Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 148

The silk banner, the golden crown of Baratheon, the crimson of Lannister, the emerald green of Tyrell, behind each coat of arms comes from an ancient and long-established family.

They sat under long rows of tables, drinking, eating and feasting, and gradually got drunk.

Sansa looked at the silk banners, where the skeletons of dragons once hung, their shadows seemed to be under the candlelight, and their eyes seemed to be fixed on the guests at the banquet.

It was a large cake, fully two yards long, and from inside came the screeching, flopping, and squabbling of birds.

Her imp husband had just returned to the table, his clothes soaked in red wine, and Joffrey tipped his golden goblet over Tyrion's head, pouring it from the imp's cheeks to his. among the clothes.

The king seemed to be about to use his widow's howl to cut the cake, but the queen stretched out her hand to stop it, "The widow's howl is not for cutting the cake."

Joffrey was persuaded by him, and called out Ser Ilyn Payne, the Judge, also known as the "Kingdom's Executioner."

A six-foot-long Valyrian longsword with a black face as dark as smoke and as wide as a hand was pulled out by the executioner.

"Ice!" Sansa screamed in her heart, it was her father's sword.

Geoffrey and Margery worked together to pick it up. They smashed a piece of ice into the cake, and hundreds of white pigeons rushed out of the crispy dough.

The cheers were like thunder, and the singers and musicians played music in response to the occasion.

They brought the sliced ​​pastry to Cole without him even wanting to move.

Cole was talking about the Great Wall with Duran.

"Uncle, where do you want to go? You are my waiter, don't go!" They heard Joffrey shouting.

The drunk Emperor Qiao became even more unscrupulous.

Cole stopped talking suddenly and narrowed his eyes.

Joffrey took the pigeon pastry and chewed it whole. It seemed too dry, so he took a swig from his wine glass.

Although Tyrion was made things difficult by this stinky boy, he obviously didn't want to make a bigger fool. He cooperated with the bastard as his bartender and held a glass for him.

"I want you, cough, ride that one, cough cough, pig, uncle, I want you..." He suddenly coughed violently.

That pig was just what the group of dwarves had brought up to tease the guests.

Joffrey seemed to be choking on his neck, so he took another sip of his wine.

The wine juice was all sprayed out by him, his face flushed suddenly, the veins on his face were violent, and his pupils were bloodshot.

All the laughter and laughter stopped in an instant, and they looked at the situation on the high platform in astonishment.

Dang bang~
The wine glass fell from his hand, and the wine spilled all over the place.

Joffrey put his hands to his neck and let out a low, hoarse hiss.

Ser Garlan Tyrell ran across the table to Joffrey's back and beat him on the back.Ser Osmund Kettleblack slit the king's collar, and Joffrey's fingers dug deep into his throat, red prints on the throbbing tendons.

His face turned from red to black, his eyes were terrified, he collapsed to the ground, his eyes began to turn white, and at the end of his life, he pointed his finger at the little devil Tyrion.

"No no no no," Cersei hissed, "Father, save him, who will save him, he is my son, my son..."

Empress Se rushed over with all her might, but she didn't know that her skirt was caught by the table, and she fell to the ground. She didn't care about the pain on her body and her well-dressed clothes, and crawled to Xiao Qiao's side without hesitation. took his dead body in his arms.

Her heart-piercing cries echoed throughout the hall.

And this side is already in chaos, the guests are running around, trampling on each other, completely without the grace just now, they are crying, shouting, some staggering, some vomiting, and some turning pale.

The archbishop knelt beside the corpse and said his last prayers.

The new queen, Miss Margaery, threw herself into her mother's arms and wept.

The only ones present who could keep their cool were Lord Tywin Lannister and Cole.

Cole stood up calmly, and was about to leave.

"He choked, dear, it wasn't your fault that he choked on the pie. He choked, we all saw it." Mother comforted Margaery.

"He didn't choke," Cersei's voice was sharper than the Valyrian steel sword called Ice. "My son was poisoned." She glanced around at the white knight helplessly, " Kingsguard, do your duty."

"Arrest my brother at once," she ordered. "He did it, the dwarf and his little wife. They killed my son and your king. Catch them! Catch them!"

The white knights quickly surrounded the little devil.

"Stop it, I'm not a murderer, Cersei." He slurred at the accusation.

"Gods, I'm his uncle, how can I harm him?" Tyrion tried to argue.

"Take him down, he is the murderer." Cersei ordered irrationally, and the white knights were very conscientious in arresting him.

Tyrion was guarded and walked through the gate, Cole backed away silently, and the little devil looked up at him.

"An unforgettable wedding." Prince Dorn came over.

He was indeed taken aback for a moment just now.

They exited the hall together, and the Prince said to him, "It looks like a strangler."

The Red Viper is a master at using poison, he smiled slightly, "I thought they would accuse me of putting the poison."

Strangler is a potent poison that can quickly suffocate people to death. The symptom of this poison is that after it is dissolved in wine, the throat muscles of the drinker will be tightened violently, causing the trachea to be blocked. It is said that the victim's face It often shows the same purple color as the crystal, which is exactly the same as the symptom of choking.

'Strangling' is the name of this poison in the Academy City, and it is indeed very appropriate.

"Who do you think it is? Tyrion?" Cole asked.

"The dwarf? Oh, probably. After all, the imp king treated him that way, and he's the closest to the drink."

thump, thump, thump
The bells of St. Baelor's Cathedral struck three times, announcing the death of King Geoffrey Baratheon I to King's Landing and to the world.

Soon there will be all kinds of rumors going around in the flea nest that he died of the same absurdity as his father the boar king, one was killed by a boar, the other was choked to death by a pie, oh, what a joke.

At the same time as the king's funeral, the former prime minister of the kingdom, Duke Tywin Lannister, quickly convened the imperial council.

Lord Redwyne, Lord Rowan, Prince Oberon of Dorne, Queen Cersei
"Scholar, can the cause of the king's death be investigated clearly?"

The bachelor said in a trembling voice, "Master Prime Minister, we are investigating various poisons, please allow the bachelors to dissect His Majesty's body to find the truth that killed the king."

(End of this chapter)