Chapter 260 Drama in King's Landing (1)
"The face of our Heavenly Father is firm and strong!~"
"Judge fallacies and uphold justice~~"
Sansa sat next to the queen, running the wooden comb through Cersei's silky blond hair over and over again.
The song in the Great Sept of Baelor is echoing, just like the song that my mother once taught me to sing in Winterfell, but now it is sung by countless nuns and monks together, and the sound is solemn and long, like the bells ringing at dusk.
She couldn't help but hum, "Our Lady brings the blessing of life and protects and takes care of every woman"
"Did the nuns teach you this from a young age, Sansa?"
Cersei asked, eyes still closed.
Sansa combed her hair and answered methodically, "Yes, queen, even in the north where the weirwood trees grow, the song of the Seven Gods is still sung."
A chuckle came from Cersei's mouth. She straightened up and looked at the round mirror in front of her. Her beautiful blond hair had been tied into a beautiful yet dignified and elegant bun by Sansa's skillful hands, tightly coiled behind her head.
The queen held Sansa's hand, "What a lady's hands. Lady Stark has really taught a good daughter."
Upon hearing Lady Stark's words, Sansa instinctively lowered her eyes, making a gesture of loneliness.
Cersei looked at Sansa teasingly and reached out to hold the ends of her red hair.
The queen always likes to show this pitiful look, especially when faced with the tragic situation of the Stark family being scattered. The queen likes it even more.
Sansa guessed that the reason was most likely related to the strength of the Arryn family in the Vale. The queen didn't like the Aylin family, so she naturally showed her closeness to her.
The hymn ended with the ringing of the bells, followed by the slightly cheerful tune of the troupe.
"The queen takes off her shoes, and the king throws away his crown! The queen takes off her skirt, and the king takes off his pants!~"
Cersei frowned in obvious displeasure and opened the curtain to look outside.
"Xiao Qiao doesn't have a long memory, but the troupe is still there. Last time he was almost trampled to death by those unruly people!" Cersei closed the curtain angrily.
"Oh! Beautiful Queen Margaery! Oh! Merciful King Joffrey, my nephew, my kin, spare me, your beloved uncle Stannis Baratheon!~"
The troupe's performance was actually on the road. Sansa looked at the frowning Cersei and couldn't help but be surprised. Joffrey looked violent, but not brave. He only scolded Lord Tywin in person, but that was nothing. Just relying on his self-righteous personality and his mother's doting.
How could he allow the troupe to continue performing in front of him?
Cersei opened the curtain again and looked ahead, and Sansa noticed that it was the car where Joffrey and Margaery were sitting.
Jaime held the golden mask in his hand and stared closely at Cersei's car. The bastard Orion Waters stayed inside for a long time before walking out. He straightened his clothes and carefully looked around to make sure everything was correct. Stay away cautiously.
"She slept with many people, Ser Jaime." After Kevan left, he heard Lancel say when he visited him again. "Many people, more than you think, including me. I'm sorry, Seven God bless.”
His weak voice whispered in James's ear, and the Seven-Star Bible beside Lancel's bed gently shook its title page in the wind. The strong smell of herbs made James almost gag.
He wanted to strangle Lancel to death on the bed.
But now, Jaime only regrets why he did not die in the riverlands.
He lowered his head and stared blankly at the golden mask in his hand.
"Tywin, our father is paranoid, Cersei? This dear old lady is a complete idiot and madman. You must take all the secret passages of King's Landing into your own hands, so that Wildfire and King's Landing truly belong to you."< br>
Tyrion's words at the Alchemists Guild ring in his ears.
He held his breath, took a deep breath, mounted his horse, and left the Queen Mother's car.
Tyrion was nowhere to be seen. He might have left King's Landing last night and fled to the Valemen military camp outside the city.
James breathed a sigh of relief, glanced over, and saw the figure of the Stark girl walking into the Queen Mother's car.
He had no time to care. The white knight and the sworn brothers were greeting him. James looked at the scorching sunshine above his head, picked up the reins of his horse, and ran away.
Jaime noticed that the silver-haired bastard who had gone to Cersei's bed was following the team, riding a war horse and playing the harp leisurely. The sword moved faintly beside his waist.
Tyrion looked at the moonlight outside the window and counted the time in his mind. Ever since he exposed his true thoughts at the Alchemist Guild, Jaime had excluded himself from investigating the wildfire and King's Landing secret passage cases.
Looking out from the window, the big bell of the Red Castle was just in sight. I was afraid that the bell would ring the next day, and a sentence without trial would be imposed on the king in the dungeon of the Red Castle.
The glass holding the hourglass was cracked, and there was a soft rustling sound as gravel slipped from the crack.
The time agreed upon by Bronn was not far away. The mercenary was more sensitive to the current situation than he imagined. A moment ago, he was the captain of the City Guard whom Duke Tywin trusted. At this time, he had to escape from King's Landing with him. Go to the Eagle's Nest City.
Tyrion returned to the desk, took a deep breath and looked at the drawings placed on the desk. One stack after another was piled thickly on top of each other in the corner of the desk.
He raised his calf and kicked Podrick, who was sleeping against the wall. "Wake up, Pod, if we don't read through these drawings and historical records recording the construction of King's Landing, we may not be able to bring anything to the military camp in the valley." Go, when the time comes, you will really become a deformed magic monkey, a sleeping pig, and a cunning gibbon. The three actors who appeared on the stage will enter the Eagle King's lair without taking a piece of tender meat. "
He's doing this for Jaime, for Lannister, Tyrion thought to himself.
Podrick woke up in a daze and asked, "Who is the monkey and who is the pig?"
"You're a pig!" Tyrion stood on tiptoes, picked up the book cover and hit him on the forehead, and angrily directed Podrick to hold up the candle.
"Then I'm not a gibbon, right?" Bronn's voice came from outside. He stood in front of the door, his long arms folded in front of his chest, "You can go now. After a while, the capital guard will change." Gang, you can hitch a ride on the charcoal seller’s cart and run away.”
Tyrion sighed and did not look at Bronn. He stared at the drawings on the table, hoping to find traces of the secret passage.
"You said it all," Bronn played with the dagger in his hand, "The secret passage is the secret of the Targaryen madmen. It can't be leaked so easily. Don't waste time, just leave."
Tyrion stood up helplessly, reached for a rope from the bookcase, and pulled hard, "Pod, tie these things up."
"Gah! Boom!"
Podrick was holding up the rope, trying to tie up all the drawings and historical records and put them into the bag. Suddenly, there were several sharp scratches under the attic floor, like a sword blade hitting the wall.
Bronn stuffed the remaining fruit into his mouth, raised his dagger gently yet agilely, and slowly reached out toward the door.
Tyrion's eyes widened and he pointed at the bookcase. Podrick quickly reached out and took off the crossbow and loaded it with arrows.
Podrick held up the oak shield, Tyrion pressed against his back tightly, and the crossbow carefully moved toward the gap in front.
Bronn walked down the stairs and leaned out, but froze in place.
Seeing this, Tyrion rushed out, passed Podrick, and quickly pointed his crossbow at the diagonal bottom of the stairs.
The finger that was supposed to pull the trigger of the crossbow froze in place, and Tyrion opened his mouth. Like Bronn, his face was sluggish, and a touch of paleness spread quickly, driving away the sallowness and redness on his face.
Huge dog, as big as a horse
"Giant wolf! The wolf spirit in King's Landing! Many people in the city have seen it!" Podrick exclaimed behind Tyrion.
The golden eyes swayed like will-o'-the-wisps.
"Look into the beast's eyes," Bronn whispered to him, with a clear tremor in his tone.
Tyrion's hands were shaking as he held the crossbow tremblingly. The wolf had obviously not taken a bath for a long time, and the smell of blood and stench on his body hit his face. The wildness and animality contained in it almost broke half of his heart. Scared out.
The giant wolf leaned down, leaving behind a parchment scroll. In full view of everyone, he jumped out of the house and disappeared into the night like a ghost.
"How did he find us?" Bronn suppressed his frightened pale face and reached for the parchment.
Direwolf Tyrion took a breath. He confirmed the identity of this wolf. The cold air of the night shuttled between his teeth, making his teeth hurt a little more.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I really don't know if it's a gift from the Seven Gods or if you were born with good luck." Bronn handed over the parchment.
Tyrion opened the secret passages and secret doors, just like the Virgin singing a love song in his ears.
He closed the parchment, his expression became serious, and he looked at the broken cobwebs in the stairwell, "It's time to leave the city, everyone."
(End of chapter)