"She really doesn't seem to like me." The dwarf sat cross-legged on the brick bed, picking his teeth as he smiled bitterly.
The dinner was sumptuous, very unlike Westeros.
There was only a big hotpot, a double hotpot. On one side, there was a fire dragon pepper and beef bone base, and on the other side, there was a fresh broth of prawns and salmon bones.
There were more than a dozen plates piled high with potato slices, mushrooms, vegetables, tofu, fish slices, lamb slices, tripe, and so on.
The dwarf thought that it was just him, Sansa, and the little princess. He didn't expect that Theon, the two boys, and even Breyne, had taken off their boots and were sitting cross-legged around the table.
During the dinner, he teased little Danny many times, teasing her with jokes and telling her stories about the overseas countries to attract her.
He was very attentive, but the effect was not very good.
"She …" Sansa hesitated for a moment and sighed. "She's very smart. She should have guessed our relationship."
Tyrion was stunned and asked, "Has she seen Aegon?"
Sansa shook her head. "When she was born, Aegon guarded her cradle for half the night as a spirit. He sang nursery rhymes for half the night and never appeared again."
"It seems that this child also has a shadow in her heart, just like Jon and Simba." The dwarf was deep in thought.
Sansa rolled her eyes at him. "You haven't seen your mother either. Do you also have a shadow in your heart? There are so many children in the world with incomplete parents. Do they all have a shadow in their hearts? "
The dwarf's expression was serious. "Yes, the father is like the sun, and the mother is like the moon. The sun and the moon take turns to illuminate the child's smiling face. Neither can be missing."
Sansa said disapprovingly, "Little Danny is different from Jon and Simba. She is not confused about her background and existence at all.
I told her all about Aegon's story and told her that Aegon was watching her from heaven. His gaze moved with her.
As long as she missed him, she would go to the small sanctuary to pray to him.
So, her heart is very healthy and has no shadow.
It's just that your reputation is too bad. No one wants their mother to be with a bastard. "
The dwarf was embarrassed. "I've been away from Westeros for so long. Who's still talking bad about me?"
"You're not in the Westeros, but stories about you have been circulating in the Seven Kingdoms. For example, you were caught by the Evil God when you went to the toilet in the palace of Pentos … Everyone said that it was very strong."
Sansa blushed and glanced at the little dwarf. "News of you messing around with a few strong men in Astapor also spread from the mouth of the volunteer knights at Slaver's Bay.
Also, you brought Aegon around the Passion Garden and were assassinated by an assassin. The Dragon Queen burned Queers in rage. "
"Damn it, little Danny is still so young. How can you allow these evil stories to poison her?" the dwarf said angrily.
"Didn't the scholar teach you heraldry when you were young? Every noble family's coat of arms, main characters, characters, and stories have to be taught from a young age. Otherwise, how can they communicate with other nobles when they grow up? "
"Sigh!" The dwarf covered his face and groaned. "I should have written 'Half-Human Legend' earlier. I will write my own history, fair and objective! "
"The 'Half-Human Legend' you wrote is no different from a piece of trash." Sansa laughed coldly.
"Who are those two children? They are little Danny's followers. "The dwarf changed the topic.
"Didn't you see the family emblem on them?" Sansa's expression turned dull.
"That skinny boy is Greyjoy?"
"Theon's illegitimate son, Robb Greyjoy."
"What about the red-haired boy? He has the direwolf emblem on his coat. " The dwarf's heart thumped violently, but he still asked the question that had been in his heart since the first time he saw the child.
"He is my illegitimate son, Benjen Storm."
His worst guess became reality. The dwarf's expression turned ugly as if he had seen his wife having an affair with ten black men.
Looking at the calm woman opposite him, he could not help but ask loudly, "Who is his father?"
"A handsome, passionate, and talented bard. He was my lover for half a year. After that, I got tired of him, so I gave him a thousand gold royals and told him to get lost, "Sansa said calmly.
"How could you —" The dwarf pointed at her and shouted. Halfway through, he stopped and put down his hand.
"You've changed."
Sansa nodded. "My thoughts are more mature, my power is stronger, and I have more control over my life.
The current me is the best me, and also the truest me. "
"I don't feel good." Tyrion's expression was gloomy.
"Why do you feel bad? I am not your wife, you have no right to make any requests of me." Sansa's expression turned cold.
"I …" The dwarf looked at her, his eyes sad.
If I didn't love you, would I have helped you so much?
"You left the Westeros for seven years!" Sansa sighed.
Do you want me to be a widow for seven years?
"What about Aegon? Do you still have him in your heart? "The dwarf asked.
There was no hesitation on Sansa's face. "My lover is Aegon, you are my lover, and Simone is my pet! I can tell them apart very clearly. "
"F * ck!" The dwarf could not help but raise his middle finger at her.
Sansa said calmly, "When Aegon entered my dream for the first time, he told me that I was at the right age, and I should find a man to marry as soon as possible. Only when I am happy can he truly be at ease in heaven.
The second time, his saint soul descended from heaven, and I told him about us. He only sighed that you were not a good lover, and did not blame me. "
"He really did not blame me?" The dwarf said excitedly.
Sansa nodded lightly.
"Phew! That's good. "The dwarf let out a long sigh, and his expression relaxed.
"Actually, I feel a lot of pressure when I am with you, I am afraid that I will see Aegon one day." He was smiling, but his smile was very complicated.
Sansa got up and put on her boots. She looked at the dwarf and said, "It is getting late, we still have to go to Slaver's Bay tomorrow to visit our relatives."
"I …" The dwarf hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "Let's not go tonight, I have to go back and tell Yalaine."
Sansa nodded and did not force him to stay.
When he walked out of the door, the dwarf was surprised to see little Danny secretly hiding behind a pillar and looking at him. When she saw him walk out of the courtyard alone, she could not help but let out a joyful chuckle.
The dwarf wanted to immediately turn around, hug her mother and kiss her a few times, then look at her proudly and laugh.
Shaking his head, Tyrion threw away this childish thought. He rolled up his sleeves and sang a song as he walked towards the Dornishmen's encampment.
The vassals did not travel alone.
The reason why Sansa and Yalaine did not live with Jon and the dwarf was because they led thousands of troops and hundreds of duchy nobles.
There were 15,000 Dornishmen stationed near the Dornishmen's residence.
Today, the entire King's Landing had gathered an army of more than 70,000 people. When they reached Danny and Rize's belt in the Three River Basin, the number would definitely exceed 20,000.
They were all true elites who had experienced eight long nights and participated in countless battles against the Other Ghosts. One of them could defeat five soldiers from ten years ago.
In this decisive battle against the Other Ghost King, all the vassals brought out their trump cards.
They all knew that this would be the last battle, and it was destined to be recorded in history.
Even if they could not obtain the Iron Throne, they would still be able to obtain supreme glory. All the participants would be praised by future generations as heroes.
.....
"Mmhmm —"
Outside Yalaine's bedroom, the dwarf's action of pushing the door open froze.
"Tyrion? Come in! " Yalaine had already been informed by the maid and saw the oil lamp outside the room and the short shadow on the glass window.
The dwarf opened the door slightly and stuck his head in like a turtle. "I'm going to Slaver's Bay tomorrow to visit Sansa's relatives."
The moaning and clucking stopped. Yalaine said lazily, "You're not coming in to sleep. Are you going to climb into that bitch's bed later? Why don't you call her over and we can have fun together? "
"No, I'm going to Jaime's tonight." The dwarf shook his head and was about to pull his head back.
"You're really not coming in? Look at who she is! "Yalaine reached out and pulled a furry head to the front of the bed.
The dwarf could not help but be curious. His pupils stretched up and down, turning into vertical pupils like the Megalosaurus. The darkness could no longer obstruct his vision. The woman's face was like the lines on a palm, and every detail could be seen clearly.
It was a woman in her thirties. She was not too beautiful, and there were a few wrinkles on her eyebrows. Her eyes were watery, and her cheeks were flushed.
The dwarf frowned.
He could tell at a glance that this woman had been a prostitute for a long time, but she was not exceptionally beautiful and did not have any special aura.
Why would his wife find such a woman?
Could it be that she was tired of the handsome boys and girls in the barren lands and wanted a change?
But if she wanted a change, he did not have any interest in her.
"I really don't know her," he said evasively.
He was about to leave.
"Sigh, my lord is so forgetful. Back then on the beach of Qingting Island, you said that you would never forget me for the rest of your life!" The prostitute complained.
The dwarf stopped in his tracks and looked at her carefully. He thought seriously … Hundreds and thousands of women's faces floated in his mind. Then, he entered the keyword — Qingting Island.
The number of women decreased rapidly. His heart skipped a beat as he remembered her identity.
"Oh, it's Rosie! Why did you leave the old town? It's so dangerous to travel thousands of miles in this terrible weather! "
"I came here with the River Bend Army. It's not too tiring to take a sleigh," Rosie explained. Then, she invited him, "My lord, don't say anymore. It's cold outside.
Rosie was not exceptionally beautiful. Ten years ago, she was still able to make him as hard as iron with her youthful vitality and legendary background story.
Now, facing an ordinary woman whose face and figure were slightly out of shape, and this woman had been in a prostitute's life for ten years, his heart was as cold as iron. He was not moved at all.
"I really have something to do. Another day!" The dwarf said perfunctorily and closed the door.
Vaguely, he seemed to have heard Alaine say that she was interrupted and felt that two women were not enough. Then, Rosie whispered that she knew the poet Simone and could invite him over … He did not turn back and continued to sing. Under the strange gazes of the maids and guards, he left the Dorn Prince's Mansion with light steps.
He did not go to the Western Region's station. At this moment, Jaime was most likely sleeping with little Tywin. He did not want to wake the child up.
Moreover, his heart was empty at this moment. He wanted to find a friend and fill it with alcohol and gossip for the time being.
The sky was dark and the north wind was bone-chilling. There were only a few dim lights in the vast King's Landing. He stood blankly at the crossroads for a long time before he finally remembered a drinking buddy.
"F * ck, how did I end up like this? Bronn is the only friend left in the entire King's Landing?"
Muttering, the dwarf came to Angel Avenue in the outer ring of the Great Cathedral.
Unexpectedly, he saw a sea of people and brilliant lights outside the Volunteer Army's station.
"What's going on?" He pulled a passerby and asked.
"The Slaver's Bay's Arts and Arts Troupe is holding a joint performance of 'Together, Towards a New Era'." The person said casually and squeezed his way in.
"Yes, it's the style of Slaver's Bay!" The dwarf grinned and disappeared into the crowd.
He was like a snake slithering in the grass, easily making his way to the front of the stage.
A male singer was affectionately singing a poem praising Saint Danny.
The dwarf listened for a while and felt bored. He crossed the stage and prepared to go to the back of the house to find Bronn.
"My dear, you eat one."
Tyrion's body trembled. The woman's voice was so familiar, yet so distant, as if it came from his previous life.
"I'm full. You eat."
Between the stage and the wall, there was a fence for the actors to rest and put on makeup.
On a handcart near the fence, a man and a woman in costume sat side by side.
The female dwarf's face was delicate and pretty, her facial features were well-proportioned, and there were fine crow's feet between her eyebrows. The male dwarf's arms were thick, and he looked old, giving off a deformed feeling unique to dwarves.
However, his smile was very warm, and his movements were very gentle.
Under the warm yellow light, the porcelain bowl in the male dwarf's hand emitted white steam. He even blew a long breath of white steam at the dumpling in the spoon, looking ferocious and hateful like a fire-breathing dragon.
Then, he put the spoon next to the female dwarf's lips.
The female dwarf smiled shyly and quickly opened her mouth, sucking the entire spoon into her mouth.
"This is mutton and celery stuffing. It smells so good, it's delicious." She chewed vaguely, the happiness in her eyes was like the white steam coming out of her mouth, clearly visible under the light.
"You eat one too." She said to the male dwarf.
The male dwarf could not resist, he went to the edge of the bowl and drank a mouthful of soup. Then, he passed another dumpling over and said: "Hurry up and eat, it's our turn soon."
The female dwarf ate another three dumplings, patted her stomach and laughed: "Wall-E, I'm full. You eat."
After saying that, she even burped.
"Fen Ni, eat two more." The man still stuffed dumplings into her mouth.
"Sob, sob, sob, sob …" At this time, a child wearing a skullcap stumbled over, crying as he ran.
Fen Ni did not care about the dumplings anymore. She supported herself with both hands and jumped off the handcart nimbly. She held the child in her arms and looked left and right. "Little Hu Ge, what's wrong with you?"
"Sob, sob, sob, mommy, tooth!" Little Hu Ge raised his right hand.
A piece of malt candy was tightly clenched in the sheepskin glove, and a blood-stained front tooth was stuck on it.
"Ouch, he bit his tooth off." Fen Ni glared at her husband. "Who told you to buy him sesame candy?"
"It doesn't matter, Hu Ge is growing his teeth anyway, it'll fall off sooner or later …"
"What are you doing here?"
Bronn saw the dwarf's figure from afar. It was dark, and he could not see the dwarf's expression, but he was very familiar with the dwarf's clothes and appearance.
He thought that the dwarf was here to look for him, so he stood at the gate and waited. Who knew that after waiting for a long time, the dwarf seemed to have lost his soul and stood there like a wooden stake, motionless.
"His name is Hu Ge …" the dwarf was stunned and said blankly.
"What?" The place was noisy, and the dwarf's voice was trembling as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in his throat. It sounded like he was crying, so Bronn did not hear it clearly.
"I want to eat dumplings!" the dwarf said loudly.
"Oh, come with me." Bronn nodded casually and pulled him to the gate. As they walked, he said, "The dumplings were originally prepared for the art troupe. There are only seven for each actor, so it's very expensive, but it shouldn't be difficult to get a bowl for you."
With Bronn's status, it was indeed easy for him to get a big bowl of bulging dumplings.
"Can you feed me?" The dwarf stared at the steaming bowl in a daze.
"What?" Bronn's eyes widened, thinking that he was hallucinating.
"Feed me." The dwarf handed him the spoon.
"Scram!" Bronn turned his head away and ignored him.
For a long time, the dwarf did not make a sound. He turned around curiously and found that his old friend was already in tears.
"F * ck!" Bronn had goosebumps all over his body. "What happened?"
The dwarf shook his head and said nothing.
"Alright, I'll feed you." Bronn quietly glanced at the door. Seeing that there was no one, he dug up a dumpling and stuffed it into the dwarf's mouth.
"It's hot, blow on it." The dwarf dodged.
"You are a Targaryen, you never blow on hot pot!" Bronn said with a straight face.
"Blow on it." The dwarf insisted.
Bronn had no choice but to blow on the dumpling.
"The taste is not right, it's bitter! Can you change to another bowl? "
"There's no change! You chose the lamb and celery stuffing yourself, no matter how bitter it is, you have to eat it! "
As the dwarf chewed, he began to cry sorrowfully again. The tears reached his lips and he swallowed them together with the dumpling.
"Is it really bitter?" Bronn saw it and was puzzled. He scooped up a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.
"It's delicious, how is it bitter? From what I see, you're just used to living a good life, so pretentious!
When I came in with such a big bowl of dumplings just now, I don't know how many people were so envious that they were drooling. "
"Is that so?" The dwarf looked up blankly. "Why don't I exchange this big bowl for his small bowl?"
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