants to see me, so early?"

Aemon asked doubtfully.

Lorente said solemnly: "I don't know, Her Royal Highness the Queen also called a few young Highnesses."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Eamonn pondered for a moment, guessing that it was a good thing that Alison called him.

Archmaester Melos knew that his uncle had acquiesced, so he turned around and told Allison that it was normal.

Allison asked him to win over her feelings, but she couldn't fault him either.

After Aemon figured it out, he said hello to Lanner and went out.

Bang!

Laurent glanced at the situation in the room and closed the door sensibly.

Then, a guard stood at the door.

There are seven members of the Kingsguard.

Except for Sir Harold, the commander of the Iron Guard, he has always been the King's personal Iron Guard.

He was the one who closed the tomb door last night.

However, the Cargel brothers were seriously injured by Cole, and Cole was head-injured by His Highness the Prince. Sir Stephen, who had the best relationship with them, was sent to the valley all year round.

He and Ser Willy Vale, another Kingsguard, took over the responsibility of protecting the princess and Her Royal Highness respectively.

"Alas, women are trouble, and the White Knight's oath is worth keeping."

Laurent sighed helplessly.

…

The king's palace.

Viserys, wearing his brown silk pajamas, sat by the fireplace and enjoyed his breakfast.

"Stop, Your Majesty is still resting."

"Don't stop me, White Knight."

"..."

There was a quarrel outside the door, and the voices were Harold and the sea snake Corliss who were guarding the door.

"What's going on?"

Viserys was halfway through his meal, frowning and putting down his knife and fork.

He had a hunch that trouble was coming.

Bang!

The door was pushed open hard, and Corliss barged in aggressively.

Harold looked unkind and drew the sword from his waist.

"Wait, close the door."

Viserys stopped him just in time, waving his hand to talk alone.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Harold suppressed his temper and gave Corliss a warning look before closing the door.

Corliss snorted coldly and asked aggressively: "Your Majesty, can you tell me how you arranged Aemon Targaryen's marriage?"

He had heard the news early in the morning that the king had dissuaded many nobles from proposing marriage.

Some of them proposed to Princess Rhaenyra, and more proposed to Prince Aemon.

It is not difficult to see that the king took the lead.

"Don't be in a hurry, sit down and talk slowly."

Viserys's expression remained unchanged, and he asked the other party to sit down first.

Corliss moved a chair and attacked again: "Half of the Vale and half of the Crownland know that Laena and Aemon are close. Do you want to break up a couple?"

He maintained his remaining sanity and did not really rush forward.

But when he thought that his daughter might face the end of being toyed with and abandoned, he couldn't help but question her face to face.

"Rhaenyra and Aemon are equally close, and this is known to all the Seven Kingdoms!"

Viserys's face darkened, and he first sought truth from facts, and then warned: "I will not separate anyone, nor will I allow anyone to interfere."

The sea snake has been indulged for too long and has forgotten the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects.

If it were not for maintaining peace, the other party should have been beheaded the moment he broke into the door.

After hearing this, Corliss's furious mind calmed down a little, and he figured out the deep meaning of the king's words.

Will not separate anyone...?

Corliss's heart was shocked, and combined with his wife's indifferent attitude during the tournament, he immediately guessed that the cousins ​​had reached some kind of unspeakable tacit understanding.

They want to cultivate a conqueror!

When he thought of this, Corliss' pupils trembled, and he couldn't help but said: "Viserys, are you willing to do this!?"

Choosing Princess Rhaenyra as the crown prince is already a heresy.

Also allowing the king's husband to marry another wife with a prominent family background.

Aren't you afraid of backlash?

In excitement, he even called out the other party's name.

Viserys was very calm: "Blood doesn't lie, the master of the Iron Throne is still my blood."

He forced his daughter to get married as soon as possible, not to find a powerful ally to support Rhaenyra.

Support Rhaenyra, support his willful choice, and have the strength to fight against Oldtown Hightower.

This is the first factor in choosing the queen.

After that, character and loyalty are indispensable.

Duke Jason of the West and his brother Daemon are all lunatics who covet Rhaenyra's status as the crown prince.

On the contrary, nephew Aemon has shown his attitude from beginning to end that he looks down on the Iron Throne.

Yes, he doesn't look down on it at all.

Isn't this too good?

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As long as he and Rhaenyra give birth to children, even if Rhaenyra is sidelined or even usurped, the master of the Iron Throne will still be his grandson/granddaughter.

More importantly, the current royal family really needs the support of nephew Aemon.

He can live for at least 20 years, enough for Alicent's sons and daughters to grow up.

At that time, it will be clear whether nephew Aemon is reliable, and the royal family will have the power to protect itself.

A dead chess game can be revived.

He made a good calculation, but disrupted the plans of others.

Corliss' eyes were blazing, and the words squeezed out from his teeth: "You mean, let my daughter share a husband with someone else?"

"Miss Lanner can get married at any time, and I am willing to act as a matchmaker for the Velaryon family."

Viserys laughed.

Anyway, the relationship has been torn apart, who cares about your threats.

"You are raising a tiger to harm yourself!!"

Corliss was about to explode.

"Wrong, it's a dragon."

Viserys waved his hand to stop, and said seriously: "It's better to raise a real dragon than to let a poisonous snake go."

Corliss ignored the sarcasm and said angrily: "What's wrong with the marriage I proposed?"

The daughter married Aemon, and the son married Rhaenyra.

The two families joined forces, which was more stable and more conducive to inheritance.

Viserys' eyes were cold, and he still had some anger. He growled: "Because of my cousin Rhaenys, the Velaryon family has sucked blood from the Targaryen family. How long do you want to greedily 'inherit'!?"

Corliss was stunned by the roar, staring at the person in front of him.

Is this still the weak "young king", Viserys I who always wears a flattering smile on his face?

Viserys was venting his anger halfway, of course he couldn't stop: "If your daughter marries Aemon, her offspring can still have a dragon egg."

"No matter which lord's daughter your son marries, his offspring will never touch a dragon's scale."

As he spoke, Viserys became more and more fierce, pointing at the other party's nose: "Of course, this conclusion is based on the mercy of the gods, and your son still has the ability to give birth to offspring."

As soon as these words came out, Corliss's face changed instantly.

If it was a warning and threat just now, it was now a naked sarcasm.

Directly expose the weakness of the Velaryon family and drag it under the sun.

"Lannino is a man, and a dragon rider."

Corliss's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, defending his son.

"Haha, is that so?"

Viserys lowered his eyes and sneered: "He is not even a knight, and you have raised him to be a man who is not a man."

Bang!

Corliss could no longer bear it and stood up, saying, "Viserys, you will regret this!"

After that, he didn't want to stay in this bedroom for a moment and slammed the door and left.

How could Viserys fall behind? He shouted, "Corliss, I am the king!"

Bang!

The door slammed shut, and the door frame trembled.

Viserys was the only one left in the room, his calm mood changing from excitement to relief, his chest heaving up and down as he panted.

Seven levels of hell!

After so many years as king, today is the happiest day.

Damn sea snake!

By marrying his cousin Rhaenys, the family gained the blood of two dragon masters, and they dared to challenge the royal family as kings.

Now that his nephew has grown up, he has replaced his father Damon and formed a new deterrent.

If the sea snake dares to act recklessly again, it will make him pay the price.

…

The queen's chamber.

Aemon forced a smile on his face and held the little princess Helena in his arms.

The little girl has fair and tender skin, a head of silver-gold slightly curly hair, and her two chubby hands are balled up.

Aemon looked down at her and met her big light purple eyes.

Helena was dumbfounded and suddenly said: "Wheat sprouts grow from the ashes."

"Um?"

Aemon's expression was subtle, these were fragments of his dream.

"What do you know?"

Aemon asked curiously.

The little girl shook her head, her chubby face trembled slightly, and her little body shrank into a white ball.

"Aemon, give her to me."

Alison walked from the side and said with an awkward smile: "Helena always says weird things, but she actually means well."

In the palace, Aemon was sitting on the carpet, and little Aegon next to him was holding a dragon-shaped stone sculpture, trying to trick his younger brother Aemond in a decent manner.

Aemond looked serious as he listened to his brother's bragging.

The purpose of Alison calling Eamonn was very simple, just to increase the interaction between the children and to get her daughter closer.

It was boring to get along, but fortunately both parties were patient.

There was a little girl missing from Eamonn's arms, and he reminded: "Alison, you should listen to her more."

Targaryen's special talent "Dreamer".

He is a dreamer himself and occasionally has prophetic dreams.

Maybe Helena too.

"I listened carefully, but most of them couldn't understand."

Alison held her fair and tender daughter with a look of helplessness on her face.

Helena lay in her mother's arms, her little face almost wrinkled into a bun.

"Then be more tolerant of her and encourage her to speak more."

Aemon considered.

It is hard to imagine that the dreamer talent that the uncle is pursuing so hard is among his children.

Just like not giving power to his eldest daughter Rhaenyra, he also didn't get to know his younger daughter Helena seriously.

Of course, dreamers also have different talents.

He has nightmares and is more traditional.

Helena seems not to be dreaming, and can see certain fragments when she is in a daze.

"I will."

Allison forced a smile.

From the look of her, she just didn't take it to heart.

Aemon shook his head and changed the subject: "Has there been any strange people lately?"

The children of the Green Party are still too young, and the average child is a carrot head.

Take the time to get in touch slowly.

Alison was stunned for a moment when she was asked. After thinking about it, she thought of a person: "Laris has seen me."

Eamon suddenly became alert: "What's wrong with him?"

Larris "Crooked Foot" is not a good guy.

Alison looked embarrassed and hesitated for only a second: "He gave me suggestions to help you marry Miss Lanner."

She speculated that Laris was a dark-minded person, and it was hard to imagine Prime Minister Leonor giving birth to such a son.

The strategy he came up with was not bad, and it could hit Rhaenyra.

But it failed and almost cheated Eamonn.

Allison no longer trusts him.

Soon, under Eamon's questioning, the whole process of meeting and talking with Laris was explained clearly.

Completely betrayed.

Aemon remained silent, his eyes gradually deepening.

He was right.

In addition to Grand Maester Melos' old dog, Alison was surrounded by other monsters and monsters.