Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 312

Chapter 312 begins

 He had indeed climbed onto the back of a dragon in front of everyone and flew out of Dragonstone.

 Initially, he wanted to return to King's Landing, find out Larris in the dark, and chop off his hypocritical head with a sword.

 But he didn't do that.

 If the timing is not right, rashly killing a descendant of the King's Hand will attract attention from the outside world.

　　It coincided with the murder of Bolos, so there is no connection at all.

With his thoughts turning over and over again, Rhaegar raised his head and sighed softly: "Tonight is destined to be uneventful."

Looking at the dusk scenery, the setting sun's fiery clouds are continuous, just like the splendidness of the ethnic saying "blood and fire come from the same origin".

Rhaegar pursed his lips and smiled, no longer paying attention to the quarrel below, and turned around and walked into the attic.

 “He” has driven the glutton to leave Dragonstone, but he cannot show up again.

 A letter from King's Landing, the Crown Prince returned to King's Landing in a hurry.

 “I don't want to drink this stuff…go out…”

Allison felt nervous and picked at his nails.

 In the king's bedroom, the drunken Viserys shook his head repeatedly, refusing to feed the poppy milk to his mouth.

A pair of green-white fingers were all scratched, and every nail gap was bloody.

"Meros found me and said you were very anxious." Otto did not hesitate to write a letter explaining his purpose.

Allison was startled and said sternly: "I'll come see you later."

 “Father?” Allison was in a daze.

 Allison cursed secretly, feeling confused.

Otto sighed softly, took Allison's hands, and said without hiding his pity:

“You have a pair of beautiful jade hands. I don't want you to hurt them by doing embroidery, but you always don't cherish them.”

 After a moment's pause, Otto's unique deep voice came: "It's me, Allison."

She felt aggrieved, put down her drunken husband, and walked out of the bedroom holding up her skirt.

Crunch—

 Allison lowered his head, not daring to answer.

 She had just received the news that Rhaegar had received a letter from King's Landing and flew to King's Landing on the blue-eyed black dragon.

Otto struck while the iron was hot, his voice relaxed: "Tell your father, what trouble have you encountered?"

 Allison felt ashamed and looked at his palm.

As soon as Rhaegar left, Meros was secretly released by Allison, and took the opportunity to find him and tell him about the strange thing that the queen had been asking the raven to send a message.

Viserys suddenly became angry and threw the cup away with his hand, and the thick milky white liquid spilled all over the carpet.

She wanted to smuggle a letter back to King's Landing to ask whether Laris's operation was successful.

 Dragonstone is Rhaenyra's territory, and Rhaegar naturally has a share.

Allison turned around in shock and asked nervously: "Who is outside?"

 “Queen.”

 “Alison, you have never lied since you were a child.”

 In the bedroom, the personal maid Tyra greeted him in a low voice.

 “Damn, what happened?”

Racking his brain for random thoughts, Allison was so anxious that he called out: "Tyra, give me paper and pen, I want to write a letter."

He didn't say anything. He went straight to sit opposite his daughter and asked casually, “Do you want to write a letter?”

 There was a knock on the door.

 “Yes, Queen.”

Terra nodded in agreement and found the letter paper and quill from the drawer.

Allison held her husband's shoulders and persuaded him with a cup: "It's time for you to take medicine. Drinking a little will help you have a good dream."

Allison waved his hands like he was shooing away flies: "I'm fine, you're busy."

 Create the illusion that a storm is coming. I wonder if Alisson, who is impatiently waiting for the news of Bolos's death, will jump in a hurry?

 In order to relieve his pain, he went to Meros and made a temporary cup of poppy milk.

Otto pushed the door open and looked around calmly, his eyes stopping for a moment on the pen and paper in Tyra's hand.

Out of the door, Allison wiped the corners of his eyes and quickly returned to the bedroom in the same corridor.

"I do not need!"

 Sit down on the chair beside the round table, put his hands on his forehead, and rub his temples because of his headache.

Meros is detained, and all messages from the outside world will be intercepted by the maester of Dragonstone and cannot reach her.

Meros took the risk to find him, and it must be a big deal.

 Otto believed that he had to take action to ensure the overall interests of his daughter, himself and the family.

With belated concern, Allison's psychological defenses were broken, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes: "Laris made an evil plan, and I participated in it."

Facing his father who showed his trustworthiness, Allison was unprepared and told everything in detail.

 Half a sound.

Otto took a deep breath, glanced at the brown-haired maid at the door calmly, and whispered: "Can she be trusted?"

Allison sobbed and said with red and swollen eyes: "Tyla has been with me since I was a girl. We are like sisters."

　　Her girlhood can be traced back to the twilight years of serving King Jaehaerys of Renri.

Otto nodded slightly and his expression became solemn: "Don't write letters, just stay in the room and don't go anywhere."

 Allison retorted eagerly and worriedly.

Otto shook his head and said solemnly: "Don't worry about it. You haven't been exposed yet. Don't act without authorization."

The cause of Bolos's death is unknown, and no one can determine the real culprit.

As long as Alisson remains calm and indifferent, this matter will have nothing to do with him.

On the contrary, writing a letter back to the king in a hurry is the only way to give someone a handle.

 As for Larris…

A vicious conspirator would be best killed by the prince who discovered the clues with one blow to avoid future troubles.

 The sun sets and night falls.

 Stone Drum Tower, a certain bedroom.     “Hmm…so great…”

The moonlight shines through the glass window, and two figures on the floor are lingering, breathing and panting.

Suddenly, two light knocks and one heavy knock sounded quickly, followed by footsteps walking away outside the door.

"snort!"

There was a dull roar, and the applause in the bedroom stopped.

Damon got up from the ground, wiped the sweat from his brow, picked up a piece of clothing and wrapped it around his waist.

Going to the door, a note was stuffed under the door.

　　Opening the door, there was no one outside. The messenger had already run away.

 “Prince, who is disturbing a good thing so late?”

The woman's hoarse voice of pleasure came from behind, and the two big lumps were warm and soft and pressed against her back first.

Damon shrugged his shoulders, walked to the window edge and sat down, looking at the note with a calm expression.

After reading it in a hurry, Damon's eyes were introverted and his expression was terrifyingly gloomy.

His most trusted mistress, Bai Maggot Xiaomei, is an expert in intelligence and has planted little spiders around many people.

Damon turned his head and stared at the plump woman Chi Guoguo standing on the floor.

 Black curly hair, green pupils, and a pair of **** as big as a cow.

 Ali Hewen, his new mistress after hunting in the Kingswood, is a great bed partner.

Yali Hewen looked at the handsome man behind the clouds and rain with charming eyes. He stepped forward without caring about the exposure, and lightly opened his red lips: "Is there any bad news?"

As she spoke, her curly hair swayed down her waist, her milky white skin dazzled, and she was indescribably charming.

Damen's face was gloomy for a while, pretending to be depressed: "It's my brother, his condition has worsened."

“Disease is not terrible, as long as it is cured.”

Yali Hewen smiled, walked to the window edge and knelt down, looking at the man with seductive eyes.

“You said you have the secret to eternal youth and know medical skills?”

Damon glanced with interest, stretched out his hand and pinched the woman's chin.

 “Haha, there is no better doctor than me.”

  Yali Hewen enjoyed the man's dominance and chuckled: "The king's injuries come from a curse, but he is a real dragon and can be cured by washing with dragon blood."

"Dragon's blood is as hot as lava, and my brother can't bear it." Damon said with profound meaning.

  He brought up this topic deliberately to test the intentions of the illegitimate daughter of the Strong family.

Just now, the news sent by Little Spider confirmed the new mistress's cruelty.

Before Ali Hewen realized something was wrong, she rested her head on the man's thigh and breathed hot air: "The blood of those beasts doesn't work, I'm talking about Targaryen's blood."

 “Targaryen blood!?”

　　Da Meng immediately turned cold upon hearing this, pinched the woman's neck roughly, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

 “No! That's not what I meant…”

 Yali Hewen showed pain on her face, twisted her body and struggled, and argued eagerly: "You can use an illegitimate child instead, as long as the bloodline is pure."

boom-

Damon pushed her out hard, raised his legs and jumped off the window sill, giving her a cold look: "My brother will not allow such evil witchcraft to exist, and you are not allowed to take a step closer to my brother, otherwise I will chop your head into pieces."

 The so-called blood washing, to put it bluntly, is the blood sacrifice of living people.

He originally took Yali Hewen as his mistress because of her beauty, but he didn't want to reveal his true colors after a little testing.

　　Not a word of what the forest witch said can be trusted.

 In the dim corridor, a silver-blond figure quietly slipped out.

 “It's strange that there is no token in father's room.”

Aemond's face dropped and he muttered dejectedly.

 At dusk, he was taunted by Aegon, and he held back a sigh of relief.

 The eldest brother Rhaegar unfortunately left, and I am afraid there will be no one to help him train the dragon.

 Lying in bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep, he decided to secretly go to Longshan to train the dragon by himself!

　　Ratching his hair, Aemond's eyes lit up: "Rhaenyra is the princess of Dragonstone Island, and the token to control the Dragon Guard may not be in her hands."

 There are dragon guards patrolling the castle, Blackstone Gate, and Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone Island. He can't escape without the token.

　　Just do it, Aemond went all the way down the stairs and reached the door of Rhaenyra's room.

To be cautious, he knocked on the door first.

With her heart in her throat, she secretly prayed that Rhaenyra was not in the room.

Since her eldest brother Rhaegar is not on the island, Rhaenyra will most likely not stay alone in the empty room, but go to coax the twin adopted daughters to sleep.

 After a moment, there was no response from the room.

Eamond was overjoyed and quietly opened the door.

Crunch—

The door opened slightly, and a dozen scented candles were lit in the room, but there was no one around.

"Very good!"

Eamond cheered and rummaged around quickly.

 Bedside, wardrobe, dressing table…

 Finally, the dark iron token was rummaged out from the first drawer of the dresser.

Picked up the token and kissed it, Aemond said happily: "Longshan, I'm here!"

 Restore the room layout to its original state and set off quickly.

 The first stop was at the gate of the castle, where they were blocked by a group of night-watching dragon guards.

With a proud look on his face, Aemond raised his token and said with great momentum: "I have the token. Send two people to **** me to Longshan!"

The dragon guards of the ten-man team looked at each other in confusion. The ten-man captain's eyes flashed and he agreed: "Yes, Your Highness."

In this way, Aemond slipped out of the castle smoothly.

 (End of this chapter)

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