Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 126: Popular with all ages and genders!

At the critical moment, someone came to his rescue.

"drive!"

Damon rode to the VIP seats and looked up at the situation in the front row.

The older boy was so nervous that he was sweating profusely.

There was mockery in Damon's eyes.

boom!
Rhaenyra put down her empty plate, stood up and walked to the VIP enclosure.

He didn't forget to wipe the corners of his mouth in the middle.

Lannar took a glimpse and followed.

Before a knight duel, he would ask for a wreath from the opposite sex in order to seek blessings and favor.

Whether you give or not, you should welcome it with courtesy.

Once the two women were gone, Aemon breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, put it here."

Lanino forced a smile and brought the plate of pastries in front of him.

Aemon was stunned.

Lannino put it on the small table without hesitation.

The princess was eating so voraciously just now that she almost finished the plate.

He was so scared that he was trembling.

Aemon's mouth twitched and he turned to look at Joffrey.

That guy was even worse, his handsome face turned pale.

"Ugh!"

Aemon looked up at the sky and sighed.

Among the three men with penises, he is the only real man.

In the VIP seats.

Damon looked at the two beauties, undecided about what to do with his wooden lance.

Rhaenyra was in a bad mood, so she said casually, "I wish you a successful start, uncle."

"Thank you, Princess."

Daemon smiled faintly, moved the wooden lance in front of Lanner, and said confidently: "I am sure I can win the competition, Miss Lanner."

"I will be even more powerful if I get your token."

He still had some conscience and remembered the agreement with his brother.

The seemingly ordinary request implies disapproval of Lannar's relationship with her son.

Denial will not ask for a token.

Lanar glanced at it and smiled, "My token has an owner. I believe Her Royal Highness the Princess is willing to give you her blessing."

Daemon did not force it, and moved the wooden lance in front of Rhaenyra.

Although he was also attracted to this Velaryon beauty, she was her son's mentor after all.

There should be a bottom line.

Rhaenyra took a deep breath and turned to get the token.

On the small table where the new pastry plates were placed, two garlands of different colors were stacked.

Rhaenyra took up a wreath of red leaves and placed it over the raised wooden lance.

It was originally intended for Eamon.

Now I won’t even give it to the dog.

Damon didn't know what his niece was thinking, and smiled carefreely: "I will do my best."

After saying this, he rode his warhorse towards the arena.

Rhaenyra was too distraught to respond.

Lannar looked at the two of them with a puzzled look.

She was vaguely aware of it.

Daemon's look towards Rhaenyra was not so innocent.

Clang!

The referee struck the gong and the contestants from both teams came on stage.

Neither Rhaenyra nor Lanar went back, but stood by the fence and watched.

Going back would be embarrassing for three people.

Better take a breath.

Top position.

Viserys and the sea serpent remained silent, testing their endurance and resilience.

"I go out for a while."

Rhaenys couldn't bear to watch it anymore and walked down the aisle.

She was going to teach her nephew a lesson.

As soon as she left, the back row became slightly more lively.

Lin Man, one of the few imperial ministers who showed up, quickly waved and called over a servant.

He dug into his pocket, pulled out a handful of golden dragons, and whispered, "Five Golden Dragons to press Damon."

The old man is quite stingy and doesn't take much at one time.

The attendant took the golden dragon and left.

Iamon was sitting in the first row and wanted to pick up his glass and take a sip.

But he had no wine glass.

Rhaenyra's was all drunk, so she could only take Lannar's.

boom!
Rhaenys sat down and slammed her daughter's glass on the table.

"aunt?"

Aemon was startled.

"Don't call me aunt, you bastard!"

Rhaenys was very smart and sneered, "You took my daughter away, and you're still hanging on to Rhaenyra?"

A daughter and a niece were about to be harmed by the bastard in front of them.

How can I not get really angry?

Yimeng smiled bitterly and said, "Aunt, I have my reasons."

"Stop talking nonsense, I only see a copy of Damon!"

Rhaenys's eyes were sharp and she didn't buy it at all.

It would be fine if I could just fool those two stupid girls.

Still want to show off your skills in front of her.

Aemon was speechless.

My aunt is at the same level as my mom and can't tolerate any sand in her eyes.

Rhaenys took a sip from her wine glass and demanded, "Tell me, how are you going to explain this to Corliss and Viserys?"

“I can’t put any of them down.”

Eamon the scumbag spoke.

"Pooh!"

Renee was not polite at all and spat at him.

Why don't you just tame two dragons.

The mortality rate could be lower.

Aemon closed his eyes and wiped his face helplessly.

Aunt + mother-in-law.

Just spit on me, we can’t afford to offend you.

Deep down, he hated himself for not being loyal.

Every time I think of this, I feel guilty for three seconds.

However, he believes he has extenuating circumstances.

People choose dragons, dragons choose their masters.

After forming a bond, the human and dragon's personalities complement each other.

Vermithor is essentially a very special and rare dragon.

Dragons are solitary creatures with a strong sense of territory.

But Womithor and Silver Wing are a unique partnership.

Dragons know how to start a family.

As the driver, Imon, what's wrong with finding himself another wife?

"I'm not kidding you, you are in danger now."

Rhaenys pointed at her daughter and niece in front of her and said bitterly, "They are all stupid girls. How could you have the heart to deceive them?"

"I don't need lies."

Aemon confessed.

He certainly didn't tell Rhaenyra the truth, but he didn't intend to hide it either.

Lannar is a latecomer who has surpassed the opponent, and there is no question of deception.

Any lie would be enough, even if it meant his father died.

"What do you mean?"

Rhaenys was shocked and asked, "You don't really want to follow the example of the Conqueror and marry two wives?"

Aemon nodded solemnly.

Rhaenys stared at her nephew for a long time, then said absentmindedly, "Boy, I will never believe your bullshit about family, honor, and unity again."

A little bastard who keeps telling lies.

Use these words to calm her down, saying that we should protect the family together.

The truth is that she was blaming her daughter for her crimes and hooking up with the heir to the Iron Throne.

It was clearly to satisfy his own selfish desires.

"Aunt, I didn't tell a single lie."

Eamon assured again and again.

He admitted that his heart was not pure and that he was a two-timing bastard.

But what he did was good for his family. The struggle between the Black Party and the Green Party, the game between the Velaryon family and the Targaryen family.

Even Dad Dimon, a third party outside the party, has been putting pressure on the situation.

The tragedy of "A Dance with the Dragon" is the accumulation of mistakes.

He married Rhaenyra and Laena, which not only stabilized the power of the Black Party, but also won over the Velaryon family.

Madam Rhea is still alive.

Dad Damon has a complete family, so don't think about marrying a second or third wife.

The water here is too deep and he can't grasp it.

As a son, take his place!

Rhaenys was startled for a moment, and seeing that he was not pretending, she said with mixed feelings, "Aemon, if I didn't know your mother well, I would have thought you were Viserys's child."

Such shameless people are rare in the world.

Aemon sighed helplessly.

If possible, he would rather throw himself into the belly of Queen Emma or Allison.

Occupying the orthodox righteousness, the Black Party and the Green Party can still be manipulated at will.

If Dad Damon dares to mess around, he will be locked up in the Red Castle dungeon.

"Good luck, Aemon."

Rhaenys stood up and said one last thing: "The Faith of the Seven has suppressed the Targaryens for many years. If you are really capable, don't end up like my father and your grandfather."

Aemon frowned slightly.

Does this mean you support him?
Rhaenys said no more and turned back to sit beside her husband.

She has her own unique vision.

The conflict between the Targaryen and Velaryon families was imminent, and a marriage was urgently needed to ease the conflict.

Rhaenyra's status as heir to the Iron Throne is indeed tempting.

Colannino does not have the qualifications to become a royal consort, and cannot bear the burden of balancing the nobles of the entire territory.

Even if they managed to stay together, reproducing offspring would be a problem.

When the new queen's children grow up, they cannot escape family infighting.

And nephew Eamon is obviously not an honest guy.

Rhaenyra would not unite with him.

No matter which great noble she married, she could not escape the rebellion of his branch in the valley.

Sooner or later, the Iron Throne will change hands.

"What did you say?"

Collis tilted his head and whispered in his wife's ear.

Renis looked ahead and said calmly, "Nothing, just a warning to him."

Clang!

The referee struck the gong, marking the end of the first martial arts duel.

Daemon dropped his broken shield and shouted while riding on his horse.

His opponent was lying on the ground, already knocked over.

Rhaenyra looked at it for a while and then returned to her original position silently.

Not much to see.

Lannar followed.

She had just noticed her mother chatting with Eamon and had been itching to get excited.

Clang!

The referee rang the bell again, setting up a new challenger for Damon.

Until then, someone arrived late.

Allison, wearing a long red dress, walked slowly from the aisle to the VIP seat.

Rhaenyra glanced over and the color of the dress clashed with hers.

But she was in no mood to pay any more attention.

Allison only took away her father, but Lanael wanted to take away her man.

It is hard to say which is more important.

"Aemon, why didn't you get off the field?"

Allison asked curiously.

At her feet, a series of children followed.

Little Aegon is 7 years old, with sharp eyes.

He would sneak under the maid's skirt, chuckling from time to time.

Helena and Emond were tugging at their mother's skirt, one on each side, like two followers.

Aemon did not rush to answer, but looked at little Aegon first.

He is worthy of being called the Green Party King of "Dance of the Blood Dragon".

He has been lustful and bad since childhood, and is good at stealing the home base and finishing off the enemy.

At such a young age, he has already shown the qualities of a king.

The king of mediocre kings!

Yimeng slapped his forehead and said sadly: "My younger brother is showing off his power, but my uncle won't let me go."

"He is quite partial."

Allison joked, picking up her daughter and shoving her into the other's arms.

"what?"

Imon's eyes blurred and a cute little girl appeared on his lap.

Helena frowned and looked up at her cousin.

Her little baby is still in the other person's hands.

Want to come back~
"They miss you very much, so they'll take care of you."

Allison became a hands-off boss and showed no selfish motives at all.

Then he pushed his two sons in front of Lanar and Rhaenyra.

Lanar looked surprised.

In front of her skirt was a dazed Emond.

"do not move!"

Rhaenyra was in a bad mood and grabbed the twisting little Aegon.

Little Aegon shrank his neck due to the suppression of his blood.

"Rhaenaila..."

Allison felt a little distressed, but she held back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She smiled at Aemon and walked over to her husband's right and sat down.

Clang!

The gong sounded and the duel began.

"Forget it, let's watch the competition."

Aemon smiled helplessly, picked up a piece of cake and put it in Helena's hand.

"Thank you~"

Helena opened her little mouth and raised her chubby hands to catch it.

However, his arms, like lotus root nodes, were too short, and when he raised them above his head, they could only touch his ears.

Aemon laughed silently and fed it to the little girl.

boom!
In the arena below, both sides of the first round of knight confrontation landed on the ground.

"sword!"

Daemon climbed up and called for his servant to bring him a sword.

The man opposite him was wearing silver armor and a yellow robe, with a "Crowned Stag" emblem engraved on his chest. He was a burly and armored man.

"Who is this?"

Aemon hadn't seen it.

Lanar said softly, "Boros Baratheon, my cousin."

"Lord Beaumond's son, a complete reckless man."

Rhaenyra opened her mouth at the same time, her tone contemptuous.

Aemon had a subtle look on his face, sensing a change in the two women's attitudes.

"Fight!"

With a determined heart, he stretched out his hands to both sides.

Lannar's eyes flashed, her white little hand was held, and she pulled it back hard.

Aemon looked calm and refused to let go.

Take shamelessness to the extreme.

Lannar rolled her eyes and gave up the futile struggle.

Just a scoundrel.

Rainier's delicate hand was also held, and her calm expression suddenly turned gloomy.

He pulled back with all his strength, wishing he could bite it.

Aemon said nothing.

"Humph!"

Unable to break free, Rainier snorted coldly and looked towards the arena.

I'll settle the score with him when I get back.

Aemon's lips curled up slightly, suppressing his excitement.

He knew that he was still soft-hearted.

When Lannino heard the voice, he immediately stood in awe.

Sandwiched between two women, he can hold one of them in each hand.

My little cousin is truly a man among men, a truly masculine man.

"How can there be such a courageous person in the world!"

For some reason, Lannino felt a little restless.

He suddenly discovered that his cousin's profile was very attractive.

(End of this chapter)