Chapter 431 The earthquake in the river bend

Time flies, especially in the River Bend, where people are content to enjoy themselves.

In a blink of an eye, several days passed.

On this day, Rhaegar got up early as usual and went downstairs with a pair of slightly drunken dark circles under his eyes.

Margaery had been waiting for a long time, covering her mouth with exaggerated expression, and said in surprise: "Prince, you still don't have a good dream."

Rhaegar glanced at her and said, "What a fuss."

He casually held up her long silver hair and walked straight to the dining table.

Margaery was speechless for a moment, and swallowed the comforting words she had prepared.

The host and the guest remained silent and sat down to eat.

Rhaegar didn't say a word, and took a big bite of the monotonous bread + sausage.

Margaery watched silently, and the milk she sipped was no longer fragrant.

The prince was as handsome and passionate as in the picture book story, but unfortunately he had a mouth that didn't forgive people.

People are sometimes very strange.

Always add some unreal things in your mind.

After a long time of contact, there will be a kind of disillusioned sadness.

Feeling the female gaze, Rhaegar couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Daily observation, he had two words to describe Margaery.

Chatterbox + Drama Queen

Ignore her, she can chatter for an hour and find the topic you want to talk about accurately.

If you don't want to be annoyed, the best way is to force your words back into her warm throat like a mop as soon as the other party shows signs of illness.

Hard stab!

"I'm done."

After drinking the warm milk, Rhaegar gently rubbed his dark circles and asked, "Is the Duke not back yet?"

"I wrote yesterday that my father has set off and I believe he will return to Highgarden soon."

Margaery was in high spirits, managed her expression well, and responded patiently.

"That's good, the front line can't wait too long."

"Don't worry, Tyrell is your most loyal ally."

Margaery smiled and talked about her father's loyalty, reliability and hard work.

In order to ensure the position of the crown prince, he once rubbed sparks with Hightower.

And the determination to call on the whole realm to support this war.

"Old Tyrell is a good man."

Rhaegar nodded, his eyes staggered to a vase of red roses decorating the dining table.

In addition to money, the last thing Highgarden lacks is roses.

In the wide courtyard, various varieties of roses are planted, and the fragrance of flowers is fragrant all year round.

The roses on the table are beautiful, three tied into a bunch, and the petals are bright red.

Rhaegar crossed his hands and stared at it in a trance.

This bunch of red roses is extremely beautiful, but it is too gorgeous, which is even worse than too much.

Just as he was looking at it seriously, a rose tilted its head, as if it was falling asleep.

Pah--

The flower neck is fragile, and the rose breaks without warning, gently hitting the white marble table.

During the collision, a few petals fell, as if bright red dye was smeared on white paper.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment and looked away.

Margaery saw this scene and said, "The squire didn't choose well, why did he pick a rose that looked like a candle in the wind."

"Is it the squire's fault, or the rose's fault?"

Rhaegar was lost in thought, muttering to himself.

Strangely enough, I haven't had a dream for a long time since the war broke out.

Ever since I moved into Highgarden, where everything is almost perfect, my tense nerves have been relaxed, and nightmares have come one after another.

Last night, I dreamed of war and fire burning through the flower gardens. The wailing accompanied by the falling petals formed a contrast between killing and beauty.

Ta-da...

There was a light footstep on the stairs, and Helena, in a little white dress, stood at the foot of the stairs holding the handrail.

Rhaegar looked over when he heard the sound.

Helena looked dazed, and blurted out: "A beast out of the cage is hard to stop."

Rhaegar frowned, trying to understand this abrupt motto.

Margaery wiped the milk stains from the corners of her lips, and stepped forward to ask: "Helena, what do you mean?"

She was very smart and heard the hidden meaning.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

As soon as the words came out, three bells rang outside the castle, heavy and depressing.

Rhaegar and Margaery changed color instantly, and turned their heads to look outside together.

According to the tradition of Highgarden, one bell represents peace, two bells warn of warning, and three bells symbolize mourning.

Bang——

A muffled sound came from the open carved door, and a knight in silver armor stained with blood fell to the ground with a sad face:

"My Lord Duke, he is dead!"

"What!!"

Rhaegar was shocked.

Margaery was more direct, her eyes rolled back, and her body fell backwards.

Helena was right beside her, watching expressionlessly.

Bang!

Margaery's head hit the ground, and the crisp sound of porcelain woke up the Highgarden rose again.

Took a breath of cold air, and his head was buzzing.

Rhaegar chose to ignore it and walked out of the door with the knight.

Old Tyrell was his supporter, balancing the richest River Reach in the Seven Kingdoms.

Now he died inexplicably, which was basically a loud slap in his face.

...

Soon, they arrived at the Seven Sacred Temple behind the castle.

Rhaegar strode in, with Margaery and Helena hanging behind.

In the center of the temple, several silent sisters wearing veils were cleaning the body of a fat old man.

Lady Elisa was not far away, staring with tears in her eyes.

She married a fifty-year-old man at a young age, and became a widow after enjoying the happiness for two days. It was really unexpected.

Rhaegar approached a certain distance and looked at the motionless body.

He had a kind face and gray hair and beard. He was an old man who took good care of himself.

At this moment, a bloody hole as big as a bottle cork was broken in the old man's chest, and the coagulated blood stains had been wiped clean.

"Arrow wound?"

Rhaegar was silent.

There were no other wounds on his body. He was shot through the heart and lungs by an arrow, and his death was painless.

"Father!!"

Ma Lishan suddenly screamed and rushed towards the body with tears streaming down her face.

Pu Tong knelt in front of the stone bed, crying heartbrokenly.

Rhaegar backed away slowly, staring at the knight with sharp eyes.

The knight shuddered and said hurriedly: "The Duke and Lord Mond had a big quarrel and left the old town. They were ambushed halfway and were shot from horseback with an arrow. We finally recovered the Duke's body. "

As he spoke, a look of fear appeared on his face.

There were not many people in ambush, about a hundred people, all equipped with powerful crossbows.

Old Tyrell traveled with even fewer men, thirteen knights and thirty cavalry.

Halfway through a piece of farmland, a man fell over after being tripped by a horse rope.

Immediately afterwards, a crossbow bolt was fired secretly.

Old Tyrell was not wearing armor and was assassinated as soon as he met him.

If the thirteen knights hadn't died to protect each other, the corpse would have been shot into a hedgehog.

In the end, only five knights dragged the Duke's body back, and the rest were all killed.

Rega's eyes were slightly closed. The more he listened, the more he couldn't hold back his anger. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who ambushed him? Is there any sign?"

"They seem to be mercenaries from outside the narrow sea."

The knight has never been on the battlefield and has limited experience.

After being stunned for a moment, the knight suddenly came to his senses and took out a foot-long steel-tipped crossbow bolt.

Rhaegar took it and looked at it, and sneered: "Good fellow, this is a three-arrow repeating crossbow made in Myr."

Needless to say, the people who ambush must be mercenaries from outside the narrow sea.

Click——

With a strong hand, the crossbow arrow broke.

Rhaegar suppressed his anger and squeezed out the words through his teeth: "Assassinating the Duke of the First Realm, how brave you are!"

War has rules of war.

No one would be mad enough to assassinate someone before winning or losing.

Especially the beheading operation against the Duke of First Realm.

This is not to weaken the enemy, but to stimulate the enemy in the most disgusting way and detonate the war to the end.

Rhaegar said nothing and stormed out of the sanctuary.

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, two more bells echoed.

The meaning is warning.

…

Highgarden, outside the city walls.

A group of cavalry rushed to the city gate with their horses flying in the dust.

The big flag carried by the team depicts a burning tower with a green background.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, an angry dragon roar resounded through the sky, like thunder exploding in the ears.

The hundred-man cavalry team all raised their heads and looked at the sky in shock.

A giant black dragon rushed down from the clouds, causing bursts of tearing wind.

boom--

The dark wings covered the clouds and the sun, and the dragon body like a mountain of coal landed outside the city wall.

The black dragon and the white wall are more vivid than the cruel reality.

"Hiss-"

The glutton's green vertical eyes were cold, and he stretched his neck to roar a warning at the cavalry.

Immediately, the war horses were frightened and fled, and a group of people fell on their backs.

"Steady, don't mess up."

Mond Hightower tightened his reins and called out to his subordinates.

The glutton acted at the same time, crawling slowly towards this side, green dragon flames flowing out of its fangs.

Rhaegar sat on the dragon's back and said in a condescending cold voice: "The prince was assassinated, what is the purpose of Count Mond's coming here rashly!"

Old Tyrell left Old Town after a quarrel with Mond, and was assassinated on the way.

The body had just been brought back to Highgarden when Mond followed close behind.

Isn't it very suspicious?

Facing the terrifying black dragon, Mondele horse retreated, his voice trembling: "Prince, the cavalry of Highgarden is asking me for help."

Rega's eyes narrowed and he searched among the cavalry.

A cavalryman with intact robes stood up, with the family emblem of a golden rose engraved on the round shield on his back.

"Escape from battle?"

Rhaegar saw through it at a glance.

The cavalryman shook his head repeatedly and said in panic: "The Lord Knight asked me to ask for help. I first went to Hive City and then rushed to Old Town."

Rhaegar looked again and saw that there were more than a dozen cavalry in the team with three hive clan emblems engraved on their shields.

Not sure if it's true or not, hard to tell.

Rhaegar stared at Mond again and asked: "Have you caught the murderer?"

Mond hurriedly said: "It was already too late when I arrived, leaving only the bodies of a few Tyroshi mercenaries."

Tyrosh is rich in mercenaries, and they are easily recognizable by their colorful hair.

Upon hearing this, Rega clenched her fists secretly and forced herself to calm down.

"Dorne! Damn war!"

At the time of Dorne's rebellion, the Duke of Highgarden, who had been hated for generations, was assassinated, which undoubtedly stirred the nerves of the entire Reach and even Westeros.

Taking a deep breath, Rhaegar shouted: "Gather the Allied Forces of the Reach to conquer Dorne today!"

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared, feeling the anger of the driver, he flapped his wings and soared into the sky.

Rhaegar's heart was cold, but his mind remained calm.

Not long after the assassination, he was going to intercept the group of mercenaries.

By the way, find out how the mercenaries sneaked into the interior of the Reach.

And how to know the whereabouts of old Tyrell.

…

That night.

The ravens of Highgarden flew out in large numbers, turning the entire Reach upside down.

Nobles, big and small, all took their family soldiers with them and rushed to the High Court at starry night.

A cohesion of beliefs.

revenge!

Revenge against the invading Dorne!