Chapter 172 Jenny’s Peeping
Second floor, on the balcony.
Rhaenyra leaned against the fence, watching the joust in the back garden.
"Rhaega still loves to play so much."
"Very brave and extraordinary."
Beside her, Janey commented objectively.
Rhaenyra turned her head, caught a glimpse of the brilliance in Jenny's eyes, and said with a smile, "Are you going to hang out with Jensif all the time?"
"She and I are friends, we comfort each other's souls."
Jenny’s tone was light.
The voice changed and he asked: "Do you plan to follow the Targaryen family tradition?"
Rhaenyra understood what she was referring to and smiled: "Rhaegar will fight for it."
"bless you!"
Jenny lowered her eyes and picked up a glass of red wine.
Rhaenyra always felt that her words were insincere.
Watching Jenny's expression changes closely, trying to find something from it.
Jenny turned her head and looked at Rhaegar with flying silver hair, her eyes full of envy.
"Jenny."
Rhaenyra called out.
Jenny looked over.
"Have you ever farmed?"
"That's a farmer's job."
Rhaenyra pointedly said: "Yes, I have never farmed, but I have seen the farming process of the farmers in the king's territory."
Jenny was puzzled and had doubtful eyes.
Rhaenyra continued: "Farmers plant seeds in the spring, tend them diligently, water and loosen the soil, and harvest food in the fall."
Under Jeyne's increasingly confused gaze, Rhaenyra became serious:
"I have been by Rhaegar's side from the moment he was born. I am present in every moment of his life."
"Now that he's grown up, it's time for me to harvest."
Picking up the wine glasses on the table, Rhaenyra collided with Jenny's wine glasses.
A crisp buzz echoed, Rhaenyra drank it all in one gulp, picked up Rhaegar's clothes, and strode away.
She suddenly discovered that her only remaining friend was not pure in heart.
This made her wary.
call--
A breeze blew through her hair, and Jenny woke up as if from a dream.
The blank expression disappeared and was replaced by a domineering one.
Rhaenyra could not be seen behind the bead curtain, and Jeyne looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the bright sun.
Spring has passed, and the air is slightly hot, and I say to myself: "Rhaenyra, it is summer now!"
…
Back garden, competition ground.
No one competed with Lei Jia again, and the atmosphere was frozen for a while.
Jero asked Leya, but the newlywed wife fell into memories and remained silent for a long time.
After thinking about it, Jero sighed, he had to solve it himself.
"Prince, your swordsmanship is unparalleled. I would like to ask you for advice!"
Zero drew his sword and walked towards Rhaegar in the middle of the grass.
Rega smiled when he heard this: "Jero, you are the groom today, are you going to end up too?"
"It's rare to see swordsmanship like yours. I want to give it a try."
Jero held the sword with both hands and his eyes were firm.
He really wanted to test the prince's strength.
It's like trying to get a taste of Damon's skills.
"Very well, come on then."
Lei Jiacheng fulfills his persistence, not to mention that the martial arts competition should be over, which is just the right thing to do.
Zero strode forward, swinging his sword with the unique wildness of a Vale Knight.
Dang clang——
The dragon's claws rose up, and the two sword blades collided, causing little sparks to appear.
Rhaegar reversed his steps and slid the dragon's claws against the opponent's sword blade towards the sword.
Dang clang——
After watching from the sidelines for several times in a row, Jero became aware of the prince's sharp sword, quickly retracted the sword and struck again.
His movements were fast, his young and vigorous body was full of strength, and his two-handed swords made a soft sound.
Lei Jia took two steps back, sold a flaw, and raised his sword to resist the heavy blow.
Seeing the prince's chest exposed, Jero's eyes lit up. He lowered his sword with his upper body and raised his leg to kick.
However, as soon as he lifted his right leg, he saw Rhaegar reveal a triumphant smile.
"Fell into a trap."
Jero was shocked and realized something was wrong.
Rhaegar changed his steps and turned his body sideways, exposing his opponent's sword and right leg at the same time.
Without hesitation, the dragon's claws glowed with cold light and struck down with a sword.
Dang clang——
The dragon's claw struck the opponent's long sword, and the two swords faced each other.
The Valyrian steel material was superior, and the opponent's two-handed sword broke with a sound.
With a mournful cry, half of the broken sword flew out and fell on the grass.
The hearts of everyone present seemed to tremble following the broken sword.
Jero held the broken sword, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
The sword just cut off his long sword.
If placed on the battlefield, it would be his legs that would be cut off.
Looking at Rhaegar, who was smiling apologetically, Jero twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling uglier than crying.
It was a clean loss.
"Lord Jero, I accept."
Rhaegar sheathed the dragon's claw and stretched out a hand.
"Your swordsmanship is truly outstanding!"
Jero discarded the broken sword and held the prince's hand firmly.
Looking around at the stunned guests, Jero suddenly laughed loudly, raised their hands, and said loudly: "My lords, do you accept such a crown prince?"
quiet!
The valley nobles looked left and right, with different expressions.
The scene was deserted for a moment, and Rhaegar narrowed his eyes and examined them secretly.
"Damn, what a fast swordsmanship, whoever dares to dissatisfy, I will be the first to spare him!"
Someone in the crowd made a sound, accompanied by laughter.
The next second.
Everyone started laughing, beating their chests, tapping the hilts of their swords at their waists, and shouting randomly.
"Long live Targaryen! Long live the Crown Prince!..."
"..."
Rhaegar held the dragon's claw in one hand and raised the other above his head.
The originally calm face melted away like ice, blooming with a flame-like brilliance, and also melted into laughter.
Valley people follow tradition and respect the strong.
In this regard, only the northerners in the cold winter land are similar.
Rhaegar's swordsmanship convinced them, and they were willing to offer praise and loyalty.
With Jero's mediation, the competition came to an end.
The guests gathered around Rhaegar and returned to the castle singing loudly, intending to celebrate the wonderful contest with alcohol.
…
night.
Rhaegar lay in Rhaenyra's arms, a note in his hand.
"Jenny is going to say goodbye tomorrow, should we come along?"
Rhaenyra stroked his hair.
"A letter from Ilic, the Gaoshan clan's movements in the Mingyue Mountains are unknown."
Rhaegar enjoyed the soft touch and closed his eyes and said: "The battle situation in the Longbow Hall is also sluggish. Jobert is seriously injured. The Alpine Clan is likely to make big moves."
"Will the Gaoshan clan launch a massive attack?"
Rhaenyra said softly.
"I don't know. Escort Jenny back to the Eagle's Nest City first. If the Alpine clan dares to appear in large numbers, the gluttons will burn them all."
Rega threw away the note and said indifferently.
The Gaoshan clan is nothing more than a group of savages, they are difficult to deal with when they wander, but they are weak when they are in a group.
"That's good. Ilic's letter said that he has led troops from the Blood Gate to meet us."
Rhaenyra thought about the letter's contents.
We have already won over allies in Seagull Town, and our trip to the valley is mostly completed.
King's Landing and the Stepstones still need their return.
"Go to sleep, no touching!"
Patting Rhaegar on the head, Rhaenyra grabbed his paw.
"Hmm~"
Rhaegar arched in dissatisfaction and buried his face deep into the softness.
Rhaenyra laughed angrily, strangled his neck, and rubbed hard.
Like a little pig, it can’t eat enough!
