Gao Wunan's Legend of Wushuang

Daenerys entered the gorgeous palace nervously, bathed in the bedroom under the service of the maids, and applied sesame oil. She was wearing a transparent tulle and waited nervously by the bed, but until the end, there was no sign of the man. A maid came in to send a message that the king still had official business to deal with, and told the princess to rest well tonight.

This made her both relieved and at the same time feel a little lost. On the first night when she came to the Xinyuri Palace, the girl fell asleep amid wild thoughts.

Chapter 66 Robert's Response

Westeros, the North.

On the vast plain with thick black mist, two black steeds galloped all the way. When the dawn dawned, the knight on the horse climbed a low ridge.

When a knight had a long face, brown hair, gray pupils, and a well-trimmed beard that was beginning to turn gray, he was in his thirties, but he was already the father of five children, and he was also the master of the northern border of Westeros. De Stark.

At his side, is his king and best friend, the owner of the Iron Throne of Westeros - Robert Baratheon, he is fat and amazingly tall, with a black wire beard and prominent belly. biggest feature.

The two stopped the horses below them, turned over and stood still.

The golden fingers of the rising sun in the east penetrated into the misty white mist in the morning, and a vast field unfolded in front of the two of them, except for the long and low scattered hills, there were patches of bare brown flat land.

Ned pointed to the king. "This is the Burial Mound of the First Men."

Robert frowned. "Have we ridden into the graveyard?"

"The north is full of graves, Your Grace," Ned told him. "This is an ancient land."

"Old lands with the same stubborn fellows," murmured the king, who seemed to feel the chill pulling his cloak tighter on his shoulders, "It's a damn cold place, brother, and you'd love King's Landing to be as warm as spring and as hot as fire." girl."

Ned was expressionless. "I already have Caitlin and five children."

"Hah, maybe there's a son named Jon too, and I wonder what pretty girl could melt iron, Becca? No, she's mine, God bless her, with her black hair and sweet The big eyes, if you are not careful, you will find it difficult to extricate yourself. Is your name...Yarina? Or is it Meryl?"

Seeing Ned glaring at him, the king shut up embarrassingly, "Well, I didn't bring you here to discuss the tomb and your illegitimate son. Earl Varys sent a letter from King's Landing last night, here ’” The king drew a sheet of paper from his belt and handed it to Ned.

Eunuch Varys is the king's chief intelligence officer, formerly serving Aerys Targaryen and now serving Robert.

The things in the letter made Ned feel uneasy. In fact, even in the desolate north, he had heard the name of King Sauron. Merchants traveled across the ocean to sell Xinyuri's goods, and troubadours even Love him like their own lives, they wrote countless poems to sing about this "tyrant", "slave liberator", "invincible khal", "erudite king", "historical hero"...

His title is longer than any other person in the yellowed history books. Many times Ned thought that if one day this King Sauron conquered Westeros across the ocean like the Targaryen, he would have nothing to do with it. Not surprised.

"A Targaryen girl married King Sauron of Xinyuri, damn it, there is no worse news than this!" The king cursed beside him, cursing the damn dragon remnant for a while, and cursing King Sauron for a while, Ned could feel the guardedness and uneasiness in his friend's tone.

"Your Majesty, she is only a child. The king can't listen to her and start a war! Besides, there is a vast ocean in between."

"Who knows how long she'll be innocent?" Robert's voice rose. "It won't be long before this 'child' will spread her legs and trick that fellow called King Sauron into trouble with me. Get rid of the evil seed of the dragon."

"Having said that," Ned said, "the murder of a child is... heinous..."

"It's late!" Robert's face was as stinky as stone, and he handed out another piece of paper from his belt to Ned, "The Pentos peddler and that pair of brothers and sisters have already been damned, God damn Jorah More Mont, you should have caught him and beheaded him, he happened to be in the hotel that day."

Ned felt cold all over, assassinating the woman he was about to marry in a king's domain, and he already felt the flames of war coming to this land.

"We need to prepare early."

"But brother, you don't have to worry too much." Robert patted the old man on the shoulder, and he knew if he didn't say the next news.Don't even think about falling asleep at night with this old friend of mine, "We also have a lot of friends, otherwise how do you think I hired those mercenaries for cross-sea deals?"

Ned frowned. "If you're talking about the merchants, with all due respect, Your Majesty, they are not trustworthy companions."

"Of course! Of course I know what kind of people they are." Robert grabbed his friend's shoulders and grabbed them vigorously. "So I need your help, old man. Come to King's Landing to help me. I don't want to wait for the army of King Sauron Coming across the sea, the kingdom is guarded by a sickly little boy and a cunning old lion whose shit is gold, and I need a trustworthy man to lead the whole army."

"Since the mistake has been made, try to make up for it." Ned suddenly remembered Lyanna's appearance, and guilt flashed in his eyes, "I will help you, Robert." Ned said, "But you You have to promise me that you will not do the assassination again, there is no honor at all."

"It would be great if it was that simple." Robert spread his hands, seeing Ned's dissatisfied eyes, he could only surrender, "Of course, now you have the final say, the king has to listen to the Prime Minister's advice, I think we will partner very good."

"I hope you haven't made King's Landing too bad," Ned said in a rare joke.

"That will disappoint you. Come on, let's go for a good ride, you used to be a good horseman, and let's try the wind in your hair again," said Robert, riding off again. He walked away, crossed the tomb, and the horse's hooves splashed like rain and mud behind him.

"I'm sorry, Catelyn," Eddard Stark thought to himself, but he made up his mind, kicked the horse's belly, and ran towards the king.

……

In the dark secret room, a little fire light slowly lit up.

I don't know how many exist in the darkness, and they can't even see whether they are human beings or anything else, but they all keep silent and don't pry into each other's secrets. Mystery and the unknown are also a weapon for them to protect themselves.

Until the rustling sound came from outside, the door was opened and closed again, the only light was an oil lamp on the middle table, which kept making "beep" sounds.

"Now that everyone is here." It was a man with a long face who was talking, and his face was covered with ugly and deformed pustules. He said gloomily, "I have something to say. This place is no longer safe. Hunters are searching more and more. Tight, they may find here at any time."

Someone in the crowd expressed dissatisfaction, and it was a shrill voice, "Before you summoned us, you once said that this place will not be found by the tyrant's eagle dogs."

"Who knew their noses are so good!" The long-faced man also shouted dissatisfiedly, "And why are you attacking that damned Targaryen bastard? Our target is the prophesied tyrant King Sauron..."

Chapter 67 The Creeping Shadow

The name "King Sauron" seemed to have some kind of magical power, and all the black shadows suddenly fell silent.

"We are creating opportunities..." After a long time, someone said so.

"'That man' lives in the palace, we must find a chance, otherwise even the magic power of the Archmage is limited, I don't want to be overwhelmed by the crowd before I come to him."

"Maybe we can create powerful magical creatures..."

"Stupid! This kind of thing only works on the battlefield, and one or two magical creatures are useless at all."

"Jie Jie Jie... yes! That stupid witch and witch, who risked her own life to create an immortal monster, went all out on the battlefield, killing her own people first, and then sending her own head to that man's under the sword."

"I heard that 'that person' personally killed the flesh puppet. Is this news true?" Someone asked again in the darkness, this time there was a faint fear in his voice.

"If there is no such power, it will not become our common enemy. But please rest assured, no matter how powerful a warrior is, he cannot escape the erosion of magic power. We only need to get close to 'that person' and cast spells. Just a few more, and 'that one' will always howl and melt like everyone else, no one else." This time it was spoken in an old husky voice, accompanied by some sort of skeletal click.

"But the hunter next to 'that person' is enough for us to deal with, and have you forgotten the blood-sucking monsters you encountered last time, they also have immortality. Not to mention, there are witches..."

"Cursed witch!"

Magicians are jealous and cursed. In the era of the tide of magic power, they are madly jealous and hate witches who are born with magic power, or simply want to research and transplant this kind of blood. Magicians began to persecute witches on a large scale. war.

Of course, the final result was that the tide of magic power fell again, and the magician lost the ability to cast spells. Although the witches wanted to retaliate, but because of the same reduction in power and the scarcity of numbers, they were powerless to trouble the magician.

"Signs that witches want to go all in on 'the one'."

"Cursed! They want to start the old war again!"

"This time, they have the strongest support."

"We need more powerful magicians..."

"The land of Asshai has sent people over. They brought the latest research results of the 'plague'. Just sprinkle it into the well, and no one in this city can survive..."

"No! This approach will only make people more afraid of magicians!"

"We can shirk God's punishment for 'that person' after the fact. No one knows who did it."

"This approach won't work against 'the man.'"

"The army of mortals will help us solve our future troubles. The governors are afraid of them. They will not let this opportunity pass."

"They are also wary of magicians, and may not do what we want."

"We need to find the weakness of 'that person'..."

The sound of Xixisuo sounded, like the voice of an old man composed of some kind of insect flapping its wings, "About this, I have brought an interesting news."

The person next to him waited with bated breath, and said with a slightly raised voice: "Not long ago, a little cutie told me that a girl named Geli may know the secret of 'that person'."

The crowd appeared to be whispering to each other, before someone said: "We need to speak in person."

"Of course." There seemed to be countless insects crawling on the ground in the darkness, revealing a comatose figure, which was Jasmine.

Jasmine seemed to be falling into a horrible dream, her long and pointed face was twisted and ferocious, and then she woke up suddenly.

When she saw her surroundings clearly, she screamed even more, her snot and tears instantly covered her extremely distorted face, "No! Let me go! You promised to tell you everything and let me go!"

"Small guy, shut up! You will attract the city guard."

"Don't worry, I've sewn her mouth shut, what a delicious and delicate skin!"

"Oh, what a poor little..."

"Give her to me, and I will let her tell everything..."

In the darkness, monster-like figures surrounded her, causing Jasmine's voice to tremble like a sieve. She wanted to scream for someone to save her, but her lips were sewn up and she could only let out a short panting like "humming".

"God, help me!" Jasmine felt extremely remorseful. If she could choose again, she would never seek revenge for a magician. Such behavior would only make her fall into a deeper hell.

The black shadow and the girl's body suddenly overlapped.

In the darkness, there were insects gnawing on the flesh and strange sounds came out, and a large amount of sticky dark red blood dripped from under his body.

……

Geli sneezed several times in a row, and she quickly covered her mouth.

The scholar who was giving a lecture on the podium glanced at her, and then returned to his experiment. He was showing the making and principle of a more precise sundial.

Geli couldn't help yawning. For the ancients, the advanced technology was not complicated to her, but whenever she looked at these, she had a sense of history witnessing the development of civilization.

"Maybe in a few years, I can also become a great mathematician and physicist handed down to future generations. Would you like to reveal a little less important thing!" Thinking of the happy place, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Geli's mouth.

For the whole half of the day, Geli was in an absent-minded situation.

At noon, Geli walked out of the White Academy, followed by Unsullied and Hunter guards as usual.

It was a strange coincidence that she, who was supposed to go back to Dorisya's mansion, turned and walked towards the palace.

Halfway through, he suddenly covered his face with his hands, "Geri, Geli, what are you thinking? That is the most famous king in history!"

She hesitated again and again, but in the end she still felt that there was no reason to see that person, and she sighed and prepared to go back.

At this moment a carriage stopped beside her.

"Miss Geli, are you going to enter the palace?" Brian sat in the carriage and asked with a slight nod towards Geli.

"Ah! No, it's not!" Geli waved her hands again and again, her fair face flushed, "I... hey! I'm going back."

"The direction of Lord Dorisya's mansion is not here. It happens that Lingjie is also in the palace. You can enter the palace together in the old man's carriage."

Geli still shyly got into the carriage, and the more Brian looked, the more satisfied she was, "Not bad, not bad, she still looks very beautiful, and the most important thing is that she seems to have fallen in love with my king. That's right! A man like my king is the only one in the world. How many women can hold back their emotions!"

Brian is old and sophisticated, so how could Geli hide this little thought from him, and the idea of ​​matching is even stronger in her heart.

Brian looked at Geli, who was sitting opposite, and twisted his beard with a smile, "How is Miss Geli?"

Geli quickly responded, "Ah! My sister is very kind to me, thank you Lord Brian for your concern."

"Are you not used to it in life?"