Chapter 189 Gift

"What is missing?"

Duke Mace shouted angrily, but then he realized that his voice was too loud, and quickly lowered the volume, "Have you searched all over the city?"

"I've searched for everything." Garlan Tyrell lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look into his father's eyes. "I haven't seen any trace of my sister."

"Where else can she go!"

Galland was silent for a moment, hesitatingly said: "Father, maybe my sister didn't want to marry the king, so she hid on purpose..."

"But I have already agreed to this marriage!" Duke Metz was sweating anxiously, "Why is she like this! She was not like this before! She has always been very well-behaved and sensible! Did someone bewitch her! Who the **** is it? bard? Huh?"

"But who do you want her to marry?" Garland felt wronged for his sister.

"I asked her to marry the king!" the Duke of Mace said angrily, "Hasn't it always been her dream to be a queen!"

"That's not every king is worthy of Margaery."

"There is only this one king!" Duke of Metz pushed his son, "Quick! Go find it again..."

Sir Allerken sighed: "About Dickon...you are really sorry."

The Duke of Metz stood on the stage and saluted the king respectfully.

"Shut up!" Cersei yelled insanely, "Jaime! Shut me up! Shut me up!"

It seemed that he was not a flattering guy, no wonder he was arranged to perform first.

"it's okay no problem"

Before, the bard changed to "Golden Rose", which praised the Tyrell family.

The king is still fooling around here.

"Where's Margaery? Why hasn't she arrived yet?"

As he spoke, Duke Geng Meng opened the book, and soon found a page with a bad mark, and read:

At that banquet, all the nobles from the northern border also came. Yes, the king must have intentionally rewarded us for disobeying orders and arranging our position in the innermost circle. Even Mace Samway, the majestic Duke of the northern border They all sat so far away that they probably could even hear the king's voice clearly.

Geoffrey said sincerely: "Yes, Your Majesty. The villain Mace has brought the most sincere apology. I hope you can give me a chance."

When the song started, the bard changed to "The Rainy Season of Castamere", which was composed by Duke Tywin Lannister before slaughtering the vassals of the Western Territory who obeyed orders. Also to flatter House Lannister.

Paris became even more impatient, and lowered his voice: "What the **** are those. Mace Samway..."

"Mace Samway." Geng Mengmei snorted heavily, not at all happy, "Did I mean to obey your orders again? What? Now I want to ask for your forgiveness?"

Cersei seemed to understand something, and hummed softly:

"No, of course not!" Duke Mace quickly explained, "She just got lost..."

"Well" Sir Allerken sighed again, "his father was going to break his heart that time. Sam, he didn't think of changing back to Tarly's name, and you doubt that Randall would refuse. That Nor will he inherit Horn Hill in the future."

Indeed, Randall tolerated even a fat and brave son back then, how could he accept a man inheriting Horn Hill.

Jeffrill heard the call, put down the wine glass, got up and left the table to salute, saying:

That movement startled everyone present, everyone thought that Taiqian would lose his composure like this.

But before I finished speaking, Queen Cersei stood up abruptly, her face visibly pale.

In his hand, he was holding a thick and small book.

"In the 207th year of the Conquest, Elder Sister Tia of the Lannister family married Sir Gwen of the Baratheon family. The next year, we gave birth to our only girl, who was small, well fed, and full of white hair. I was lucky to die young before."

As soon as it was over, Xiaojia still watched cheerfully, but when the big clown performed a duel with the puppet, the audience suddenly burst into laughter.

My seat was arranged next to my uncle, Sir Alekan Florent.

The bard replaced it with "Many Men, the Virgin and the Crone" to please the church.

Joffrell had a smug smile on his face: "You want to ask for your permission to step down from the stage, Duke Mace Gunmengmei, I don't have a gift for you."

"You have to kill you first." Starktan said in a wonderful and decisive tone.

"Today, you have to announce one more thing. In order to reward the young benefactor for keeping his word, you decide to massacre the city from tomorrow!"

Although everyone smiled and listened politely on the surface, if you just observe, you can easily find sarcasm, disdain, and even anger in our eyes.

"Your Majesty."

"It's all right, uncle." Joffrey smiled slightly.

Paris died down as he wished.

Duke Gendreme glanced at Cersei, the light in his eyes as hot as the ice and snow in the north.

"Okay, let me come down. You see what the gift is, and then decide if you want to forgive me."

Barriston showed a smug smile, but deliberately put on a reserved look:

On the other side, Joffrey came to the seat area of the nobles in the river bend.

"The one who killed the Red Viper was Lady Caesar of Yingzui Island, right?"

Sit forward, the waiter gets down and fills the glass behind me with the golden wine of Qingting Island.

Geoffrey shook his head: "Father has no heir again."

"Both my parents are still young, so I'm sure they will have no children." Joffrell is really interested in going back to Hornhill to be the heir to Earl Randall.

"Now is the king's banquet, it is a military meeting, you can't discuss that matter later."

Of course, the nobles of the northern border might hate that arrangement, anyway, we don't bother to look at the king's face. If the Duke of Metz requested that time, I'm afraid a small number of nobles from the northern border would have planned to attend the banquet.

"In the 179th year of the Conquest, Elder Sister Rhianna of the Baratheon family married Sir Ilion of the Lannister family. Within a year, Elder Sister Rhianna gave birth to eight sons and one son, all with gray hair."

"Sorry, Your Majesty, you have the right to issue such an order, and Mace is the commander of that army."

"You know, Uncle, it's your fault." Joffrey glanced at the king under the lower stage, his eyes flickering.

I took a sip of wine and seemed to think of something, so I asked:

Jeffrill listened uninterestedly, while observing the expressions of the nobles.

After the prayer was over, King Paris was impatiently preparing to announce the end of the banquet:

"she"

"Mace Samway, what gift did he prepare for you? Could it be a book? You hate books the most, so you can't forgive him."

Stark tank every step is to let:

My bad thing is that it is difficult to build a foundation in it, why should I go back and be someone else's son.

It may be that the young people are in a bad mood, and they are turning corners for a while. Aleken thought. I would have figured it out before.

The two came up in silence.

Thousands of cups slammed at the same time, announcing the official end of the banquet.

Even if you want to know it, it's probably not the remains of Oberyn Martell!

Aleken frowned slightly. I thought that Joffrey would actually want to go back to Horn Hill. Originally, I planned to let Sam marry my son instead of my younger brother.

The Duke of Metz sat quietly in his seat, speaking without saying a word, but secretly exchanged a knowing look with Geng Mengmeier halfway.

"Everyone, the book "The Family Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of a Country" was written by Merion, a young scholar during the time of King Mekar I. There is no boring content outside, so I will share it with you here."

Paris laughed for a while, but found that there was no one to respond, and finally curled his lips in amusing, and restrained his smile.

Before the song started, a big clown in colorful clothes came down and performed various juggling.

But as soon as the song ended, Cersei stopped the bard and asked the other party to change one.

Of course I will shut up, and continue to flip through the book decisively:

"In the 146th year of the Conquest, the Lannister family..."

All the nobles looked at the guardian of the northern border with strange and puzzled eyes.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!" Everyone responded, but their voices were sparse, and anyone could tell that the voice outside was wishful thinking.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Geng Mengmeier turned her head and winked at Duke Metz.

Sir Starktan immediately stood up to stop him: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid that is a bad idea. The young benefactor has always been rebellious. I am sure that after you slaughtered Tianji City, every city that follows will fight desperately..."

"Hahahahaha... Why are they laughing? Hahahahahaha! Red poisonous snake, so dead! Damn it!"

"Lord Mace." Queen Cersei walked over, "What happened?"

Except Barris.

"Yes, Your Majesty, your gift is not a book, but a piece of boring history. I want to share it with you and all the nobles here."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the venue.

"Very bad!" Geng Mengmei said with a smile, "Lady Caesar, you want to reward his achievements, tell me, what do you want?"

Duke Geng Meng justified me, and continued to flip through the book:

Paris looked sideways at Duke of Metz, snorted heavily, and said hotly:

When the time difference was reduced, a young bishop accompanying the army stepped down and led the family to pray.

As he spoke, he slapped the golden cup behind him under the table, making a bang.

Geoffreyer immediately understood that the marriage between the two families had completely failed.

"Everyone, in order to celebrate that small conquest, let you raise your glasses together!"

"This kills us so much that we dare to resist!" Paris said arrogantly.

"History will be boring too?" Geng Mengmei changed her sitting position impatiently, waved her hands willingly, and said, "Okay, let him talk about it, I'm sure it's as boring as he said, you have to punish him today Be your bartender!"

"What? She still doesn't want to marry my son?"

Besides, it was the King's Name Day Banquet.

Lord Randyll Tarly did not have eight sons.

Am I going to learn from King Qin in the future and try my best to push my old father off the Iron Throne?

"Sam, how is his injury?" Sir Allerken asked.

"That's right! Let the food be served slowly, Your Majesty, everyone is hungry." James Lannister helped to smooth things over.

"Enough! Mace Samway! You ordered him to shut up!"

Did the Duke of Metz laugh? I waited patiently for the king to calm down before I lifted up the book in my hand and showed it to everyone:

"He said."

Paris yelled: "What's the fun then? Mace Samway, he'll pour you a drink himself."

Although the Red Venomous Snake is an enemy, there is no reason to die, but killing off the battlefield is one thing, and humiliating the opponent's remains before the battle is not another.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Jeffrill picked up the wine glass and drank the wine while observing the situation of the venue.

You finally realized you were right, and screamed:

The venue gradually became quiet, and Barris' smirk became abrupt and piercing.

The battlefield for men is on the delivery bed. That was not Lord Randyll's attitude toward men.

After speaking, he laughed.

Do you really think that the nobles of a country are the dogs of the Baratheon family?

The waiters finished delivering the next small meal.

The banquet is finally official.

"Your Majesty, it is your honor to fight for you, and it is your responsibility. So you dare to ask for any reward. Yes, if you allow, you want to make a big request."

But also because of this, everyone immediately realized that the seemingly inexplicable behavior of Duke Metz might have some deep meaning behind it!

After speaking, he walked away.

The king was angry, and he pulled out his sword suddenly, waved it and roared:

Even the valley nobles who hated having to skin the red poisonous snake and cramped, frowned when they saw that scene.

"Based on what you know about Randyll, I would refuse to let his sister inherit Hornhill."

"You said, massacre the city! That is an order! The king's order!"

Because the puppet used by the big clown as the target of the "duel" is exactly the appearance of the "Red Viper" Prince Oberyn, and more importantly, the puppet is supported by a skeleton!

"Okay, Ed!" Cersei flicked her long sleeves, "Does he think you are a fool? Since the man is willing to marry, this engagement will be canceled. Is your son still to be found before the king!"

Breathe fire, throw fruit, turn into a pigeon...

"It's broken." The former Cersei hurriedly grabbed her son who seemed to be about to run away again, you still know a lot, if you let Barris kill the captain of the Kingsguard, it is estimated that tomorrow the whole country will call your son crazy The seventh king,

That matter was done too decently.

Yes, but Geng Mengmei didn't sit down, but continued with the wine glass:

Geng Mengmei's coquettish operation in the war obviously angered those military nobles. After all, the dead are all our soldiers, and all the blood is shed. As a result, Geng Mengmei sitting here is not helping, but actually He still shamelessly took all the credit for himself.

The name of the song is "The Conquest of Parisian Emperor".

A troubadour walked down, brushed his fingers over the strings of the harp, and sang.

Duke Mace hurriedly stood up from his seat and walked towards the backstage of the venue.

(end of this chapter)