Chapter 290 Allison disciplines his son

In the blink of an eye, three days later.

King's Landing.

When the snow in early spring melts away, the manure workers drive the horses and pull the manure trucks to clean the public toilets in the streets and alleys.

Even the dirty flea nest no longer smells as bad as before.

Crowds of people gathered near Silk Street, spending money and having fun.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, a dragon roar sounded as muffled as a bell, and the dark dragon shadow soared from Blackwater Bay to the sky above King's Landing City.

The giant dragon is as black as charcoal, with a pair of green vertical pupils, and its wings spread out to cover the sky. Its appearance is as terrifying as an evil god.

Circling slowly around King's Landing like a demonstration, the dragon flew over Rhaenys Hills and landed into the dragon's lair.

Inside the dragon's lair.

The glutton lowered his spine, folded his broad wings, crawled in the dragon's lair hall and closed his eyes to sleep.

"Good mate, have a good rest."

Rhaegar stood in front of the ferocious dragon's head, stretching out his hand to rub the pitch-black scales.

"Prince, you are finally back."

Menas, the bachelor of the dragon's lair, walked over with joy in his eyes and thin but fair cheeks.

Shiliu smiled, her fluffy curly hair trembling as she walked side by side.

Rega raised the corner of his mouth and said "Thank you" to Menas, and his eyes fell on Shiliu.

This water dancer from Braavos was currently wearing a loose black robe, with a thin sword slung around his waist.

"Ready?" Rhaegar tilted his head.

Before returning to King's Landing, he wrote two letters and sent them back to King's Landing, explaining some things.

Xi Liu raised his hand to salute and smiled confidently: "The ship is moored at the pier and can set off at any time."

"Very good." Rhaegar nodded and reminded: "You can stay at the Temple of R'hllor and get as much information as possible."

"As you wish."

Xi Liu put on his hood and walked to the darkness of the dragon's lair to hide.

Rhaegar shook his head, chatted with Menas, and took the car back to the Red Keep.

Shiliu was the shadow he intended to remain in Volantis.

Even if they cannot control this city-state, they must circulate sufficient information to prepare for the future.

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Red Fort gate.

"Welcome Rhaegar of House Targaryen...heir to the Iron Throne..."

Under the loud announcement of the Kingsguard, the carriage slowly entered the vestibule of the Red Keep.

Lifting the car curtain, Rhaegar stepped out.

"Rhaegar!"

The sound of longing sounded, and Rhaenyra, who was guarding the door, was so surprised that she ran over to her.

Rega turned around when he heard this, and his eyes lit up.

Today, Rhaenyra is radiant, with long silver hair braided behind her head, and her temperament is gentle yet majestic.

Her beautiful purple eyes sparkled, her fair face was full of smiles, and her red lips were so pretty.

As she ran, her purple velvet dress swayed gently, and her small moccasin boots were worn with black stockings, covering her slender calves.

As soon as Rhaegar got out of the car, Rhaenyra threw herself into her arms, looked up and down worriedly, and asked with concern: "You are finally back, are you injured?"

"I'm fine, but I miss you."

Looking at Rhaenyra who was missing her so much, Rhaegar smiled unconsciously, put his big hands around her soft waist, lowered his head and buried his cheek in the crook of her neck.

It wasn't just Rhaenyra who was missing him, they were missing each other.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips, tilted her head and bumped the opponent's head, pretending to be aggrieved and said: "No wonder you didn't take me to Volantis, but went to the Sea of Smoke to adventure alone."

As he spoke, he held up Rhaegar's cheek and placed his hands in front of him.

After a lapse of recent months, Lei Jia, who is still in the development stage, has undergone some changes.

The pale face is very handsome, and there is an extra bit of resoluteness in the youthful youth.

Her long silver-gold hair hung down her back, her purple pupils had a lingering knot that couldn't be resolved, and she always had a smile on her lips.

Feeling the warmth coming from his cheeks, Rhaegar apologized: "I'll take you with me wherever I go next time."

"Don't even think about it, I don't dare to go to Yanhai."

Rhaenyra raised her head, stretched out her hand to pinch the other person's face, and couldn't help but care: "It seems to be a little taller."

He stood on tiptoes and gestured, barely reaching the corner of the other person's eyes.

Rhaenyra's height was set, taller than the average woman, just 162 centimeters.

Rhaegar has a tall and straight figure, with a tiger-like back and a wasp-like waist. His head is also slightly higher than that of his opponent, about 180 centimeters taller.

Thanks to the Arryn bloodline in the Vale, there are always good warriors.

Rhaegar shook his head, broke away from his little hands and kneaded them, resting his chin on the other person's shoulders.

"Hmph, I'll teach you a lesson later."

Rhaenyra snorted, took the initiative to hug Rhaegar, and groped her body with her hands, checking for any wounds.

After a while, Rhaenyra's left hand fell on the right side of Rhaegar's waist, and she touched it strangely.

Lei Jia's body stiffened and he grabbed the troublesome little hand.

"Rhaegar, where is your sword?"

Rhaenyra had no other thoughts. She reached out and pushed the person in her arms away, her eyes becoming serious.

She touched it for a long time, and the dragon-horn sword hilt that usually separated her hand disappeared.

You know, since the dragon claw was forged, Rhaegar liked it from the bottom of his heart and wore it all year round.

Facing Rhaenyra's scrutinizing gaze, Rhaegar hesitated again and again and said honestly: "Stay in the Sea of Smoke."

"Sure enough, you are in danger and you even lost your sword!!"

Rhaenyra was astonished, her eyes worried, her voice angry.

She knew that everything would not be safe during Lei Jiayanhai's trip.

Anger rose in her heart, Rhaenyra gritted her teeth, raised her hand and slapped the opponent's chest hard several times.

"It's not lost, you listen to me first."

Rhaegar grabbed the venting little hand and tried to organize his words: "The dragon's claw is temporarily out of hand and placed in the hands of a... new friend."

"Where did you get your new friend?" Rhaenyra's eyes widened, not believing a word of it.

Rhaegar hesitated and affirmed: "A wild dragon."

In Rhaenyra's annoyed look as if she had been deceived, he quickly explained.

The dragon's claw was blown away during the battle with the sea monster and disappeared.

He originally thought it was wandering near the ruins of the stone bridge, and thought about hiring someone to salvage it in the future.

Unexpectedly, the mysterious scroll in the space bracelet bloomed, depicting the specific location of the dragon's claw.

It was within a dozen miles of the sailboat and was moving at a high speed.

Rhaegar looked at the haze with extremely low vision, and there was only one reason.

The wild dragon in the mist picked up the dragon claw, was attracted to the sailboat, and moved around the sailboat.

This phenomenon lasted until the sailboat left the sea of smoke.

It's probably because the wild dragon has never been out of the Sea of Smoke and doesn't dare to stray too far.

After talking about the cause and effect, Rhaegar said helplessly: "Dragon likes shiny things, and the dragon claw is probably regarded as a collection by it."

If you want to send someone to salvage it, you can search everywhere.

Rhaenyra listened completely, opened her mouth in astonishment, and said in surprise: "There are actually wild dragons in the sea of smoke?"

She loved dragons as much as Rhaegar, and wild dragons were no small matter.

"That's right." Rega nodded, then smiled and said, "Fortunately, I found a substitute and gained a lot."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Go back to the castle first and have a good rest."

I don’t know how many days I haven’t washed it, and my body exudes a faint smell, and my long, silky hair is frizzy.

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The queen's chamber.

Allison looked ugly and walked back and forth around the round table.

On the round stool beside the table, Aegon sat dejectedly with his head lowered.

What's weird is that he has messy silver hair and is shirtless, wearing only a pair of white pajamas.

On the carpet not far away, Emond stood watching with a helpless expression.

"Green spool, black spool..."

Helena was sitting on her knees, her light purple pupils blank, and she was fiddling with two spools of thread mixed together in her hands.

In the entire palace, except for the sound of Aegon scratching his head irritably, there was only her subtle murmur.

Allison turned around twice, pointed back at his eldest son Aegon, and gritted his teeth and said: "Qiao Minna is my personal maid, how dare you molest her!"

"I didn't, I was just teasing her." Aegon curled his lips and refused to admit it.

Snapped--

Allison went up and slapped him in the face, saying bitterly: "The evidence is solid and you are still making excuses."

Aegon was stunned for a moment when he was slapped. He covered the side of his face and became angry and shouted: "She was the one who was shaking her butt in front of me, so I slapped her."

Snapped--

Allison slapped him again with his backhand and said, "Can you grow up a little and think about drinking and hooking up with prostitutes all day long? What else can you do?"

"What do you think I can do?"

Aegon was indignant: "The prince is Rhaegar, what's wrong with me being a hedonistic prince?"

Allison's chest heaved violently, and he said with hatred: "Even if you are not fighting for the throne, you should protect your family and prevent them from being harmed."

Aegon had a gloomy face, raised his hand and pointed at Helena who was muttering, and said unconvinced: "What you call protection is that I will marry her, right?"

After the royal meeting, his father Viserys and his mother Allison came to talk to him respectively.

One asked if he was interested in marrying into the Baratheon family.

One asked him to marry Helena and unite with the Hightower family to gain a voice in the court.

But no one asked if these two things were what he wanted?

Seeing Aegon's bad attitude towards Helena, Allison was filled with disappointment and gritted his teeth and said: "You should protect her, just like Rhaenyra and Rhaegar."

"She's just a stupid little girl." Aegon dismissed it.

"Then you just want to marry Lord Bolos's daughter?"

Allison's eyes were red, and he sat on the round stool helplessly holding his forehead.

Seeing his mother sad, Aegon blamed himself in his heart, but his face became even more irritable, shouting: "Who said you want to marry those ugly people?"

Bolos has a rough face and is a completely wild man.

His daughters have perfectly inherited his genes, and none of them have anything to do with beauties and ladies.

Even Aegon, who had no taste for food, was disgusted.

Allison sighed deeply, feeling tired.

I wanted to say something, but the corner of my eye fell on Helena, and I suppressed it back in my stomach.

Allison was very melancholy about the marriage of two children.

Aegon didn't like Helena, even since he was a child.

Needless to say, Helena had such a quarrel with Aegon that she was still playing with her spool.

It's very difficult to get them to unite.

"Forget it, you all go out."

Allison waved his hand, exhausted.

The Council has not yet formulated a solution to the Baratheon family.