Chapter 685: funeral

The death of the King's hand in Dorn was naturally not a trivial matter.

However, Dorn's rebellion has been put down, and all the culprits involved have been punished as they deserved. It can be regarded as able to put the deceased in peace, and the family and friends of the deceased can get some comfort.

A few days later, there was a light rain.

The streets of King's Landing were washed clean by the rain, and in front of the gate of the Red Fort, two groups of people stood sadly in the rain, with a huge ornate coffin in the middle.

Among them lies the body of the former imperial prime minister Jon Clinton. Jon Clinton's widow, Mrs. Beth of the Brecon family, is crying and crying under the umbrella with a pregnant belly.

After Veserys came to the throne as Emperor Valyria, Arianne, who was promoted to be the queen of the empire, also wore a solemn long dress, with a graceful and luxurious temperament, standing under an umbrella.

She also had the coat of arms of the Targaryen family on her chest, because it was the custom here to marry another family to count as a member of this family.

Arianne can be called Arianne Targaryen, and it can also be called Arianne Namelos Martel.

At this moment, the luxurious queen was quietly calming down beside the girl.

Mrs. Beth Clinton's complexion was still very immature, with her belly straight, she seemed to have married the former prime minister Jon Clinton soon after she became an adult under the arrangement of her uncle.

In fact, this is a very good marriage contract. Beth did not feel sad because Jon was twice her age, because Jon Clinton is now in his thirties and is in the prime of life. No old man.

Moreover, as the former prime minister and governor of Stormlands, Jon has a high position. In other words, if the uncle of the girl is not the girl’s minister of sea affairs and the governor of the river, Jeffrey Brecon, Jon may not be able to see her.

Jon’s character is conservative and traditional. He doesn’t need a beautiful wife. He only needs a woman who can match her identity and can pass on from generation to generation. Beth is just the right candidate.

Arianne assumed her responsibilities as a queen, and was holding the girl's hand in a low voice of comfort.

If others come to persuade, it may not have any good results, and the dialogue between women is undoubtedly able to open the heart very quickly.

On the other side, Viselis was also dressed solemnly, and the metal crest on his left chest flashed slightly under the washing of rain.

He was standing on the side of Jon Clinton's coffin without an umbrella, and there were Oberon, Varys and others beside him.

His Majesty the Emperor did not hold an umbrella and was in the rain. Except for his majesty the Queen and the wife of the Prime Minister and other female relatives present, everyone naturally did not dare to hold an umbrella.

Before Jon Clinton’s coffin, the archbishop of St. Belle’s Cathedral and the dean of King’s Landing Theological Seminary had a fat body with a crystal crown on his head. He rested on the lid of the coffin with one hand, and was babbling. Knowing what was being said, panting slightly.

Then when the eulogy of the Fat Archbishop was completed, Jon Clinton's coffin was lifted up by several Unsullied soldiers and placed on the carriage.

"ready to go!"

"ready to go!"

With a few shouts, the motorcade escorting Jon Clinton's coffin formally drove out of the Red Fort.

But Veselis and other princes and ministers did not choose to walk. They boarded horses and sedan chairs to keep up with the team.

"I didn't expect Jon to die in Dorne."

Among the royal ministers of the empire, those who were familiar with bow horses chose to ride horses, and the Minister of Finance Ilirio and others, who were obese or weak and unable to get wet, hurriedly got into the sedan chair.

At this moment Oberon was still wearing a sandy jersey, riding his black war horse, urging the horse to follow Viselis, and then spoke.

It has been a few days since Viselis returned from Dorne. However, Viselis has been very busy these days and locked himself in the cellar of the Red Fort. No one knows what he is doing, and Oberon also Did not talk to Viselis.

"Um."

"I didn't expect it either."

Weselis, Oberon, Jon Clinton and others are considered old friends. They all worked together on the Essos continent, and they were all tied to the tank of the Targaryen family. Weselis was fighting. The drivers of the chariots, and these important ministers are the wheels of the chariot, both pros and cons, and both lose and lose together.

Therefore, although there were not few people who slandered Viselis after the unification of the Seven Kingdoms in an attempt to leverage the status of Oberon, Jon, Bessie and other founding generals, they did not have any effect.

Viselis is not the kind of person who has a good bow and a good bow, and the people who started with him in the first place, even the little skinner Rams Bolton, who doesn’t like anyone, has also received support. Some awards.

Weselis and Oberon braved the patter of raindrops in the sky, like two old friends, they said nothing as they walked, and others left only deep envy for such a relationship between monarchs and ministers.

"When my brother comes to King's Landing, I will tell him what to do."

At this moment, Oberon looked at a little boy who was wiping his nose among the curious onlookers on the street, then turned his head and spoke to Viselis.

Before this incident, Oberon had sent a letter to his elder brother, but it was obvious that Prince Doulang had not adopted his opinion.

Then he suffered a big loss. The three families of Donne who were loyal to Martell died. The Martell family, known as "indomitable", was beaten severely, and Prince Daolang himself even came to King's Landing to plead.

Oberon already knew the news that his brother was about to travel north to King's Landing.

"Um."

And Viselis was also drenched in light rain~www.NovelMTL.com~ The raindrops slid down his cheeks, holding the rein in his hand, and then nodded without saying much.

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

The people around who watched the excitement cheered regardless of the occasion. They didn't know what it was and thought it was a good thing, and then they were driven away by soldiers from the Unsullied Legion and the Metropolitan Defense Team.

Jon Clinton's coffin left the Red Fort along the avenue to go to the King's Landing Military Academy on Reness Hills. His body will be buried on this land.

Because the original decision to split the school city into several colleges was supported by Jon Clinton, and put forward many constructive opinions, it was one of his brilliant achievements during his tenure.

Therefore, Jon Clinton’s burial in the King’s Landing Military Academy is considered to be of commemorative significance.

On the street washed clean by rain, the sound of horse hooves, the sound of wheels, the cheers of the surrounding people and the sound of driving intertwined, and then slowly submerged in the vast rain.