Chapter 647 Dragon Clan Council
Volantis.
The weather was fine and the Parliament was held above the black wall.
Rhaegar and his two sons were waiting at the council table early.
It is said to be a parliamentary table, but more like a large sand table.
The sisters Benila served as cupbearers to entertain the family members and ministers who came to attend the parliament.
The first ones to arrive were naturally Rhaenys and his wife and Lanino.
"His Majesty."
Lanino changed into a rich attire and nodded shyly in greeting.
A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle.
A new set of clothes has indeed eliminated the rustiness, but it only lacks some confidence.
"Sit down." Rhaegar smiled slightly, neither enthusiastic nor cold.
"Come on, your cousin may be a king, but he is still a blood relative."
Rhaenys held her lost and found son, her heart and eyes full of joy.
Lanino nodded and sat awkwardly on the chair.
It is still difficult to adapt to the sudden change in status.
"I'll get used to it gradually."
Lanino smiled sarcastically, holding his hands between his legs helplessly.
Rhaegar pushed a glass of golden wine to him and glanced at Sister Benila without leaving any trace.
Benilla has a complex expression and always adheres to the etiquette of a lady's education.
Renya stood aside blankly, feeling like she was forcing a smile.
Corliss's eldest son Lanino returned safely, and the inheritance rights were automatically changed.
Rhaena, who was raised as an heir, became an outsider.
The identity gap is inevitable, and embarrassment is inevitable.
Gradually, members of the Targaryen arrived one after another.
Four adult dragon masters, Aegon, Helena, Aemond, and Daeron, all from the same mother.
Uncle Wang Damon and White Maggot Xiaomei - Mesalia.
Finally, there was Rhaenyra who came from King's Landing.
"Hiss!!"
Sylax hovered in the sky, covering a large area with a huge body of more than 40 meters. In addition to the driver, there were two dragon cubs on the dragon's back.
Visenya huddled in her mother's arms, with a ferocious khaki baby dragon lying beside her legs.
Egg was being held by his sister, drooling and biting an orange dragon egg.
"Hiss!"
A young silver dragon pierced the clouds and mist, its shiny scales shining like a naturally elegant elf.
Rega took a look, and there was a warm color on his face.
Blizzard came from the Eyrie in the Vale, carrying his eldest daughter Daenerys and second daughter Lyanna.
Accompanying him was a three- to four-meter-sized bronze dragon, spreading out a pair of blood-red spider web-like dragon wings and chasing after him slowly.
With the good news of Lanino's return, a large-scale attack on the Basilisk Islands was launched.
A Great Council was specifically ordered to be held, calling all Targaryens to participate.
It has no special meaning, it is just a reunion of three generations to get familiar with each other.
"Is the road safe?"
Rhaegar stood up to meet Rhaenyra.
"Fortunately, no wild dragon attacked Sylax."
Rhaenyra sat next to her, putting her youngest son Egg into her arms.
Her face was haggard, and her smile showed deep exhaustion.
The accident of the second son brought an equally heavy blow to the siblings.
"Everything will pass. That wild dragon won't survive."
Rega's eyes were filled with distress, and he held the other person's cold bare hand.
He had the confidence to say these words.
Looking up, more than half of the family members gathered on the black wall, and a dozen giant dragons soared in the sky.
This is the prosperous age of the dragon clan that crushed the previous young king and the king of human auspiciousness.
The Targaryens have been so powerful that no enemy in the world can break through from the outside.
Rhaenyra stared at him, tilted her head and touched his shoulder: "Today is a good day, please smile more."
The eyes were soft, as if they were stepping on cotton.
Who wouldn't be sad?
We should always encourage each other and overcome difficulties together.
"Give me my balls."
Visenya jumped to her father's feet and stretched out her hand to pull her brother's feet.
"Don't call your brother by his nickname."
Rhaegar looked serious and put his fingers on his daughter's forehead.
"But he is Dandan."
Visenya put her hands on her hips, looking extremely arrogant.
Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows and slapped the back of her head with her hand, making a muffled sound.
Visenya staggered and tried her best to hold the little pearl from falling to the ground.
In the end, I got my wish.
Everyone chatted with each other and gradually entered the atmosphere.
Aegon hugged a pair of children, sat down next to Rhaegar, and whispered: "You are sad for your son, or I will foster the two children with you."
In his opinion, Rhaegar should like raising children.
"Isn't that your great deed?"
A black line appeared on Rega's forehead, and he said in disgust: "Keep it for yourself."
He has no interest in raising children for others.
"His Majesty……"
Sister Baela came to Rhaenyra's side and served her with tea and water.
Rega rubbed his chin and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
This is not over yet.
Within a moment, two royal ships flying three red dragon flags were anchored in the port of Volantis.
Tailan, who is also a teacher, held hands and led one baby after another.
Rhaegar's seventh and eighth children, Viserion and Danila, Daemon's legitimate son Gaimon and his bastard Aenar.
There is no distinction between legitimate concubines and concubines in Westeros, only legitimate children and illegitimate children.
After Lanner's death, Damon never remarried.
Therefore, Inar, born to Mesalia, is still essentially an illegitimate child, but is only recognized by his biological father and the royal family.
Several children arrived one after another, and a person with an awkward identity arrived unexpectedly.
"Shireen, come here."
Aemond's mouth curled up slightly, and he stepped forward to hold his wife's hand.
Shireen looked embarrassed, lowered her head and dared not speak.
The conversation between the two immediately attracted the attention of the people present.
Rhaegar and Rhaenyra looked at each other, and leaned back on the chairs tacitly.
It's good to watch the excitement and relax.
Aemond didn't notice it, took Shireen's hand and asked about her well-being, and personally pulled out a chair and placed it next to her.
Coincidentally, Aemond didn't sit next to Aegon or Helena, but just sat next to Lannino.
Shireen sat down, and she glimpsed her ex-husband from the corner of her eye, and she felt like sitting on pins and needles.
Lannino saw his former wife, and sweat was also embarrassed on his forehead.
Not only were they embarrassed, but Daeron and Rhaena, who were close to them, were also restless.
You know, Rhaena was the orthodox heir of Tidehead Island half a month ago.
At the moment, cousins, uncles, nieces, and ex-couples were sitting together, and the strange atmosphere was very strange.
Rhaegar couldn't help but sip the sweet wine, and he didn't even care about the pile of children crowded at his feet.
Baelon and Maekar were a little older, and they stared with wide eyes on the left and right.
Perfectly inherited the spirit of watching the fun from his father and mother.
"It's a miracle that Lanino can come back alive."
Rhaenyra swallowed a mouthful of sake and muttered quietly.
Her head with exquisite braids rested on the thick shoulders, and the hair poked Rhaegar's ears.
"Are you going to fight?"
Lyanna pulled her sister Daenerys and pulled the wings of the purple dragon "Sunny Day".
The two little girls are of similar age and complementary personalities. They are easier to make friends than the tomboy-like Visenya.
"Shh, Uncle San is very powerful."
Daenerys put her finger to her mouth and lay on her father's legs to watch secretly.
She was afraid that the fight would be too intense, so she found a backer first.
Rhaegar looked around and laughed secretly at the dragon cubs' communication.
With the children around him, his body felt lighter.
"Hey, I'll give you five gold dragons, and Aemond will still find fault."
Aegon pushed his nephew Baelon away with his buttocks, leaned over to Rhaegar and whispered in his ear.
He raised his eyebrows while speaking, and took out a handful of gold dragons from his pocket to count.
"What are you betting on? It's a bad lesson for the children."
Rhaegar looked straight ahead, suddenly reached out and grabbed the gold dragons, and scattered them to the dragon cubs piled on the ground.
Visenya was the first to start fishing, and stuffed them into Ego's diaper.
"Haha~~"
A laugh came from the opposite corner, it was Daemon with an expectant expression.
Seeing someone looking at him, he raised his glass and drank.
The relatives were watching the fun, and the core figures were bound to argue.
Lanino was a man after all, and gritted his teeth: "Seeing that you are doing well, I feel relieved."
He said to his ex-wife Shireen, but his eyes were almost glancing at the back of her head.
Celine almost buried her face in her chest, whispering softly: "I'm also surprised that you're alive."
Strictly speaking, the two have never divorced.
Greeting each other has already consumed the greatest courage of each other.
"Why don't you chat a little more? We haven't seen each other for many years, so there should be a lot to talk about?"
Emond stood between the two chairs and stretched out his hand to stop the shoulders of the two.
That sharp single eye was scanning back and forth with a playful color.
"I sincerely wish her to marry you."
Lannino was very responsible at the critical moment and said seriously: "Celine is a good woman, as pure and flawless as milk, you should know."
The key point is in the middle sentence, and the pronunciation of pure and flawless is slightly heavy.
Before he lost his memory, his taste was duck meat, and he couldn't get used to swan meat.
"Oh, so you know it well?"
Emond deliberately stretched out his voice and put on an aggressive posture.
A big hand pressed on Lannino's shoulder, and his five fingers pinched and pressed secretly.
He was very strong and squeezed the bones of his shoulder.
Lanino's face was livid, and he said in a deep voice: "It's all over, cousin."
I don't understand why the other party targeted him as soon as they met.
But in formal occasions, the good education he received since childhood made him restrain his instinct.
"Hiss!"
The light silver sea smoke sensed the emotions of the driver and circled around the black wall.
But as soon as it appeared, a skinny mud dragon crawled out of the corner. It chewed half a bloody goat with its bloody mouth.
The brown vertical pupils in the sunken eye sockets were always staring at the young dragon in the air.
The size difference was half, and the momentum was severely suppressed.
The two dragons roared in competition, and there was a tendency to draw swords.
Rhaegar sat up straight, and his purple eyes glanced at the dark shadows in the thin clouds.
The sea smoke and the sheep thief almost sensed the threat at the same time, bared their teeth at each other and retreated.
At this time, in the sky.
A pair of pale green vertical pupils stared at the dragons like a mountain.
"Cousin, can you tell me how you managed to escape death?"
Emond's lips curled up and he said sarcastically, "Of course, where have you been all these years? Did you sell fish?"
He sniffed hard and fanned his nose as if he smelled fishy.
Lanninot stood up suddenly, with an angry look on his face.
