Chapter 497: The rise of the new generation

Chapter 497 The Rise of the New Generation

127 AC.

Early spring, early morning.

In the majestic Red Castle, it was quite noisy with people coming and going.

“Brother, follow me quickly!”

In the vestibule, a little boy with silver hair and purple eyes hid behind a wooden post and waved in the direction of the stable.

“Hush, be quiet.”

From behind the water tank in the stable, another boy's head poked out, giving a serious warning.

As he spoke, the boy paid attention to the dense crowd around him and quickly ran to his younger brother.

As soon as he got close, his pink fist struck directly and hit his good brother in the stomach.

“Ouch~!”

The little boy screamed and his eyes burst into tears.

The elder brother stared, looking like a little adult, and said sternly: "Aemon, we are going to the dragon's lair to get a dragon egg for our brother. You are not allowed to act recklessly."

“I didn’t, and you hit me again.”

Little Eamonn wiped away his tears and retorted angrily.

Not to mention, even after being beaten, he still didn’t cry or make trouble.

Tougher than ordinary children.

Berron didn't bother to pay attention to him, and passed through the crowded adults to find a qualified path.

He knows very well what his younger brother is like.

　　With the same virtue as his dragon, he is a liar.

Seeing that his good brother ignored him, Aemon puffed out his cheeks and walked directly through the crowd.

“Aemon, don’t let anyone see you.”

Berlon rushed to pull him.

Aemon waved his hand and said angrily: "If we can get out of the Red Keep, dad must have approved it."

Just a little trick for adults.

　　When Belron heard this, his lovely face fell, and he followed his stinky brother silently.

Eamonn is right.

Two silver-haired little boys were walking in the front yard, passing through the clothes of the adults, walking hand in hand.

Surprisingly, the appearance of the two boys is almost the same.

Same height, body shape and fair face.

To tell the difference, we can only look for clues in the expression between the eyebrows.

Brother’s eyes are clear and his every move is very organized.

The younger brother's eyes were moving around, showing a lively and agile look.

“Drink!”

“Prince, be careful.”

Passing by the martial arts arena, I heard the sound of clanking gold and iron.

Berron stopped and turned around to see many nobles gathered together to watch a martial arts show.

“Let’s go and have a look!”

Looking at his brother's expression, Aemon couldn't help but drag him into the crowd.

As soon as the nobles saw the two little guys, they humbly gave way to a path.

In the center of the crowd, two figures were dueling.

Christon Cole, wearing a white cotton armor and holding a meteor hammer.

Cole was smiling and waving the meteor hammer in his hand, and his attack was very sharp.

His opponent is a young man with silver hair and one eye wearing a black eyepatch.

The two soon started fighting.

Cole swung the meteor hammer and used the same old-fashioned technique to smash the opponent's shield, and began to reduce the opponent's mobility bit by bit.

　　唰—

The young man moved faster, resisting two bolas attacks, throwing out the broken shield, bending his knees and turning around to perform a sword dance.

In the flash of lightning, Cole was swinging the meteor hammer, but he couldn't dodge in time.

The young man's eyes were sharp, and he pointed the sword directly at Cole's neck with a fierce move.

Cole made a slight movement, and a trace of blood immediately oozed out.

“Oh, third uncle won.”

Aemon clapped his little hands and cheered.

Berron dragged his younger brother out, pursed his lips and chuckled: "Okay, let's go to the dragon's lair."

The younger of the two children, the younger one, slipped out of the crowd in the blink of an eye.

In the center of the crowd, Cole looked helpless, discarding the meteor hammer in his hand and gasping: "Beautiful, prince. You will win the tourney soon."

Emond's eyes were cold, he quickly retracted the sword and said calmly: "I don't care about any tournament."

Turning his head, he caught a glimpse of the backs of the two little guys, half-smiling but not smiling: "My good nephew sneaked out again."

Colle was even more helpless and couldn't talk to him at all.

Six years have passed and the prince has grown rapidly.

He began to be unable to catch up in terms of martial arts and thinking.

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Aemond dropped his one-handed sword and turned towards Maegor's Tower: "I went to see my brother. I heard that Rhaenyra gave birth again."

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the other side.

The two little ones managed to sneak out of the gate of the Red Keep and boarded a wheel driven by the Kingsguard.

Sir Stephen was wearing a black robe and patiently warned: "The speed of the car will be very fast. Your two highnesses, please sit still."

“Take it easy, sergeant.”

Berlon Guarantee.

“Full speed ahead, my whip is thirsty.”

This is Aemon.

Stephen sighed with regret, assigned this task to Naihe, and drove the horses honestly.

In the Wheel Palace, the two little ones looked at each other.

Berron stared at his brother who was digging around in his crotch with his eyes wide open. He couldn't help but asked, "How did you steal this thing?"

Eamonn raised his little face, looking like he was waiting for praise.

In his fleshy little hand, he held a long black whip.

The handle is made of Valyrian steel and engraved with strange inscriptions. It is a dragon-taming whip used to herd dragons.

Berron quickly grabbed the whip with his small hands and asked, "You actually stole the dragon training whip behind my father's back?"

This is a rare treasure in the world. How did my brother do it?

Eamonn put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "My mother was giving birth and my father had no time to talk to us, so I stole it out."

“Tis bad!”

Berron was so excited that he put the dragon training whip into his arms.

Direct confiscation.

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Princess's bedroom.

Familiar layout, old coitus murals.

Several experienced maids gathered around a midwifery chair.

Rhaenyra was lying in the arms of a fat maid, dripping with sweat, gritting her teeth and gathering strength.

In front of her, the maids were holding basins and wringing out towels.

The scene moves to the corridor outside the bedroom.

Rhaegar lowered his head and leaned against the wall, like a child who had made a mistake.

After 6 years, the boy transformed into a young man.

Rhaegar's face became more and more handsome, his figure was tall and stylish, and he always exuded the aura of a noble superior.

Silver hair hangs naturally down her shoulders, and her clear purple eyes reveal a touch of sadness.

Servants passing by, regardless of gender, would secretly take a peek at His Majesty.

“Ahem.”

Several coughs came from beside him, interrupting his thoughts.

Rhaegar turned his head and said in confusion: "Father, what's wrong?" Closer to the door, Viserys was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket covering his legs.

After abdicating the throne and making way for the next generation, his mentality gradually relaxed.

Time has been merciful to the late king.

Viserys has a stout figure and his thick hair is a little sparse at the roots. He comforts her with words: "Don't be impatient. Rhaenyra will be fine. This is not the first time she has given birth."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and saw a little guy across from the eldest son.

Rhaegar forced a smile and looked along.

A baby boy wearing small clothes sat on the ground, staring blankly at the cracks in the bricks.

The baby boy looks about 2 or 3 years old.

Short platinum blond hair, blue eyes, and a fair and chubby face.

At this time, the little guy was sitting on the ground, spreading his short legs and holding a dark red dragon egg in his arms.

Rhaegar shook his head and sighed, squatting down on his gentle young son's head, and asked softly: "Mekar, why don't you play with your brothers?"

The little guy is three years old this year and was born in the summer of 124 AC.

He was his and Rhaenyra's third child and third son.

The little guy has different appearance characteristics from his parents and two older brothers, and his hair color and eye color are slightly different.

Mekar lowered his head, as small as a rubber ball. His delicate face was stained with sadness, and his chin rested on the dragon's egg.

Hearing his father's question, the little guy turned his head and said honestly: "They think I'm stupid and don't let me play with them."

Rhaegar was speechless. He silently comforted his young son and gave an explanation: "They have a mission, but you are still too young."

"oh."

Meka turned his head and continued to stare at the cracks in the bricks.

Rhaegar stood up helplessly and gave his father a regretful look.

The younger son is good in everything, but his temperament is a bit withdrawn.

Obviously he wants to blend in with his two older brothers, but he always timidly chooses to wait and see.

Viserys laughed and said: "Another little one will be born in the house soon, and little Maekar will have a companion."

As he was talking, a scream came from the bedroom.

"ah!"

Grandpa and grandson all shuddered when they heard the sound.

Rhaegar lowered his head again and silently prayed for everything to be safe.

Meka closed her eyes, held the dragon egg in her arms, and murmured: "Have a little sister, a little sister."

Rhaegar kicked his little **** lightly and stared.

The little heartless boy made a wish outside the delivery room.

"ah!"

Suddenly, another scream sounded, louder than the previous one.

Immediately afterwards, a childish cry came out.

“Wow wow wow…”

There was an uproar in the bedroom, and the honest voice of the fat maid appeared through the door.

“Great, she is a healthy girl.”

Outside the door, the grandfather and grandson heaved a heavy sigh of relief, and the big stone in their hearts fell to the ground.

Sweat broke out on Rhaegar's forehead, and the smile reappeared on his face.

Meka: "It's my sister, it's my sister."

boom-

He received another hard kick.

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The Board of Directors Hall.

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The door opens from the outside, revealing the scene inside.

Spacious room, floor-to-ceiling windows with wide views.

A desk is placed in front of the window, and the sunlight hits the documents on it.

“Hulu~~”

Two young men are sitting behind a desk.

A beautiful girl with silver-gold curly hair **** and wearing a beige skirt.

The girl has a pretty face, her eyes are slightly closed, her face is slightly red from the sun, and her head is leaning on the back of the chair.

Little by little, I feel like dozing off at any time.

A lazy young man with messy silver hair, lying on the table with his arms stretched forward, sleeping soundly.

The brother and sister each piled up a document in front of them, lifting the pages with the breeze outside the window.

Creak! Squeak!

Aemond stood at the door, staring at this scene with gritted teeth and clenched fists.

Recited several words silently without getting angry, and walked towards the two of them with heavy steps.

There are three chairs behind the table.

The brother and sister each have one, and there is still one person in charge.

Eamond was not polite and sat down.

First, he moved the documents in front of his sister Helena and started reviewing them seriously.

Since Rhaegar ascended the throne, he took back most of the power from the Royal Council.

The advantage is that it is more convenient to do things.

The disadvantage is that everything is micromanaged.

For this reason, I adhere to the viewpoint of "If I don't have a good life, no one should have a good life".

After Rhaegar took office for a year, he dragged his three younger brothers and sisters to the council hall to review the memorials for him.

The kingdom belongs to the entire Targaryen, and he cannot suffer alone.

Let’s experience what it’s like to be a king together.

“嘤~”

Hearing the rush of writing, Helena opened her eyes vaguely and looked around blankly.

At this time, Finance Minister Lin Man was handling the materials, walked around the three brothers and sisters, and walked over silently.

Aemond's quill did not stop and he asked without raising his head: "Lord Linman, what's the latest news?"

Linman was a little strange and said slowly: "Prince, should you contact Tormund for information?"

He is not the intelligence chief.

Aemond's writing hand paused, his one eye was as sharp as a knife, and he said: "Tormund belongs directly to the king and cannot be overstepped."

After a pause, he returned to the question: "What's the news about Chaotou Island? Is Dairen okay there?"

“Of course, Prince Daeron is the cupbearer of the Sea Serpent and will accompany him on every voyage.”

Lin Man was very satisfied with his words and said: "As for Chaotou Island, I heard that there was some trouble, it seems to be for inheritance rights."

“Really? I think it’s more than that.”

With a cold face, Aemond took out a copy of the document and deliberately slapped it next to Aegon's ear.

boom-

Aegon was awakened instantly. He stood up in a panic and drooled at the corner of his mouth: "What's wrong? Is Rhaegar here?"

Frightened the child.

Eamond glanced at him with disdain, moved the document to Linman's eyes, and exposed the writing side.

Linman bent down to look, his eyes narrowed in vain.

Document comes from House Velaryon of Tideshead.

The sender of the letter was not the sea serpent Corliss, but one of his nephews.

Furthermore, there are a total of five handprints on it, each representing a Velaryon.

The content is as follows:

“The Velaryon family has a direct male bloodline, and a female heir goes against tradition. I hope Rhaegar I of Targaryen will make the decision.”