Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 300

 Chapter 300 Escaped Yang Yan

 “Hiss…”

Yang Yan fell to the ground, spread his wings widely, stretched his neck and roared around.

The nobles gathered at the entrance of the camp and were indiscriminately intimidated by Yang Yan, and they distanced themselves in panic.

 If you delay it for a while, I'm afraid it will turn into chaos.

Ignoring Boros's shouting, Rhaegar said coldly: "Aegon, watch your dragon."

The plan does not require Sunfire to demonstrate against the loyal nobles, Aegon is making his own decisions.

 “Tch, Yang Yan is very honest.”

Aegon was dismissive and verbally urged Yang Yan to be quiet.

Yang Yan remained unmoved, his golden body shaking back and forth, showing his majesty with the pale pink wing membranes.

 “Hiss…”

 What did they see?

 The prince ignited fire in his hands and fought back a dragon that was about to lose control!

"elder brother!"

This scene caught the eyes of the crowd and almost shocked their jaws.

 “Hiss…”

 “Hiss…”

Helena shouted, slipped off Menghuo's back quickly, and ran to Rhaegar worriedly.

 The drinking retreat technique in the "Forbidden Spell" he just used.

Yang Yan shook his body, seeming to be annoyed at the driver who spoke carelessly, and roared again at Rhaegar beneath him.

 “Hiss…”

Aegon also saw that something was not good at this time, and hurriedly pulled Yang Yan and said in a panic: "Yang Yan, calm down!"

 “Hiss…”

As soon as the words came out, the palm of his hand ignited with flames, condensing into a dragon-shaped crest.

Daeron also climbed down from the dragon's back, told Tessalyon to leave the camp, and followed him on his short legs.

In full view of everyone, one man and one dragon faced off.

Yang Yan could no longer care about the driver, soaring at a low altitude in a panic, disappearing into the dense royal forest.

 The words spoken were High Valyrian, but mixed with a certain special tone.

Aegon jumped off the saddle, grabbed Yang Yan's back scales, and said anxiously: "Yang Yan, please be honest."

Lega faced each other coldly, his eyes flashing with cold light.

Rhaegar stared at Boros who kept shouting, turned his back to Aegon and said coldly: "Aegon, do you want me to repeat what I said a second time?"

It seems to have forgotten the fear of being almost eaten by a glutton.

Yang Yan screamed, quickly retreated on his hind legs, and flapped his wings in panic as he took off.

 Royce stood in front of the lord and mocked: "Your Highness Rhaegar, it seems that your dragon is indeed very disobedient."

“Aegon, tell Sunfire to go away!” Helena exclaimed.

Yang Yan seemed not to have heard anything, his vertical pupils flashed with arrogance, and he crawled towards the entrance of the camp on his hands and knees, raising his head and roaring angrily.

Aegon was not chained, and the dragon beneath him suddenly rose into the air. He was thrown off the dragon's back without a firm grip.

In an instant, the cruelty in Yang Yan's vertical pupils faded away, and instead a touch of fear arose, and the golden body trembled.

What's more, the dragon's head keeps approaching, revealing its ferocious staggered teeth, as if it intends to hunt.

Yang Yan licked his nose and spread his wings proudly, shrouding Rhaegar in shadow in front of him.

Yang Yan is still making trouble, and the dragon's kiss even overflows with golden dragon flames, shaking his head and showing off.

Helena and Darren in the sky also saw that something was wrong, and landed on the dragon one after another, riding on the dragon's back helplessly.

Boros had a stern face and roared repeatedly: "I must go to the king to ask for justice!"

Feeling the smelly hot wind coming from behind, Lei Jia turned his head coldly and faced the unruly Yang Yan.

Rhaegar looked around, taking in the surprise of the onlookers, and felt calm inside.

Rhaegar's face darkened, green dragon patterns appeared in his eyes, he raised a palm and shouted: "Yang Yan, get down!"

 “No, no, no! Stop!”

 Fortunately, it was not high from the ground. Aegon fell to the ground with a thud and rolled to the open space for cushioning.

  In the cold confrontation, the surrounding air seemed to drop to subzero.

  It is usually used by the driver on the tamed dragon, or by the dragon hunter to drive away the young dragon.

Looking at its posture, it seems that Rhaegar, who is scolding the driver, is regarded as an enemy.

It ran away without hesitation, as if being chased by a ferocious beast.

 Under normal circumstances, the prohibition spell is not so powerful that it can scare away the masterful Yang Yan.

  But he and Gluttony have the relic blessing of [Knight's Oath], and they can skillfully use Glutton's dragon power to suppress them at the life level.

His voice aroused Yang Yan's fear of gluttons. He was afraid of being preyed on, so he even ran away without caring about the driver.

　　Pressing the heads of Helena and Daeron who ran to him, Rhaegar looked back at the stunned Boros.

Looking at the other person's fearful eyes, Rhaegar sighed lightly and said calmly: "What justice do you want to ask for?"

At this moment, the glutton fell from the sky, and its huge dark body shrouded the sky over the camp.

But it did not land. It just glanced at Boros manically, then turned and chased deep into the royal forest.

Bolos was stunned, staring blankly at the glutton's retreating back, stumbling nervously: "No, that's not the case."

 He understood it thoroughly.

 The so-called royal forest hunting was really held to punish him.

Rhaegar pursed his lips and smiled: "Very good, I will welcome you to visit my father."

 A show of force is enough, but enough is enough.

Rhaegar took the hands of Helena and Daeron and led the two Kingsguard back the way they came.

Along the way, the nobles gathered on both sides of the camp had glaring eyes, wishing they could see a hole in Rhaegar's face.

There is fanaticism, fear, awe in these eyes...

 Different kinds.

 Generally speaking, fear is greater than fanaticism, and awe is greater than fear. On the contrary, there is more worship of the strong.

 “Prince Rhaegar!…”

 “Young Dragon King!…”

I don't know who started it. The nobles cheered with all their strength, and the applause resounded throughout the camp. The titles and prefixes they had received were turned out one by one.

Rhaegar's face remained unchanged, and he glanced at both sides of the camp calmly, accepting the cheers of the nobles calmly.

These people are his subjects.

When passing by the clearing, Aegon was being helped up by Aemond, grinning and wailing.

The voice was full of energy, and at first glance it seemed like nothing was wrong.

 He glanced at it and ignored it.

  …    It's past noon.

Bolos changed out of his dirty clothes stained with mud and water, and led the family into the main tent fearfully.

As soon as he entered the door, five figures kneeling on the ground came into view.

As soon as Boros opened his eyes, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

These five people are all men dressed as nobles, and he recognizes them all.

 It was the lords of several families who refused to provide materials and applied for remuneration from the treasury in advance.

Boros tremblingly walked past the five people and glanced back and forth inside the tent.

Viserys sat on the throne, accompanied by several of his ministers.

Other than that, only Rhaenys, Daemon, and a few of the king's children remained.

 The idlers and others have been invited out.

 “Your Majesty, Baratheon sends his regards.”

Boros bowed his head and saluted, no longer as arrogant as when he came.

Viserys glanced at him and ignored him.

　　Moving his butt, his eyes fell on the four girls behind Boros.

The four girls are quite different in age. The two eldest are about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the two younger ones are only four or five years old.

 “Aegon, come out.”

Viserys looked bad and called out to Aegon, who was dejected in the corner.

 Then he looked at the four girls from the Baratheon family and showed a kind smile: "I have something to discuss with your father. You go out with my children first."

Turning his face again, Viserys waved his hand in disgust: "Aegon, take a few younger brothers and sisters and go out."

 He heard what happened just now.

 It's really embarrassing that you can't even control your own dragon.

 “Yes, father.”

Aegon agreed and walked out of the tent with his head lowered.

 Having lost so much face, Yang Yan didn't know where he had flown.

 He really wanted to find a brothel to vent his anger.

 The four Baratheon girls followed Aegon with their heads lowered at the signal of their mother Elena.

 They were deeply frightened by the group of dragons when they entered the camp.

Seeing the gentle Lady Elena, Viserys paused and said, "Lady Elena, you can go down too."

  uses "men", so Elena is not the only one who left.

 Except for the Lord Chancellor, Rhaenys and Daemon, all the family members accompanied him.

Rhaenyra touched Rhaegar's hand, her clear eyes seemed to speak.

Rhaegar understood the meaning, glanced at the royal ministers vaguely, nodded to his father, and followed Rhaenyra out.

 He has done enough today.

 Just leave the matter of beating Boros to your father.

Rhaegar stepped out. Viserys then threw a stack of paper, hit Boros on the head, and scolded: "Look at these vassals of yours, the fiefdom has not caused disaster at all, but they refuse to provide building materials!"

  In one month, more or less the real situation of several noble territories was collected.

From a distance, one could hear Boros's panicked explanation.

 Not long after, five **** heads were hung on pillars in the camp for public display.

 The execution was carried out by Bolos himself and executed in public.

Blood splattered all over his head and face, staining his luxurious clothes again.

the other side.

 Allison and other women entertained Lady Elena and took her to the women's gathering tent.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra walked side by side, attracting hot looks from many noble ladies and ladies.

Halfway through, Rhaenyra pouted and refused to take him with her.

 Afraid of being noticed by those hungry ladies.

Rhaegar had everything he wanted, and he didn't want to be among women with pungent perfumes.

Turn around and walk towards the bachelor's tents surrounding the main tent.

 A few steps away, Rhaegar arrived at the entrance of the camp.

Through the blocked door curtain, Rhaegar could still clearly hear someone talking inside.

　　Opening the curtain and walking in, a gray-robed bachelor with black skin and short haircut appeared.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

Seeing Rhaegar enter, the gray-robed bachelor was flattered and put down the herbs in hand to salute.

 “Get up, Orville.” Rhaegar waved.

Ovel wiped the medicine foam on his hands and said respectfully: "Yes, Prince."

Rega glanced at the table in front of him, which contained various herbs and equipment, and asked casually: "Are you wary of herbalism and medicine?"

If he remembers correctly, Orville is the assistant of Grand Maester Melos and has been involved in the treatment of his father.

Orville didn't know why, so he answered carefully: “I have obtained bachelor's links in both directions.”

“How does it compare to the Grand Maester?” Rhaegar said seemingly casually.

Orwell was stunned for a moment, with a tangled expression on his face, and hesitantly said: "It should be... almost the same."

 In fact, he wanted to say that he had knowledge and experience that was not inferior to that of a bachelor, but he did not want to give the prince the impression of being arrogant.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly, and it was not difficult to hear the humility and unwillingness in the other party's words.

  Putting down the door curtain, he walked to the desk and picked up a charming white flower.

The finished flower is mashed and solidified into a milky white bean.

Rhaegar recognized it: "Poppy?"

"Yes."

Orville nodded, with a twinkle in his eye, and added: "The king often feels pain in the middle of the night, and he will drink a sip of poppy milk to relieve the pain."

 Lega's face darkened slightly when he heard this.

 He really didn't know that his father had a habit of being obsessed with poppy milk.

Poppy flower milk has a sedative and analgesic effect, but it is easily addictive and can paralyze nerves and muscles.

Recalling the scene when Archmaester Meros applied medicine to his father, Rhaegar's eyes flashed with danger.

 After so many years of treatment, my father's injury has not improved.

Logically speaking, even if it is not completely healed, it should be possible to alleviate the injury and control the erosion of the wound.

Rhaegar stared at Orvel and said gloomily: "Is the medicine of the Grand Master useful?"

 (End of this chapter)

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