Chapter 614 It is difficult for a young dragon to fly high

At night, the moon and stars are scarce.

The Midsummer Hall was peaceful, and the palace was brightly lit.

"Mom, the eggshell is broken."

The little girl held a pile of light purple eggshells and cooed cutely.

"Hiss~~"

A newborn baby dragon with a brilliant purple body and milky white horns on its head squatted in the corner, looking around.

Helena took a sip of wine, bent down to pick up her daughter, and thought: "Your baby dragon hatched, you left the eggshell as a souvenir."

"Oh~"

The little girl was a little disappointed.

Compared with lively young dragons, they prefer round, warm dragon eggs.

The dragon egg can be hugged and slept on, and it won't bite people.

Rega sat aside and said with a smile: "If Daniela likes it, let her stick the eggshells together and put them on the bedside for safekeeping."

"good!"

The little girl's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands.

"Okay, I'll find a craftsman."

Helena had a headache, so she handed over the little guy who was jumping around in her arms, and called back: "Viserion, come for dinner."

Rega took the little guy naturally, tilted his head and let her kiss the side of his face.

Daniella was very considerate and hugged her head and gave her a big hug.

"So good, remember to take good care of the baby dragon."

Rega smiled brightly, picking up vegetables and feeding them with her own hands like a slave girl.

Daniella opened her small mouth and chewed slowly.

The little one didn't get more nutrients in his belly than his older brother. After he was born, his complexion was pale and he always suffered from a lack of appetite.

On the other side, Helena yelled to no avail, lifted up her skirt and walked off the table.

Rhaegar caught his attention and followed him with his eyes.

"Hiss~~"

In the corner, the baby dragon raised its small head and lay in a soft nest made of stacked pillows.

Beside it, a boy with silver hair and purple eyes sat squatting, holding a book in his hand.

"It's time to eat."

Helena was helpless and took out the somewhat damaged books she was looking through.

On the surface of the book cover, there are exquisite paintings of thousands of ships traveling across the distance.

"I know, Mom."

The boy Nono opened his mouth, revealing a fair and lovely face.

"You haven't said hello to your father yet."

Helena rubbed her son's head and stretched out her hand to pull him up from the ground.

She was lucky enough to give birth to a son and a daughter.

A daughter was born later, named after her father Viserys.

In memory of his ex-wife Emma Ayling's mother, one of his many cousins.

Her son was born five minutes earlier and was named by herself.

In order to celebrate the recovery of his old father, he also reunited with his mother Allison.

"Viserion, come to me."

Rhaegar waved and motioned for the little guy to sit next to him.

Speaking of which, heirs were an achievement that he was proud of.

Jane gave birth to the eldest daughter and the second daughter, and Helena gave birth to a pair of fourth children.

After her third daughter, Visenya, Rhaenyra gave birth to her youngest son, Egg, who was just one year old.

There were nine children in total, five sons and four daughters, all of pure Targaryen blood.

Putting aside the children who died in infancy, just talk about the survival rate.

His descendants have surpassed his great-grandfather, King Renrui, which has truly pushed the family's power to another level.

"Take it step by step, don't be afraid."

Helena blinked and led her son to the dining table.

Viserion lowered his head, his movements were slightly stiff, and he timidly glanced at his father who was close at hand from time to time.

"Come on, I brought you a gift."

Rega smiled and took out the dolls, gems and other fashionable toys that he had prepared in advance.

The territorial expansion of family rule required increasing levels of control.

Not to mention that Jenny is sitting in the valley.

After Lannar's death, Rhaenyra lost an arm and often traveled between King's Landing and Lys.

In view of Dorne's dishonesty, Helena temporarily stayed in the fiefdom of Summer Hall and joined forces with the Tyrell and Baratheon families to guard the border.

A son and a daughter have not seen each other for a while, and they are both a bit unfamiliar with their father.

"Dad, eat vegetables."

Daniella arched her little head, grabbed a vegetable leaf and stuffed it into Rega's mouth.

Rhaegar opened his mouth to accept the slightly hasty love.

Across the dining table, Viserion's eyes were filled with envy, and he quickened his pace like a snail.

It was Helena who led him, and he sat beside his father in flattery.

"Pick out the gifts and see which one you like."

Rhaegar leveled a bowl of water and rubbed his son's short silver hair.

The little guy is a bit introverted and has not talked much since he was a child. He always holds a picture book and biographies and reads them over and over again.

However, Rhaegar has a filter for his cubs, thinking that this is a sign of inner show.

"I want this."

Daniella was slimy, sitting in her father's arms and fishing for the dining table, holding a dragon-shaped doll and a blue gem in her little hands.

She remembered that her uncle had a blue gem and hid it in his eye socket not to play with.

Cheapskate!

Rega looked at the fourth son and encouraged: "Choose one, or you can get a few more."

I haven't seen him for two or three months, so I have to offer some benefits to win people's hearts.

"I……"

Viserion hesitated and hesitated to take action among the pile of gifts.

Rega was surprised: "Don't like it?"

Visenya liked it very much and stuffed a gem into her brother Egg's pants, hoping to hide it as a small treasury.

"like!"

Daniela answered first, hugged the doll and the gem in her arms, and continued to fish for a small, round wooden sword.

"Wait a minute and let my brother choose the same thing."

Rega hugged his little kitten-like daughter and looked sideways at the fourth son: "Choose one, don't be so shy."

Viserion looked at his father timidly, then stretched out his hand and stopped in the air.

"You can choose the one you like."

Rega's eyes were bright and he was very tolerant in giving guidance.

Introversion is not a problem, he was quite withdrawn as a child.

Because of this, he prefers the equally withdrawn Mekar, and treats Viserion differently.

Introverts often have their own plans in mind and are suitable for controlling situations.

"I-I'll choose this."

Viserion glanced at the small wooden sword, and then chose an obsidian dagger.

Lei Jia noticed the eyes of the fourth son and said specifically: "That is a souvenir given to me by Long Wei, and it is not among the gifts."

He placed his palm in front of the little guy, signaling him to hand over the obsidian dagger.

Viserion was stunned when he heard this, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes.

Rhaegar said nothing, waiting to see how the four sons would respond.

In his opinion, there are only two choices.

"Then, give it back to you."

Viserion silently handed over the obsidian dagger and reached out to touch another black crystal stone.

Suddenly, veins twitched in Lei Jia's forehead.

He originally thought that the little guy might return the obsidian dagger and choose a new wooden sword that he really liked.

Who would have thought that he would turn around and pick up a crystal stone.

Lei Jia suppressed the unpleasant thoughts and looked at the small backpack carried by the fourth child.

It was a gadget that Helena sewed for her two children to carry dragon eggs with them.

At this time, the small backpack was dry and there was no black dragon egg.

Rhaegar frowned and asked, "Where is your dragon egg?"

The fourth son's dragon egg was placed in the cradle by his own hands. It was the dream fire egg that he failed to hatch when he was young.

He believed that he had no fate with the black dragon egg.

But Helena tamed the Dream Fire, and it should be natural for the Dream Fire egg to be given to the master's son.

Viserion lowered his head and whispered: "I put the books in the backpack, and the dragon eggs are in the room."

Hearing this, Rega took a deep breath, stood up and said, "I'm full, let's put Daniela to sleep first."

After saying that, he hugged his daughter with a swollen belly and left the table.

He really couldn't say much to this son.

With his reputation as "Rhaegar the Cruel," how could his son's character be like this?

I don’t even dare to fight for the things I like.

Even the dragon eggs, which are sought after as treasures by the world, are not as good as some picture novels.

As soon as Rhaegar took his daughter away, Helena and her son were left at the dinner table.

Helena's eyes were innocent, she grabbed her loose bun and comforted her son: "Don't worry, he is just angry."

"sorry."

Viserion narrowed his mouth and lowered his head guiltily.

My father finally came here and was annoyed by himself.

"It doesn't matter, it'll be nice if you know why he's angry."

Helena swallowed a mouthful of barbecue, stood up and walked around: "You eat first, until you are full, and then go back to your room to rest."

With that said, he ordered the dragon dragon man to take care of the young dragon in the corner and follow his brother upstairs.

Viserion watched the whole process, huddled in a reserved manner.

After the young dragon was taken away, he was the only one left in the empty hall.

Viserion buried his head low, his eyes falling on the book covers on the dining table.

It tells the legendary story of Nymeria, the warrior queen of the Rhoynar people, who traveled across thousands of ships.

Boom!

When the hands of the wall clock hit the bat, a bat-shaped pendant came out of the box.

Viserion was in a daze for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hands.

"I choose this."

With one hand, he held the obsidian dagger that Rhaegar had casually put down, and with the other hand, he picked up the small, round wooden sword.

Viserion's eyes were lonely, and he pressed the two things on the page.

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Attic, princess bedroom.

"This child is weak and has no strength. He is embarrassed and useless."

Rega leaned against the window and looked at the night scene, speaking calmly.

Among the many descendants, there is no such cowardly child.

The youngest son Egg, whose baby teeth have not even grown yet, is bullied by his sister Visenya and bites people when he gets angry.

Viserion's performance tonight really disappointed him.

"Maybe he just wanted to give his favorite gift to his sister."

Helena, sitting on the edge of the bed, gently patting her sleeping daughter, had a very different perspective.

Rhaegar was not in the mood to argue, and said regretfully: "If you don't even dare to express your love for the thing you like, how can you accomplish anything big?"

The fourth son will inherit the Summer Hall in the future and shoulder the heavy responsibility of supervising Dorne and radiating the Reach and Stormlands.

With such a cowardly look, how could he safely hand over the fiefdom to him.

Helena tilted her head and said profoundly: "Aren't those who dare to sacrifice greater?"

"Um?"

Rega was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly: "That makes sense, I hope I am wrong."

Three years old is no longer young, and his personality is basically set.

If it doesn't work, take Viserion to King's Landing to have more contact with Bellondo, and use his elder brother's courage to sharpen his skills.

In the final analysis, his father was a bit neglectful of his son.

Thinking of this, Rega was relieved.

Helena blinked and suddenly mentioned: "Emond hasn't been back for a long time."

She thought her son was more than that, there was a throne belonging to him in that dream.

But my brother didn’t want to talk anymore, so he should change the topic to something more attention-grabbing.

Rhaegar sat back on the bed and said cautiously: "Qohor is at war all the year round, and Aemond has to guard the territory."

"His fiefdom is in Stonehelm City."

Helena said calmly.

Rega sneered: "Tell him to see if that kid is willing to give up Qohor."

Qohor is a hot potato.

Spanning the vast Kohor Forest, it is located in the fertile land of the eastern continent of Essos. You can accumulate wealth through forestry, animal husbandry, fishing and farming.

Moreover, there is an extinct volcano outside the city, which is suitable for dragons to live.

After Aemond occupied Qohor, he was jointly attacked by the four remaining Free Trade Cities including Braavos, Pentos, Norvos and Lorath.

There are only four of the famous nine Free Trade Cities left, so how can the Targaryen family dare to safely occupy Qohor.

This is also the cause and core issue of the war.

For this crucial war that determined whether the Targaryen family could take root in the interior of Essos, even King Daemon rode Corakxiu into the battle.

Rhaenyra went to Lys to raise food and fodder to support the battlefield of Qohor.

In this way, the four Free Trade Cities were determined to hold on and did not dare to let go.

I am afraid that I will be annexed by Targaryen sooner or later.