Chapter 330 The young dragon Ming Ming is born with deficiencies

Chapter 330 Young Dragon Dawn—Congenital Deficiencies

Rhaegar took a quick glance and noticed this typical Northern Stark.

All the vassals came to greet them, and soon it was the turn of the members of the Stark family.

Northern knights wrapped in thick clothes guarded both sides. The black-haired middle-aged man stepped forward slowly and said in a low voice: "The North salutes you, Prince Rhaegar."

"The people of the North are welcome to participate in this tourney, Lord Bennard."

Rega nodded lightly and responded without saltiness.

Bennard Stark, the former Lord of Winterfell and the younger brother of Duke Rickon Stark, Warden of the North, is currently the regent of Winterfell.

As if he felt that the prince was treating him indifferently, Bennard upheld Stark's excellent calmness and respectfully stepped back.

After him, the Stark boy who came with him stepped forward.

He has a pair of piercing black eyes, shawl black curly hair, and wears a slightly old black suit and a ferret fur vest.

Two meters away from Rhaegar, the young man knelt down on one knee and lowered his head respectfully: "Cregen Stark sends you my respectful greetings. I hope you will not be disturbed by the cold."

Rhaegar looked down at him and said solemnly: "I accept your greetings, Duke Cregan."

Cregen Stark, only 13 years old, is the current Lord of Winterfell and the Guardian of the North.

After Cregen finished his ceremony and stood up, Rhaegar looked him up and down. Attracted by the heroic look in his eyes, he took the initiative and said, "I heard the bad news about Duke Rickon. Please forgive me for not attending the funeral in person."

The other person is handsome, with deep black eyes, and curly black hair shawl. He is much taller than his peers, and his mouth is covered with calluses.

Faced with the Crown Prince's decent words, Cregan showed no timidity and said calmly: "As long as you remember his loyalty, my father will never blame you for your absence."

The words were appropriate and decent, exactly the same as the rumored meticulous Stark family.

Rhaegar admired this young duke who was neither humble nor overbearing. He unconsciously glanced at Elmon Tully, who was surrounding old Tully, and secretly shook his head.

Both are heirs of the First Realm Guardian Family, and the difference between them is like clouds and mud.

Patting Cregen's solid shoulder, Rhaegar looked at Bennard who was standing aside and said in a calm tone: "Next time, ask the Duke of Winterfell to salute me first. I remember that the Starks are a family that follows tradition."

Bennard was startled for a moment, a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and then he realized, "Yes, Prince."

Rhaegar ignored him and signaled Cregan to step aside to meet the other vassals.

He understands Cregen's situation, his power has been evaded by the regent's uncle, and his treatment is much worse than that of Janey.

Sensing the Crown Prince's kindness, Cregen cleverly feigned ignorance and silently gave up his position.

There was an endless stream of carriages pouring into the city gate, and two teams of knights carrying crowned stags and blue seahorses respectively appeared.

"Hiss..."

A sharp dragon roar sounded in the sky again, and an ugly brown mud-colored dragon soared past and circled over Harrenhal.

"Rhaega, I'm back!"

The team stopped in the open space, and Emond, who looked happy, opened the curtain of the car and jumped out of the frame first to shout.

This boy was wearing a silk silver robe, with gold and silver ornaments hanging on his collar, chest, and belt, and his brows and eyes were full of pride.

Ignoring the four Cassandra sisters who were getting out of the car, Aemond approached in a majestic manner.

Cassandra frowned slightly and wanted to stop him, but didn't dare to speak.

The four sisters got out of the car, supported their mother, Mrs. Elena, and stood together slimly.

Under the arriving blue seahorse flag, the sea serpents Corliss and Rhaenys got out of the car hand in hand, followed by their eldest son Lanino and Celine Celtija.

For several months, Rhaenys stayed at Storm's End, single-handedly managing the marriage and engagement between Aemond and Cassandra, and successfully resolved a major event for the royal family.

Looking at the furious Aemond, Rhaegar put his arms around his neck and said jokingly: "Good boy, you are dressed up so fancy, it seems you don't care about the bag of golden dragons anymore."

"My fiancée helped me dress up." Emond shrugged, his eyes mocking.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, knowing that the target of ridicule was not him. He glanced at Lady Elena and the Four Storms walking towards them from the corner of his eye.

What's strange is that behind the five mother and daughter, they are not Royce Cullen, but two burly black-haired men.

A tall man, with a bloated figure and rough facial features and short black hair, he looked quite similar to Boros Baratheon.

However, he is older, probably about the same age as Bolos.

The other one looked to be in his twenties, tall and strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, exuding a strong aura.

Looking carefully, the arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes are also 45% similar to Boros.

At first glance, Rhaegar secretly guessed that they were Boros's illegitimate brothers or heirs living abroad.

Lady Elena stepped forward to greet him, with a magnetic voice: "Baratheon greets you, dear Prince Rhaegar."

"My condolences, madam." Rhaegar responded politely.

The Four Storms also came to pay their respects, followed by the vassals of the Baratheon family.

The wonderful thing is coming.

In the Four Storms, apart from Cassandra and Aemond, the other three sisters stood next to their mother, Lady Elena.

The two guys who were suspected of being illegitimate were not qualified to see the ceremony, so they stood alone together.

The two members of the great nobility, who wore the black and white swan badge and the purple lightning-pierced stars badge on their chests, stood beside the two illegitimate children, ignoring Lady Elena and her daughter.

Rhaegar glanced at them and saw that the two noble families were the Swin family from Stonehelm City and the Dondarrion family from Darkport City.

"Interesting, they are all famous surnames in the Storm Land." Rhaegar's expression remained unchanged, he already knew it.

The reception lasted for a long time, and then a wheel palace with three red dragon flags arrived.

King Viserys and Queen Alicent.

Viserys looked good, walked a little slowly, and greeted the ministers with a smile on his face.

Allison's face was rosy, the depression between his brows was much relieved, and he entertained the women's family members in a gentle and generous manner.

Seeing someone coming to socialize, Lei Jia's purple eyes flashed and he planned to retreat quietly.

Everything that needs to be met has been completed, and the rest can be left to my father to handle.

"Rhaegar, there are too many guests. You should call Rhaenyra to help me."

Just as he took two steps back, Allison stared at him and begged helplessly.

Rega pursed her lips, wondering: "She... I'll try it."

Seeing him looking like he had something to hide, Allison sighed secretly, waved his hand and stopped worrying.

Rhaegar breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and chatted with the ministers, and silently squeezed out of the crowd.

…

Burning King Tower.

Rhaegar broke away from the noisy crowd and returned to his residence through the gravel garden.

Dang clang...

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and two figures competed with each other in swordsmanship on the sandy open space in front of King Burning Tower.

Aegon, shirtless and half-sword in hand.

Alec Kargel wears silver armor and white robes, and has a solemn face.

"Aha!..."

Aegon gritted his teeth, slashed with sword after sword, pressing forward step by step.

Alec took it calmly and resisted more than enough.

Rhaegar didn't even look at it, but shouted as he passed by: "Step steadily, don't be like a shrimp with soft feet."

Hearing this, Aegon's face darkened, he spread his legs and bent his knees, slashing the iron sword faster and faster.

After being taught a lesson by Aemond, Aegon indulged himself for more than half a month and suddenly picked up the desire for swordsmanship.

Viserys and Allison were very happy, thinking that the boy had returned from his lost ways and was motivated.

…

Entering King Burning Tower, Rhaegar rode the manually operated noose cage all the way up.

There is no way, each of Harrenhal's five main towers is taller than the last, and it takes at least half an hour to go up and down.

The noose cage is a very good tool.

On the top floor of the tower, there is a room exclusively for the lord.

Lorent of the Kingsguard was on duty, standing in front of the door of the solid wood house.

"How is Rhaenyra?" Rhaegar asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the rest of the people in the room.

Laurent lowered his eyes and whispered: "The princess is awake, but she is still the same."

Rhaegar nodded and patted the other person's shoulder encouragingly.

Crunch——

When you push the door open, the aroma of sweet desserts hits your nostrils.

Rhaenyra was sitting on her knees on the red carpet, her silky silver hair spread freely, and she was only wearing a thin white silk nightgown.

There was a small desk in front of her, which was crowded with countless desserts, cream cakes, and lamprey pie.

When Rhaegar came in, she was holding a piece of sliced ​​pie in one hand and a bottle of summer red in the other, filling her red lips with no image.

The movement was too large, and one shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped off, exposing a hint of white.

Her legs were cushioned under her round legs, and the skirt could not cover the white and greasy skin below her thighs at all.

As soon as he saw it, Rega suddenly felt a headache and didn't know how to persuade him.

"Hiss..."

A high-pitched dragon roar came from the side.

Beside the wall at the door of the room, a pair of twin girls in white skirts squatted side by side, with a baby dragon lying in each arms.

The two little girls both have long silver-gold hair. Their looks are inherited from their mother Lan Naer's beauty, and their facial features are exquisite and cute.

Benila's skin color is darker, closer to the light black of the sea snake Corlis, and she has a pair of round violet eyes.

Renya's skin color is lighter, similar to olive color like her mother Lanna'er, with a foreign color.

Rhaegar closed the door, smiled and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Ah, very good."

The twins nodded together, their braided heads swaying.

"Hiss..."

There was a green baby dragon lying in Benila's arms, with erect pupils and hissing at the outsiders with evil eyes.

This is the young dragon Yuewu, hatched from a dragon egg a few months ago.

The newly hatched baby dragon grows very quickly and is already comparable in size to an ordinary shepherd dog. The head of the dragon with a pearl-colored horn crest is first revealed.

Like her sister, Renya also had a baby dragon lying in her arms, but the situation of the baby dragon was completely different.

Rhaegar leaned down to take a look. This young dragon had pale pink scales all over its body, had a pair of black horns, and its wing membranes were monotonous moon white.

In terms of color combination alone, it looks as beautiful as a butterfly, hence the name Dawn.

Unfortunately, this young dragon had an unfortunate fate.

Dawn hatched the night after Moon Dancer hatched, and the two hatchlings were as much like sisters as twins.

Over the course of several months, Moon Dancer's body developed rapidly and her body thrived.

Li Ming seemed to be born with deficiencies. She had been in a sickly state since hatching and grew extremely slowly, only being the size of a house cat.

Analogously to this moment, Li Ming lay weakly in Renya's arms, her small dragon head moving slightly.

Rhaegar stroked Rhaena's head and asked softly: "How is your morning?"

"Fortunately, it ate a little bit of burnt mutton today."

Renya opened her mouth, rubbing her little hand on Li Ming's back, and there was a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

My sister's baby dragon is very healthy, but her baby dragon doesn't grow up and looks like it will die at any time.

She was full of pity and worry for the baby dragon she hatched.