Chapter 345 Best friend Lanner
Godswood.
In the lush garden, various types of willows, pines and cypresses are planted, and a clear stream flows.
Rhaenyra took a leisurely stroll and stopped to admire a light purple flowerbed.
There were many aristocratic ladies and young ladies wandering around nearby, taking advantage of the pretext of admiring flowers to wear their clothes, skirts and accessories.
Upon noticing Rhaenyra's arrival, the ladies all greeted her and did not dare to get too close.
She was accompanied by her maid Sarah and two iron-like Unsullied guards.
Rhaenyra pursed her lips and smiled, then walked deeper into the forest so as not to disturb their enjoyment.
Going around to the other side of the flower garden, a dozen gardeners were pruning flowers and plants.
There was also an acquaintance among them.
The Green Man of Thousand Faces Island, Green Hand Gal.
Gal still looked like a fat old man, wearing a coarse robe and taking the lead in tending a clump of lilac trees.
The last time Rhaenyra was prevented from entering Rhaegar's warm soup, he was banned from the Isle of Faces the next day and hired as a temporary gardener at Harrenhal.
Most of the time, he still works as a witch doctor, and occasionally works in Harrenhal.
Rhaenyra watched the excitement for a while, feeling slightly sleepy, and yawned unconsciously.
"Let's go back."
She had to rest when she was sleepy. Rhaenyra couldn't bear to treat the baby in her belly harshly.
As soon as I turned around, two girls, one large and one young, were holding scissors to trim the weeds growing in the flowerbed.
She was dressed in ordinary clothes, her hair was tied up and wrapped in a silk scarf, and she looked slender from the back.
Rhaenyra glanced casually and walked past without taking it seriously.
Sniff sniff~
After passing by him a few steps away, Rhaenyra frowned in confusion, her nose trembled slightly, and she smelled a familiar fragrance.
Twisting a strand of hair, she put it under the tip of her straight nose and sniffed, then turned to stare at the two girls who were covering their heads tightly.
Skimming the hair wrapped in silk scarves, her eyes fell on the silver-gold temples on either side of her ears.
Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed and she said in a deep voice: "Sarah!"
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Night falls.
God Lei Jia returned to Burning King Tower slightly tiredly.
Rhaenyra went back to her room early to rest, and he had been busy all afternoon.
Old Tully returned early with the body of his youngest son Edmure, and he came to see it off on behalf of the royal family.
I took the time to talk to the red-robed witch and discussed R'hllor's faith in detail.
Rhaegar's assessment was not good.
The Faith of the Seven Gods is unique in Westeros. No matter what it looks like on the inside, its superficial teachings and traditions are very close to the people.
In comparison, the faith of R'hllor only occupies a small place among the complex beliefs of Essos.
To put it simply, the temple of R'hllor itself was selling slaves, raising boys and girls and teaching them as hands of the holy fire and bed slaves.
Sacrifices were often held, with animals and even slaves used as sacrifices.
If this belief does not go through a series of corrections, even if it is introduced into Westeros, it will be labeled as a cultist.
The red-robed witch is astute and realizes the conflict between the doctrine and the local customs of Westeros, so she plans to further her studies.
Rhaegar didn't care.
The faith of the Seven Gods is arbitrary and needs some impact from external faiths.
The faith of R'hllor can be the only one, or it can be one of many foreign faiths.
He will not come forward to support, it is enough to not obstruct it secretly.
Belief, something subtle.
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The door to the lord's bedroom.
Dong Dong...
Rhaegar raised his hand to knock on the door, and the door creaked open.
"Busy working?"
Rhaenyra was wearing a light nightgown and looked at him with a smile.
Seeing her seductive look, Rega grinned: "I'm exhausted, let me in quickly."
Rhaenyra is pregnant and must not be messed with.
But it’s okay to be rare.
Rhaenyra held the doorframe with one hand and whispered, "No! You have to sleep outside tonight."
"Just give me a corner of the bed." Rhaegar said miserably.
Thinking that she was angry because of Jenny and deliberately teasing herself.
"no!"
Rhaenyra shook her head and said resolutely: "Lanael will sleep with me tonight. I can't tolerate you."
She moved her feet to a different position, revealing the dark-skinned beauty on the bed.
Lanner was also wearing a light nightgown, lying lazily on her side on the couch, her round and delicate legs crossed and exposed.
"Oh, sorry!"
Rega was stunned for a moment and quickly looked away: "This is not something I can see."
"Perhaps you should sleep with Daemon, and the uncle and nephew can talk by candlelight at night." Rhaenyra said with a little pride.
Rhaegar quickly shook his head: "I just think it's not safe for you two pregnant women to sleep together. It would be better to go back to your respective partners."
"It's not safe to sleep with you!" Rhaenyra looked at her with contempt.
Rhaegar: ...
After a moment of silence, Rhaenyra leaned half against the door frame with her graceful figure, her long silver-gold hair hanging on her chest, and her pair of purple eyes looking up and down with deep meaning.
I wish I could make a hole out of the person in front of me.
Rhaegar felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't help but take a step back.
What a strange look in his eyes, as if he was seeing him clearly for the first time.
Rhaenyra suddenly said: "Rhaegar, I find that your taste has changed."
Rhaegar tilted his head in confusion, confused.
"Are you hiding something from me?"
Rhaenyra's eyes sparkled, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her head in her chest and listening to his heartbeat.
Rega's scalp went numb when he heard this, and he hesitated: "I promised Jenny something..."
"I don't care about that."
Rhaenyra stared up at him and said seriously: "My mother once said that a woman's battlefield is the birth bed. I have already stepped into the battlefield with one foot. You should know the consequences of lying about military information."
"I should chop off the head of the liar." Rhaegar replied bravely.
"Hmm, I can't bear to chop off your head."
Rhaenyra snorted, an ancient gold coin appeared in her palm, and said in memory: "Do you still remember this?"
Rhaegar recognized them at a glance as the first batch of ancient Valyrian gold coins found in the space bracelet.
When he took over as crown prince, he gave Rhaenyla three gold coins and promised to grant her three wishes.
For a moment, Rhaegar's eyes changed slightly, becoming more serious than ever before: "Rhaenyra, whatever you want to know, I will definitely tell you."
The three gold coins were so treasured by Rhaenyra that even Rhaegar could not find them where they were kept.
Rhaenyra was not willing to use one when she had sex with Jeyne.
"It seems you still mean what you say."
Rhaenyra pursed her lips, her eyes twitched, and whispered: "A little thing, it's not a big deal at first, but I still want to hear it from your own mouth."
She sounded a little guilty, as if she was sorry for the action.
Because it is indeed not a big deal, but it requires a process of persuasion.
Rhaegar was in a daze, with random thoughts in his mind.
He thought about agreeing to marry Jane Ni, Helena's abnormality, and even the fact that Sarah was still secretly loyal to him...
Recently, I haven't really done anything bad.
Seeing how he was thinking about it, Rhaenyla hugged his neck, rubbed her head against his neck and hair, and said softly: "Think carefully, otherwise Lannal will sleep with me tomorrow night."
As he spoke, he put the ancient gold coin into his hand.
Rhaegar was confused and looked at Sara standing by the bed calmly.
Rhaenyra turned aside to block his view and warned: "Think for yourself, don't pry around."
As he said that, he turned back and glared at the innocent Sara.
Sarah lowered her head, put her hands on her belly and remained silent.
Rhaegar was completely confused.
He would rather Rhaenyra say the problem directly, even if she opens her little mouth and gets angry.
Let him guess?
He promised Damon to attack the Three Women Kingdom without guessing.
Rhaenyra seemed to read his thoughts, smiled and shook her head, stood on tiptoes and kissed the side of her face.
"See you tomorrow."
Slam the door.
Rhaegar was silent, vaguely hearing the conversation between Rhaenyra and Lannar in the room.
Turn around and walk away silently.
He planned to ask Tormund to inquire about the situation first, and then find Damon to get some sleep.
Damon's wife occupied his bed.
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inside the room.
Rhaenyra and Lannar were lying on the bed, huddled together, hugging each other.
"Are you worried?"
Lanner's eyes were soft, and she held her friend in her arms and caressed her gently.
Rhaenyra shook her head: "An illegitimate daughter. I just feel sorry for Rhaegar for guarding him too strictly."
Having said that, you know whether you feel good or not.
Rhaegar betrayed her again.
Lanner had a different view: "Rhaegar looks down on vulgar fans. This is his advantage."
"It turns out that he doesn't have to be me." Rhaenyra's voice was muffled and her mood was very low.
Lanner sighed helplessly: "My father, who is so unsmiling, still has a mistress in Hull Town, or you can compare it with Damon's romantic debauchery."
She is not a fussy woman, and Damon is not a discreet man.
She admired Damon's unruly character and extraordinary experience, and Damon took a fancy to her beauty and family background.
Rhaenyra glanced up at her, put her small hands under the other person's skirt and caressed her swollen belly, and said teasingly: "If you say that, I will feel much better."
"Rhaenyra, you are so annoying!" Lannar grabbed the offending little hand and pretended to be angry.
Rhaenyla joked for a while, resting her head on her friend's soft body, feeling disappointed: "He is my brother, but I play the role of mother most of the time, and I am not willing to let go of him at all."
Lanner touched her belly and comforted her: "You are a mother now."
Rhaenyra's actions were the result of her direction.
Rhaegar was not Daemon. He had the pride and integrity of the Arryn family in his blood, and he did not like sensuality.
Things are made clear and there is room for each other.
A small misunderstanding will be over in a blink of an eye.
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Two days later.
A competition ground, a high platform.
"Hiss..."
A huge scarlet figure flashed past, its snake-like slender body was very agile, and it flapped a pair of broad wings to beat out the strong wind.
Damon was wearing jet black armor and sitting on a chair with a golden sword. He said calmly: "Brother, the pirates in the Three Women's Kingdom are getting more and more rampant. This is not a good sign."
"Three Women's Kingdom has always been like this, you are too sensitive."
Viserys frowned depressedly and refused: "If you have anything to do, we can talk about it after the tournament. Don't disturb my happy mood."
"Ha~, you always have 10,000 reasons to reject me."
Damon let out a strange cry and leaned back on the chair.
He tried to persuade him privately several times, but was shunned by various reasons, and he really didn't have the patience to talk nonsense.
Lanner helplessly patted her husband's hand, telling him to pay attention to his etiquette.
Damon curled his lips, stretched out his hand to caress his wife's belly, and stared at his nephew opposite.
In order to differentiate his appearance from that of his good uncle, Rhaegar tied his long shawl hair behind his head and changed into a set of silver-white armor with a better appearance.
The overall armor is defensive, with a diamond-shaped steel armor on the chest shining like a mirror, the shoulder armor on both sides looking like dragon heads, and a red cloak on the back.
At this time, Rhaegar looked indifferent and whispered quietly to Tormund, keeping an eye on his good uncle's every move.
The uncle and nephew looked at each other, with a hint of disgust flashing between them.
Damon's eyes were dark and a sneer appeared on his lips.
He didn't know where he offended the other party, so he was forced to stay in his room for two nights in a row.
Could it be that he wanted to use this disgusting trick to target him.
After thinking about it, Daemon glanced at Laninor behind his cousin Rhaenys, his eyes becoming more and more evil.
Lanino was watching the competition with a smile when he suddenly shivered and felt something bad.
