Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 585

Chapter 585 Winter is coming!

King's Landing, Dragon's Lair.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan lay prone on the ground, fixing a steel plate on one wing, and swallowed the burnt long-winged dragon corpse.

Look at that hungry look, he has suffered a lot along the way.

"Take good care of it and pay attention to the deterioration of the wound."

Rhaegar took off his black robe and carefully warned the dragon-carrying man.

The Huanlong man did not dare to neglect and said hurriedly: "Yes, Your Majesty."

"That's good."

Rhaegar felt relieved and casually said: "Daeron."

"Here we come." Darren climbed out of the dragon pit, untied the package from his arms and threw it out.

Bang-

Lei Jia caught it steadily, opened it, and placed it in front of the dragon man. He said nonsensically in a serious manner: "The newly laid dragon eggs of Silver Wing, special care."

The dragon man looked puzzled, opened his mouth and chose to acquiesce.

He waved to other companions to come forward and put the dragon eggs into the incubation vessel prepared in advance.

Rhaegar laughed it off. There was nothing to explain.

In today's world, the dragon is the symbol of the Targaryen family.

The birth of Mogul, the wild dragon in the sea of smoke, caused huge waves.

The ownerless wild dragon "Ulagas", which can be called a living fossil, hides its existence as much as possible until it can fly freely again.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan had almost eaten, and stretched his neck to get in front of Rega, shouting like a baby while **** him.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to rub the golden scales, and apologized to his good brother Aegon in his heart.

Your dragon is no longer pure.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan had clear vertical pupils, licked the sharp dragon kiss, turned around and curled up next to the long-winged dragon corpse.

When not facing its own kind, it has always been a good baby.

Rhaegar also saw this, looking at the slender dragon tail with the pale pink wing membranes burnt, he said with envy: "Aegon is such a foolish man, and he has caught a beautiful dragon that is loyal and brave."

Looking at the four generations of dragons in the family, every dragon has very good talents.

Syrax and Theselion have not yet shown their talents, but they have both made contributions on the battlefield.

Gray Shadow is a wild dragon, let's not talk about it for now.

Hai Yan, who has been fighting for years, and Yang Yan, who has a ferocious temperament, are the best friends among the four generations of dragons.

"Yang Yan is so beautiful, even if she is burned now."

Darren sighed sincerely.

Tesselien has a noble temperament and top-notch appearance, but his ordinary temperament is too naughty.

"Well said."

Rhaegar nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the dragon's lair.

If Yang Yan and Haiyan can grow up smoothly, even if they don't become adult dragons, they will still be the mainstay of the family in the next few decades.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan quietly opened his eyes, looked at the backs of the two brothers, and squeezed out a small cry from his throat.

It seems to be saying goodbye to it.

Red Fort.

"Your Majesty, Prince Aegon's second wedding went ahead as scheduled, causing quite a stir among the nobles."

Leonor reported in a low voice, with a serious and fat face.

"As expected, the Andals do not have the custom of marrying more than once."

Rhaegar walked into his magnificent Red Keep, always paying attention to the changes in the people around him.

The wedding had not ended long ago, and there were still many nobles from all over the Seven Kingdoms who had not left.

The nobles have long been vocal about the king's multiple marriages.

The good uncle Damon is on the other side of the narrow sea, and his plan to marry Bai Maggot Xiaomei also faces public controversy.

As the king's half-brother, he is the prince of the Stepstone Islands.

Aegon openly married two wives one after another, which was equivalent to riding on the necks of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms and shitting.

"Your Majesty, you'd better come forward and explain."

Leonor was quite troubled and patiently tried to persuade him.

The conflict between the Seven Gods' faith and the Protestant faith has already stimulated some devout aristocratic forces.

If the royal family regards multiple marriages as normal, it will be difficult for the nobles of the seven countries not to regard it as a provocation.

Rhaegar paused and said without pretense: "Lord Leonor, when does the king need to give an explanation to his vassals?"

"There must always be a signal to make the nobles feel more at ease."

Leonor said helplessly.

"They have to learn to get used to it."

Rhaegar shook his head and said, "My father just indulged them too much and developed a lot of bad habits."

After saying that, he left the anxious Leonor behind and went straight up the stairs.

"His Majesty…"

Leonor had no choice but to look sad.

The king is good at everything, except that he is young and vigorous.

With the Targaryen family at its peak, there were more than twenty dragons under their command, regardless of age or age, which almost overwhelmed the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

Targaryen and the dragon have truly become "gods" in the eyes of the world.

"Alas, Your Majesty seems to have a tendency to suppress nobles."

Leonor sighed deeply, feeling uneasy.

Rhaegar saw his father resting in the palace, took a bath and walked out of Maegor's Tower.

Go around the throne room and enter the godswood through the back door.

Under the weirwoods.

The ground is covered with red fallen leaves, like a soft Reese red carpet.

Helena stood under the tree, staring at the rough white trunk and the face wailing in pain.

"What are you doing?"

Rhaegar walked gently, fearing that the loud noise would startle him.

Helena paused obviously and turned her head slightly: "The people from the North took away the supplies from the Great Wall."

"I know."

Lei Jia smiled and said: "The motorcade is like a long queue. Mr. Lin Man jumps to his feet in distress."

There's nothing we can do about it.

The funding promised to be donated to the Great Wall cannot be reduced by one cent.

Helena lowered her eyes and said silently: "That's right, the Great Wall protects us."

When he said this, his thin body was trembling slightly.

Rega's smile faded, and he was keenly aware of this detail.

Looking up and down carefully, I found that Helena had loose silver hair and wore a loose light blue velvet dress.

There is no usual elaborate dress, showing a lazy attitude.

Rega took her hand, caressed her obviously bulging belly, and said caringly: "Did you see anything?"

He has known since he was a child that Helena's precognitive ability is stronger than his.

Since acquiring "Dream Vision" and "Dream-Eating Tapir", his dream walking ability has been further enhanced, and he has the ability to peek into dreams.

Even so, you can only peek at certain people.

You can't pry into other people's dreams at will.

"I saw winter."

Helena's voice trembled slightly and she suddenly closed her eyes.

"What else?" Lei Jia pressed his forehead lightly, quite sensitive to the cold winter.

"besides…"

Helena opened her eyes a little, saw her brother's serious expression, and swallowed back her words calmly.

What she saw could not be confirmed to be true or false.

I can't tell my brother either.

"Can't you tell me?"

Rega frowned slightly, speculating on the seriousness of the problem.

"I'm not sure."

Helena quickly turned sideways and said nervously: "But it will be very cold in winter."

"Don't be afraid, it hasn't happened yet."

Rhaegar held her tightly in his arms and comforted her softly: "Don't be frightened by things that haven't happened, otherwise you will be frightened three times before and after things happen."

The best way to liberate a difficulty is always to face it.

Fear of not being able to solve the problem.

"Sorry, I'm just at a loss."

Helena snuggled into his arms, pinching the corners of her brother's clothes with her bare hands.

Rhaegar glanced at it, and the knuckles of his small hands turned white.

It seems that the tighter you squeeze, the more secure you feel in your heart.

Lei Jia's eyes dimmed, and he judged that the matter was indeed serious, and said thoughtfully: "I plan to explore the Sea of Smoke in a while and retrieve the Dragon Horn. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Damon also entered the sea of smoke, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

If there is really trouble, he must make a decision as soon as possible.

When Helena heard this, her timid eyes shone brightly, and her little head moved repeatedly: "Where should you go to inherit the fire of your hometown." "The land of long summer?"

Rhaegar inquired patiently.

"I don't know, I don't see clearly."

Helena spoke quickly and expressed her opinion: "Strong flames can better withstand winter."

Rega hesitated for a moment and thought: "I understand."

The winter Helena said has not come yet.

He had plenty of time to prepare.

Returning to the Land of Long Summer is the crucial first step.

At this point, the two men's dreamer talents have already outlined the framework of a disaster.

Rhaegar's thoughts drifted away and he tightened his strong arms.

Helena said nothing, closed her eyes and fell into deep thought.

The brother and sister cuddled up to each other, with the weirwood watching.

Time passes bit by bit.

Helena suddenly opened her eyes and said crisply: "Bring Aemon back, he can help you."

"he?"

Rhaegar glanced sideways slightly and said hesitantly: "I will banish him and start a career in Qohor."

To be fair, he didn't really want to contact that kid now.

Qohor is an ancient city-state allied with Braavos and Pentos.

Aemond's attack on Qohor can greatly attract the attention of the three city-states and bring peace to both sides of the Narrow Sea.

"You don't know yet, right? Qohor has surrendered."

Helena blinked and whispered: "You need a qualified helper to make you safer and smoother."

"That boy is quite capable."

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, seeming to hear a hint of pride from Helena's mouth.

It seems that Otto and the Celtija family made great efforts.

"You smell like vinegar."

Helena tilted her little head, lying on her solid chest and looking up.

A pair of big, bright eyes flashed with a funny light.

"That's weird."

Rega smiled slightly and warned: "I want to fly to Lys, you can handle this matter."

Helena bit her lower lip lightly and considered, "Okay."

Taking care of things for your brother is one of your responsibilities.

Time flies, and days fly by.

The continent of Essos, the vast forest in the east.

—Cohol

On the towering city wall built against the mountain, corpses were hung from the gallows.

The city defense was taken over by Dothraki wearing animal skins, staring eagerly at the residents below.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"My child!"

On the broad street lined with red bricks and yellow bricks, rows of old, weak, women and children knelt in pain, looking at their relatives who were hanging in the wind.

The other party had clearly promised to forgive their relatives if they opened the city gate.

But as soon as the savage Dothraki cavalry entered the city gate, they started a **** and merciless massacre.

Any man who resisted or even resisted was killed indiscriminately.

Dongcheng District, head covering for worship at the temple.

The statue symbolizing the faith of the Black Goat was burned and collapsed, and hundreds of hooded worshipers were forced to kneel in the ruins to accept punishment.

Behind them is a majestic temple built entirely of wooden wedges.

"Zhizhizhi..."

A thin monkey swung down from the canopy of the tree and accidentally ran out of the distance.

Emond was sitting in front of the temple door, his eyes broke into the round-eyed monkey, and he rubbed his chin: "What an ugly thing, Helena should like it."

Under the sunlight, the monkey's silver hair reflected light, and its fist-sized purple eyes were lively and lively.

A species of small lemur native to Qohor known as the "little Valyrian".

"Prince, we should kill them all."

"No, religion is the cultural heritage of a nation. Killing them all will face opposition from the entire population."

"Who cares about those untouchables, we have a dragon!"

Bartimus confronted Otto, and he executed the hooded priest with great nonsense, which frequently attracted the frightened looks of the saints and female slaves wrapped in gauze skirts around him.

Otto frowned deeply and warned again: "Religion cannot be compromised. What we want is a free trade city that can be ruled."

"Lord Hightower, you have been carrying manure in the countryside for six years, have your courage been buried in manure?"

Bartimus mocked mercilessly, then looked at Aemond who was wandering in a daze, and said in surprise: "Prince, are you listening?"

Hearing this, Emond recovered his distant thoughts and directly spoke: "Have you finished farting?"

"Prince, you..."

Bartimus was stunned when he was scolded, blowing his beard and staring in anger.

"That's enough, I don't want to hear your noise."

Emond ignored the hateful old face of the other party, stood up and walked out: "Listen to my grandpa, you stinky crab."

"prince!"

Bartimus didn't give up and wanted to catch up.

The expressions of the two Dothraki darkened, and their scimitars crossed to block the way.

Otto straightened his messy collar and said proudly: "Lord Bartimus, follow the prince's orders."

"snort!"

Bartimus groaned, waved his sleeves and left.

Kohol, back mountain.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief lay prone on the ground, with a large piece of scorched earth in front of him covered with blackened limbs and broken bones.

Similar scorched earth, with lots of chunks nearby.

In addition to the charred skeletons of goats, there were also a few black spiked helmets that had melted and deformed.

"Baa baa~~"

A goat screamed in pain and half of its body was bitten off.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief had no mercy at all. He sprayed out dragon flames and burned them to charcoal, then pulled out the shriveled dragon head and swallowed it.

As he was eating, a figure broke into his sight.

Aemond looked grim and planned to patrol with the dragon as usual.

Just after climbing up the hillside, One Eye suddenly became as gloomy as water.

A man standing next to an ugly mud dragon.

"Who are you!?"

Aemond's face was as cold as frost, and he slowly pulled out the scarlet blade from his waist.

Looking down from the top, the Mud Dragon has a skinny figure, and its wings are folded and spread out like a pair of demonic hands.

A slender figure wearing a colorful gauze skirt and silver hair shawl stood beside him.

The figure stepped on the grass with bare feet and turned around slowly upon hearing the sound, revealing the face of a fair girl.

When Aemond saw this, his vigilance dropped sharply, and he stumbled and sheathed his sword.

"You're in trouble."

The silver-haired girl suddenly spoke, her voice clear and ethereal.

Aemond's single eye flashed with cold light, and his face was gloomy: "You are in trouble."

After saying that, he strode towards the hillside, approaching menacingly.

The silver-haired girl was indifferent and said calmly: "Someone will send you a message to resist the darkness and cold winter together."

"What did you say?"

Aemond took one step at a time, his face becoming more and more terrifying.

"Darkness and winter are just like the doomsday catastrophe of ancient Valyria."

The silver-haired girl tilted her head and said calmly: "As a descendant of Ancient Valyria, you should understand the catastrophe of doomsday."

Aemond stopped and asked cautiously: "Do you know the history of ancient Valyria very well?"

A woman with silver hair and blue eyes, most likely a Valyrian descendant.

The Valyrian descendants of Kokohor are uncommon.

"To be honest, I know very little."

The silver-haired girl looked as usual and added: "My ancestors once recruited soldiers in Qohor, and apart from the prostitutes with big bellies, the only things left behind are stories passed down orally."

"Are you of Dragon King bloodline?"

At the risk of death, Aemond recalls the dragon king who once appeared in Qohor.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief roared loudly, responding to the driver's wishes, with fire building up in the depths of his throat.

The mutton-smelling wind blows in the face, and the girl's silver hair blows against her face.

Facing the ferocious man and dragon, he took out a stack of wooden cards from his collar and pretended to be calm: "I can predict the bad luck of this trip for you."

(End of chapter)

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