Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 141 Chapter Yimon: "No, you came at the right time!"

As soon as he said this, the wine cup fell to the ground.

With a crisp "pop" sound, the golden cup fell and a dent was formed, and shards of glass were scattered all over the floor.

boom!
The door of the tomb suddenly closed, and a muffled sound echoed in the dim space.

Harold's face was solemn as he guarded the gate with another Kingsguard.

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

In the light of the candles on the altar, shadows appeared on the walls.

They were soldiers wearing armor, holding weapons such as axes, hammers and ropes.

A rough look shows that the number is no less than twenty.

Aemon was in doubt and could faintly hear the hum of the wind blowing across the axe blade.

What does it mean.

Smashing cups as a signal, closing the door and beating the dog, the sound of axes and the shadow of candles... ?
The uncle was getting anxious and wanted to increase the intensity of the punishment.

Viserys looked expressionless as he looked at his nephew who had discovered the ambush. He said with the decisiveness of a king: "You can refuse. Once you leave this door, you will be kicked out of King's Landing forever just like Daemon."

Aemon was very tactful and was silent for a while.

Observing the swordsmen lying in ambush in secret, the weapons they hold are very targeted. Apart from blunt objects, they also use iron chains and hemp ropes.

He had no sword in his hand, the rune giant sword was too big and heavy and inconvenient.

But even with a sword, it would be difficult to get out.

This tournament gave him a deep understanding of the martial arts of “ordinary people”, thus proving his own abilities.

Damon and Cole are equally matched, and can probably beat seven or eight people alone.

He has an extraordinary physique and conservatively estimated that he can beat seventeen or eighteen people.

There were just enough swordsmen and axemen in the dark to capture him.

But look at the distance between the uncle and him, it is less than two meters away.

The ambiguity of this distance contrasts sharply with the meticulous consideration of the person making the card.

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

When Aemon heard the roar, it was like an epiphany.

In an instant, my mind worked frantically and I realized the hidden purpose of this conversation.

Uncle acquiesced!
Aemon knelt on one knee with a thump and said solemnly: "I will marry Rhaenyra, betroth her to her when I come of age, and defend the Iron Throne with all my heart and soul."

"More than the Iron Throne, you have to protect her."

Viserys picked out mistakes in the language, pointing them out in dissatisfaction.

Aemon laughed, "Of course."

During the conversation, the executioner in the dark quietly disappeared, and the tense atmosphere disappeared.

He heard the subtext in his uncle's words.

Betrothed and married to Rhaenyra, without involving Laena.

He was talking about getting engaged after they come of age, and my uncle had no objection.

Then there is only one truth, that is, the uncle has tacitly agreed to marrying more wives.

Viserys found a way down and snorted, "Get up, you wicked bastard."

"Thank you, uncle."

Aemon chuckled.

In the past, it was approved by Aunt Renis, and now it has the tacit approval of uncle.

As long as the last layer of window paper between Lanar and Rhaenyra is broken, I can start a harem safely and completely.

"Don't be glib with me."

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

It is undeniable that "Bronze Fury" Wormithor is a powerful adult dragon.

Silver Wing and the light gray-white wild dragon that I have never seen before are also indispensable flying companions.

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

That was exactly the prosperity of his family that he could never dream of.

But if this brat dares to say stupid things like marrying for love or responsibility again, don't blame the elders for not giving him a chance.

In this world, there are more than just dragons and magic.

Imon nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and whatever you say is what it is.

My uncle has made the biggest concession.

This step concerns the conflict between the Targaryens and the Faith of the Seven Gods, rises to the succession to the Iron Throne, and even many hidden dangers buried since the time of the Centenarian King.

If we don’t handle this properly, there will be another rebellion among the Seven Kingdoms.

My uncle has always been a cautious person, and it's obvious that he has made a huge decision.

……

boom!
The door to the crypt opened and Aemon walked out, smiling.

A huge stone fell from my heart.

I feel so relieved now, and the cloudy sky that had been hanging over my head for days has been lifted.

"The engagement will be in adulthood, which is 107 AC. It will be in time."

Aemon was thinking about something.

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

Compare the general strength.

Core combat power: three giant dragons that can go to the battlefield.

Gray Shadow is young and small in size, but he can still fight.

The main army, vassals of Fushishi City, and allies of River Valley Town.

Such as the Redford family of Red Fort, the Celtigar of Crab Island, the Grafson of Seagull Town...

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

The backbone of the River Valley Town are the 150 Valley Knights, 800 longbowmen, and 500 city garrisons.

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

Comprehensive strength assessment:

When it comes to recruiting vassals and armies, they are definitely not as good as the royal orthodoxy that holds righteousness.

But he has many dragons and overwhelming high-end combat power.

In terms of the number of dragons, it is on par with the Velaryon family.

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

Moreover, it has a very high resistance to dragon flames and has a life-saving "Sapphire Amulet". If it fights for its life, even the Conqueror would be beaten to a pulp if he were still alive.

It is considered to have a slight advantage.

If we compare the strength of the armies, House Velaryon has no vassals, and their naval fleet is powerful, but that's all.

After Womithor spewed a few breaths of dragon flame, he became obedient.

To sum up, Aemon clapped his fists and said with great momentum: "The great power is actually me."

Tonight is over.

It will inevitably form a new political structure with the royal family, the "Targaryen" branch of Dale Town-Runestone City, and the Velaryon family coexisting in three parties.

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

Behind the scenes may be the Old Town faction led by the Green Party, the royalists led by the Black Party, and the missing Damon.

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

For now, it is just a minor incident in the palace and will not affect the seven major countries.

Damon is trouble.

He alone, along with the Hightower of Oldtown and the Velaryons, was the driving force behind the "Dance with the Dragons".

It was they who pushed the situation step by step, accumulating small mistakes into big ones and pushing the incident to an irreversible point.

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

Aemon's first priority is to expand his power as much as possible during the peacetime.

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 marrying Lannar, he could stabilize the conspirator, the sea snake Corliss.

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

By the time Alicent's children were grown, he and Rhaenyra would have probably produced an heir.

The Green children were not enemies, but property of their eldest half-sister, Rhaenyra.

In this way, the Targaryen family, which has avoided the "Dance with the Dragons", will surely enter an unprecedented prosperity.

"Here comes the problem."

Yimon frowned and said in confusion: "Now that I have the advantage, how can I maintain my development?"

It is to attack the Eagle's Nest and unify the nobles of the valley.

Or start the Dorne War and practice Targaryen-style political correctness.

Or, set your sights on the other side of the strait.

Peaceful development gives opponents opportunities.

War is the fastest way to progress and will infinitely magnify advantages.

"Cough cough..."

As I was walking, I heard an old cough behind me.

Aemon collected his thoughts and looked sideways.

Grand Secretary Melos walked into the crypt with a hunched back and a tray in his hand.

"Milk of the Poppy?"

Aemon tilted his head slightly, recognizing the milky white liquid in the tray.

My uncle’s cuts were serious, especially the wounds that took a long time to heal.

If strong liquor was not enough to relieve the pain, they would use milk of the poppy to numb the nerves.

"It would be nice if I could draw a card that heals injuries."

Aemon was powerless.

Magic cards are often difficult to draw.

Most of the magic cards he had drawn were enhancement and item types, and very few had active effects.

Melos came in a hurry, but left in a hurry.

He walked out with an old face and his hands in his sleeves, looking very sneaky.

Glancing at Aemon who hadn't left yet, his eyes were somewhat evasive, and he walked away in small steps pretending to be calm.

"It's weird."

Yimon was on a roll, and he could tell at a glance that he was up to something.

Involving another old incident, who brought the news of the burning of the brothel back to the Red Keep?
Aemon grinned. "Old dog."

As the saying goes, the dog that bites doesn't bark.

The old dog Melos is a representative of the Green Party. He cannot bear to see Rhaenyra doing well and is afraid of the danger he and Daemon can pose.

"He's good at snitching."

Aemon thought that the other party might be instructed by Alicent, and licked the corner of his lips: "Riverdale alone is not enough. Rhaenyra and I have no help in the royal meeting."

As the future regent, how could there be no one present at the Imperial Court meeting?

I have to think carefully when I get back. Should I remove one of them and replace him with my own people, or should I win over a reliable minister?

Power is about radiating to every branch and detail.

……

Aemon walked past the banquet hall and returned to his room.

The reason I passed by was to look for someone.

Laena and Rhaenyra were not there, so his trip was in vain.

"He is Lady Rhea's son."

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

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

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and coupled with his high cheekbones and thin lips, he looked a little mean.

Those brown eyes were deep, revealing the unique heroic spirit of a woman from the valley.

She didn't wear many accessories, except for a necklace hanging around her neck with a crescent-shaped eagle emblem on the pendant.

Apparently, from House Arryn of the Eyrie.

The female companion next to him came over and whispered, "You also saw him during the competition during the day. He is a very dangerous person."

Jenny Arryn looked serious and said cautiously, "The merchants from Riverdale Town are becoming more active in Arryn Valley. We have to be careful."

She was raised by Lord Johnbert of Fushi City and had heard that His Majesty the Elder King was interested in establishing a branch of his family in the valley.

When Riverdale Town was being developed, Eamon was named "Prince of Riverdale Town".

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

Judging from the Prince's style of doing things, the next step is likely to be to attack Eagle's Nest City and take over the entire valley.

How could a Targaryen who controls two castles and three dragons do such a thing?

……

The next day.

In the morning, the sun has just risen.

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

"Zhizhi~~"

The golden-nosed rat was sleeping with its head tilted back, saliva smelling of alcohol hanging from the corners of its mouth.

A man and a mouse stole some wine and drank it.

Squeak!

The door opened gently and a graceful figure walked in.

Aemon opened his eyes blearily, and what came into view was a pair of majestic mountains.

"Lanna~~"

Only bad women can have a snowball of this scale.

"Wake up, Aemon."

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

Empty, not a drop of wine.

How much did you drink last night?

"I'm so sleepy and my head hurts."

Aemon closed his eyes and lay on the bed, gurgling twice.

He actually only drank two sips, and the rest went into the golden-nosed rat's stomach.

But you may ask why not get up?

His Royal Highness has his own routine.

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

Lannar sat on the edge of the bed, pushing the silver-haired head.

Yimon continued to pretend to be drunk, mumbling aggrievedly: "My uncle has ambushed the axemen, and he wants to kill me."

"Are you OK?"

Lannar was shocked and quickly lifted the quilt to check what was going on.

She just came to wake people up and point out that Eamon was two-timing.

I didn't expect to hear such explosive news.

Aemon's eyes were hazy with drunkenness, his head resting on his white thighs. "He forced me to marry Rhaenyra and not let me marry you."

"So, what did you say?"

Lanar looked suspicious.

The arms and legs are still there, is this a compromise?

"I want to marry you."

Aemon suddenly spoke loudly, and fell like a pile of mud, saying drunkenly: "Laena is my first wife, and I love her the most."

A frown appeared on Lannar's forehead, and she wondered if the guy lying on her legs was pretending to be drunk.

Yimon was still exerting his strength, hugging the big white legs and rubbing his face against them: "Lanna..."

The truth comes out when you are drunk.

Avoid questions that you can't answer and express your feelings directly.

"What about Rhaenyra?"

Lannar asked in a tricky angle, leaning close to her ear.

Hot air blew on his ears. Imon knew he couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore. Tears flowed from his eyes. "Lanar, I love you so much."

As he spoke, he staggered into the warm embrace, and worked hard to grind the mountain with the same determination as Yugong moving the mountain.

Lanar: ...

Tears are falling, are you pretending?
She couldn't tell the difference, she really couldn't.

"Lanar, I'm sorry."

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

What is the use of face?

You only know my strengths and weaknesses, but I know the depth of your relationship with you. If you try to save face, you will only bring trouble upon yourself.

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

Uncle and Aunt Rhaenys both acquiesced. This was a good opportunity to seize the opportunity and capture Lannar.

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

Lanar gently held the head in her arms, her voice soft and soothing.

She was certain that the man was just pretending to be drunk.

Is there any way?

Aemon revealed the information, and the king tacitly approved of multiple marriages.

Unless she was willing to withdraw and hand the man over to Rhaenyra.

But how is that possible.

Lannar sighed deeply, with coldness and helplessness flashing in her eyes.

She is a latecomer who has surpassed the others.

Aemon and Rhaenyra were childhood sweethearts, but they were no match for her, a gift from heaven.

Now I'm entangled with my ex-lover, so I can just consider it as retribution for stealing your girlfriend.

Then again.

Leni was beautiful and had a charming face that made her envious.

The key is that the brain is still new and the stupid is flexible.

Sharing a husband with her...

Still very unwilling!

Lanar's mind was in a state of confusion, while she was trying to coax the drunk Aemon on the surface.

Eamon stole a glance and guessed that the bad woman had guessed that he was pretending to be drunk.

One was willing to act and the other was willing to coax, and no one broke the window paper.

Half an hour later.

Aemon wiped his tears on the big bear and got up pretending to be sleepy.

"Have breakfast."

Lannar accepted her fate and served the carefully prepared breakfast.

Although Eamon's acting was fake, at least he put his heart into it.

that's enough.

"Lanar, when did you come?"

Aemon pretended to be confused.

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

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

Lannar sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, watching him busy himself.

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

Aemon sat back down on the bed and pulled her gently into a hug.

The performance was over, and everything that needed to be said was said while drunk.

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

"Lanar, you have been wronged."

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

He knew that Lannar was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, and very traditional at heart.

The resistance to marrying more than one woman is not as strong as one might imagine.

Of course, the person you marry multiple times must be of the bloodline of the Dragon King who is also a dragon rider, in order to gain recognition of equal status.

Lannar leaned on his broad shoulders, blinked his beautiful eyes gently, and stroked his handsome face with his fingertips.

She had nothing to say.

According to my mother, if a woman cannot keep a watch on a man, it proves that she is useless.

Don't blame others.

Squeak!

The door opened slightly, revealing a figure in a black skirt.

Seeing the situation in the room, Rhaenyra was stunned for a moment, her lips moving slightly: "I'm sorry, I came at the wrong time."

She was here to wake Eamonn up.

Her father summoned her early in the morning and no longer objected to her being with Aemon.

In this situation, she is redundant.

Lanar remained silent, waiting to see how Aemon would handle the situation.

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

If you don't have the courage to start a harem, then what's the point of having a harem?

His Royal Highness the Prince has been ordered to marry more!

(End of this chapter)