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The procession walked through King's Landing, the streets lined with people and cheers. Margaery Tyrell was deeply loved by the people of the city, and most of the cheers were given to her. King Joffrey rode his horse and waved to his people, in a good mood.

Because the bride's virtue and righteousness won the hearts of the people, King Joffrey was also honored by the people, and Joffrey was not sensitive to this, and the cheers of the people made him realize that he was a true and majestic king.

Cersei and Duke Tyrellle, walking behind the King and Queen, both smiled, Cersei's smile was a smirk, and Duke Tyrrell's smile was from the bottom of her heart.

Queen Margaery and Duke Tyrell brought food and other supplies to the people of King's Landing and the refugees, and in recent times, the tide of food and supplies has poured into King's Landing, making the prestige and hearts of the Tyrells skyrocketing, and the needy people and hungry refugees are grateful.

This severe famine was caused by the Mace Tyrells family's allegiance to King Ramley Baratheon's tight blockade of the southern frontier.

Tyrion rubbed his itchy nose and began to envy Petyr Baerich. Littlefinger is clever enough to find an errand and leave King's Landing before the wedding, escaping this suffocatingly lengthy trick.

Although it is the 300th year of the Aegon calendar, it is still the season of long summer. The adults' sedan chairs rested in the bright sun, and the inside was very stuffy.

After leaving the Templar, Queen of Thorns, Tyrion, and Kevon sat in a palanquin, while the Red Viper rode his Dorn horse, and the procession continued in the same order as before.

Tyrion looked at the fake Sansa beside her, and Sansa timidly looked at her folded hands. Her beauty is a small jasper, and the only thing she lacks is the temperament of the nobility. Grief made her haggard and lonely, but it only added to Tyrion's pity for her.

As long as Tyrion doesn't speak, Sansa never speaks!

She's used to being in the company of silence!

"Ma'am!" Tyrion's voice was full of exhaustion, and this nominal marriage brought him the humiliation of being despised by the nobles, because Sansa was actually a maid, and she was not worthy of the Lannister surname at all.

Sansa looked up slowly, and he saw the reflection in her eyes: a bulging forehead, a crippled nose, a strange pink scar, and eyes of varying sizes. Her gaze was scattered, timid, fearful, hollow and cold.

Tyrion wanted to make a joke to relax, but it made him feel even more depressed.

Before his father died, he gave him a damn marriage farce!

Tyrion's mouth is pursed, and his mouth is full of bitterness!

Outside, the common people chanted the names of King Joffrey and Queen Margaery.

And three years later, this cruel child grew up and listened to the government...... By that time, anyone with the slightest insight will be far away from King's Landing.

And where should I run away, little devil?

Across the Narrow Sea?

Inherit Kaiyan City?

Traveling the world or being a mercenary to be ridiculed?

I'm a dwarf, and I'm going to be a comedian in the free-trade city-state of the Narrow Sea, and I'm going to starve myself to death as a clown.

Tyrion finally made it to the end of his journey, and everyone returned to the Red Keep, with a half-hour break in between, followed by a wedding feast in the throne hall that would last until late at night.

Tyrion and Lady Sansa got out of the sedan chair, and he saw Joffrey carry Margaery out of the saddle, and the girl let out a breathless smile. In three years' time, Joffrey will be as tall and strong as James, and I will always be a dwarf at his feet, and there is no doubt that he wants to make me shorter......

Tyrion and Lady Sansa returned to the Prime Minister's Tower to change their costumes for the wedding reception and take a break. When he went to the toilet and was woken up during a nap, he smelled the aroma of toast and roasted meat, and the whole Red Fort was filled with this appetizing aroma......

The wedding feast is about to begin, and it's time to change into a dress, what the hell is this!

There is still war going on in the Riverlands, but the spark is fading out. Threatened by tens of thousands of wildlings heading south and rumors of strange ghosts, the north is too busy to take care of itself, and can no longer divide its forces to save the riverlands.

The northern border also fought two years of war in a row, and more than two-thirds of the soldiers were killed and wounded, and they were already seriously injured and could no longer fight back. Except for the fact that the Magic Mountain is a little restless in the western realm, the overall situation of the world has basically been decided. Mace Tyrell even complained at a meeting of the royal ministers that he had not been given the opportunity and glory of victory. He thought he should personally lead his troops to attack the North, this damn inflatable fish.

The little devil Tyrion changed into his dress with the help of Podrick, and he secretly decided not to get drunk tonight.

Walking into the bedroom, Shae was combing Lady Sansa's hair.

Shee was happy and Sansa was sad, one laughing and the other weeping, what a wonderful contrast. Sansa wore a squirrel trimmed silver satin dress with elongated sleeves that barely touched the floor, and Shae covered her with a delicate silver hair net encrusted with deep purple gemstones.

People depend on clothes, and although Sansa is just a girl, there is no doubt that the exquisite gowns add to her beauty.

"Madame, you will be the most beautiful woman to-night. ”

"Your Excellency has won the prize. "Sansa is like a slightly frightened bunny.

"Ma'am," sherry pleaded wistfully, "can I serve you at the feast? ”

Shae wanted to go to the wedding, and she asked for it last night when Tyrion was at his highest, but Tyrion refused.

The little devil said: "Xueyi, for this wedding, the Queen Mother has personally selected all the servants, and each of them has undergone the strictest scrutiny, and all those who can enter the hall, regardless of men and women, are not allowed to bring any knives with them, not even table knives." Elelia Shad, the lover of Prince Oberon of the Red Viper, was not allowed to enter the hall because she was an illegitimate child, and it would be humiliating for all the noblewomen present if she were there. ”

Shae's face was visibly displeased.

Sansa also stammered, "Shae, this wedding review...... It's really ...... Very...... It was very strict, even the ladies of the Tyrell family, relatives, and guards were also carefully interrogated and strictly examined by the Queen Mother and Jaime one by one. ”

"And the hall is too crowded," Tyrion struggled to suppress his displeasure, "Forget it, Shae, there will be musicians all over the castle, and tables and piles of food and drink in the outer courtyard." He surveyed his new coat, a crimson velvet garment padded at the shoulders, and puffy sleeves that opened to reveal the black satin lining underneath. It's really beautiful, but it's a pity that there are no beautiful people to wear it.

Shae closed her mouth, her lips as thin as a blade.

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They came to the outside of the throne hall, where there were already at least five hundred people, and more guests were still coming. Outside the hall, there are also tables and chairs, and there are specially arranged guests waiting to enter the rest and chat area of the throne room.

The Queen of Thorns appeared in front of the Tyrions with her left and right hands, trembling and trembling, and began her never-ending chatter, stroking Sansa's silver hairnet covered with jewels, much to Tyrion's endure.

"I beg your pardon, Lady Olena, it is time for our husband and wife to take their places. ”

"It's time for me to go in too. Oh my God, seventy-seven dishes, isn't it a bit too extravagant, I can only taste three or four at most, oh, you are as unlucky as me, Prime Minister, you are too small to eat as much as you want!" she stroked Sansa's hair again, "All right, go ahead, children, be happy." Where are my guards? Where's my guard? Left hand, right hand, help me into the throne hall, you are too slow, and when I get back to the High Court, tell the executioner to cut off one of your hands. ”

The Tyrions fled into the throne hall and saw Oberon Martell, the red viper, who had already sat on the throne.

The throne room was brightly lit, and the torches on each wall were lit. Arriving guests stand behind long tables, and the lords and ladies who are entering the door are escorted through the wide central aisle by the herald of their names and titles, and then escorted by sommedics dressed in royal costumes. The auditorium was full of musicians, drummers, flutists and violinists, as well as horns, harps and bagpipes.

Tyrion tightened Sansa's arm, and everyone admired his shapely figure and the scratches on his face that stretched across the entire face, and grinned at him as Lord Prime Minister.

Tyrion noticed that the throne hall was surrounded by a dense array of red and gold robes, led by James, Ealing Pyne, and Baron Sven, led by Benronte Bron, commander of the garrison and head of Duke Tywin, Loras Tyrell, Knight of the Hundred Flowers, captain of the Kingsguard, and Osmond Kate Black, the most powerful of the Kingsguards.

This stunned the little devil!

The entire throne hall is like a great enemy, with iron armor and swords, and solemn majesty, like a battlefield, not a king's festive wedding.

What happened? Tyrion looked around sensitively, unable to see any clues, such a scene was unusual.

Joffrey and Margaery rode into the hall of the throne hall on matching white horses. The sommeliers ran ahead, scattering countless rose petals.

The king and queen also changed their attire for the banquet. Joffrey wore black and crimson striped breeches with black silk sleeves and onyx buttons in gold thread, while Margaery wore a pale green brocade garment with a bodice that exposed the shoulders and the upper part of the small chamber. Her soft brown hair fell over her white shoulders and down to her waist, and she wore a slender golden crown on her head.

The queen's smile was shy and sweet, beautiful and impeccable. Tyrion sighed inwardly: Joffrey didn't deserve her.

When the king and queen were seated, the archbishop led the group in prayer.

The little devils Tyrion and Sansa sat at the king's right hand, next to Garland Tyrell and his wife, Lady Leonie, six or seven seats apart from Joffrey.

As a core member of the Lannister family and the current prime minister, his place is still behind Red Viper and Garland Tyrelll, which is an insult to the red fruit in front of thousands of guests.

But after Tyrion's carefully selected gift of the Four Kings was chopped to pieces by the king with his sword yesterday, Tyrion decided to accept this humiliation again. Although Jaime gave him an apologetic look, Tyrion didn't think he was far enough away from Joffrey.

The thin archbishop began to recite the prayer, which was not long and was quickly finished.

"Fill your glass!" Joffrey couldn't wait to announce. His sommetry hurriedly stepped forward and poured a whole pot of Qingting Island dark red wine into the golden cup presented by Duke Tyrell in the early morning, and the king held it in both hands, "To my wife, Your Majesty the Queen!"

"Long live Margaery!" The whole hall shouted in response, "Long live Margaery, Long live Margaery, To Her Majesty the Queen!" More than 1,000 cups are ringing at the same time, and the wedding feast officially begins.

Tyrion drank the first cup and refilled it as he sat down. He decided that he didn't want anything and got drunk.

The first meal is a thick soup stewed with mushrooms and butter snails, served in a gilded bowl. Tyrion feasted and quickly swept it up. After one, there are seventy-six more. Children starve to death every day in the city, and civilians fight each other for a single turnip, and there are seventy-seven dishes to eat. If the common people were allowed to come into the hall, they would no longer like the Tyrells, nor would they love their queen anymore.

The second dish is a pastry with pork, pine nuts and eggs.

The second course was followed by the first of seven singers who were given a rare opportunity to perform: Graybeard's "Piano Player" Hammisi. The singer's fingers brushed the strings of the harp, and the throne room was filled with sweet melodies.

"The Golden Rose" is a celebration of the Tyrells, "The Rainy Season of Casterme" is a flattery to his father, who has not yet announced his death, "The Virgin, the Virgin and the Old Nanny" is to please the archbishop, and "My Beloved Wife" ignites a romantic fire in the breasts of young boys and girls.

Then, the dishes are served faster and faster, and the performances become more varied, with Tyrion eating Hesse and drinking desperately. Jaime Lannister noticed the little devil's 'anomaly', but he stood motionless, looking around with a cold gaze.

The four master firemancers summoned four fiery beasts to attack each other with their fire claws, while servants served bowls of light food, including beef broth and chunks of chicken stewed with boiling wine and honey and white almonds. A number of bagpipers, pet dogs, and sword-swallowing artists then dispersed into the hall. Served with butter peas, mashed nuts and swan meat cooked in saffron and peaches.

"A brave king, with golden hair of gold,......" the musicians chanted again, and the harp and violin joined in. They were singing the praises of the King's bravery in the Battle of the Blackwater, much to Tyrion's desire to vomit.

The night was already shrouded in the high windows, and many of the guests were already drunk and began to have fun. The dancers of the Midsummer Islands leaped into the hall in bright feather robes and smoky silks, and the science master was already asleep. One of the Dorns and the Knight of the Riverlands moved their hands, and Jaime immediately stepped forward to knock them down, and the red-robed man swarmed them up, knocking them unconscious and dragging them out.

The five gnomes began to perform a burlesque on the stage on the pig and the dog, the pig and the dog were all in armor, and the gnomes fought in the field with masks representing Lannister, Stark, Baratheon, Tyrrell, and the King, and finally the King crushed Stark under him and him with props, and the atmosphere reached a climax.

Joffrey laughed so hard that wine erupted from both nostrils, and he gasped and stood up: "Champion," he exclaimed, "I've won the championship." The king spoke, and the hall fell silent. The gnomes also got up in an orderly manner, and stood in line, waiting for praise and reward. This kind of reward, they will never be able to spend it in their lifetime, the king's wedding is of the highest standard, every burlesque actor dreams of such an opportunity, this is the rarest opportunity of a lifetime to make a fortune.

The king continued: "The real champion has to beat all the challengers!" The king climbed onto the table. "Who else is going to challenge my little champion?" He turned to Tyrion, "Uncle, for the honor of the kingdom, can you go to war?" I say, ride the pig!"

Laughter came like waves.

Tyrion couldn't remember what he had done, and when he came to his senses, he realized that he was already on the table.

"Your Majesty," the little devil called back, "I'm riding a pig...... You ride a dog!"

The king frowned in confusion: "I, I'm not a dwarf, why do I play?"

"Why? Because you're the only person I'm sure I can defeat! There's no doubt about it!" the little devil suppressed it for too long, and with the strength of the wine, he exploded!

In an instant, there was a terrifying silence in the hall!

Then, the laughter erupted!

Joffrey's face was pale, dumbfounded. The little devil laughed, and he jumped off the table satisfied, while Sir Osmond and the Knight of the Hundred Flowers carefully helped the king down.

The Prime Minister gave a flying kiss to Queen Cersei, who was glaring at her.

The musicians played again, and the atmosphere in the hall was soothed. Finally, the two gnomes led the pigs and dogs away, and the guests began to feast on the wild boar. Tyrion was pouring a drink when Ser Garland grabbed his sleeve violently. "Be careful, my lord," warned the knight, "the king is coming. ”

Tyrion sat down in his chair and turned to see Joffrey already approaching, red cheeks and staggering, golden cup in hand, wine overflowing the edges.

"Your Majesty!" Joffrey stood up!

The king glared at him and poured the whole glass of wine over his head. The red liquor washed over the little devil's face, soaking through his hair, stinging his eyes, burning his scars, running down his chin and wetting his new velvet coat.

"How does it feel, little devil?" The king laughed.

Tyrion's eyes were on fire, and he wiped his face with his sleeve, blinking in an attempt to get his vision back up. He was not afraid at all, he drank a lot.

"It is very inappropriate to do so, Your Majesty. He heard Sir Garland beside him say quietly.

The words and the stinging pain in his eyes brought Tyrion back to his senses, and he controlled the influx of wine and fire, and Jaime had been watching him all the time.

Tyrion did not want to make a greater scandal, and could not be here, in front of the great nobles of the whole country: "The king himself came to pay his humble servant a glass of wine, and it is a pity that the wine was spilled." ”

It's a nice and perfect step for both sides!

"I didn't spill it, and I didn't come to toast you, I'm here to humiliate you, Uncle Dwarf. "Very honest child, what to say, not hypocritical at all!

Queen Margaery suddenly appeared beside Little Joe, "My dear king," the Tyrell girl pleaded, "come, get back to your seats, another singer is about to perform." ”

"Yes, Aric the Ethan," said Mrs. Olenna Tyrellle, approaching on crutches, as indifferent as her granddaughter to the drenched dwarf, the Prime Minister, "I hope he sings 'The Rainy Season in Casterme' again, and for an hour I have almost forgotten the words." What is that word? The red lion fights the yellow lion, the minions are sharp and merciless, and the fatal moves are ruthless, and the children do not forget, the children do not forget! Oh, he said this, he said this, the count of Casterme said this...... What's going on behind it?...... Let me think about it, to this day, the rain cries in the hall, but there is no soul inside. Quick, tell Aric the Ethan to sing this song, and I'm going to learn it so I can bring it back to the High Court. The minions are sharp and merciless, and the lethal moves are ruthless......"

"Sir Adam has a toast for us," said Margaery, "and come, Your Majesty." ”

"I don't have any wine," declared Joffrey, "how can I accept a toast without wine?" Uncle Devil, since you dare not go into a tournament, be my bartender. ”

"I'm honored. ”

"It's not an honor!" Joffrey screamed, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the glass fell to the ground, "Pick it up for me, Uncle Demon." ”

Tyrion suddenly wanted to laugh and cry, but in the end he chose to be silent!

Tyrion silently complied, crouching down to pick up the glass, but the king kicked the glass under the table, "Go and pick it up! You dwarf winter melon, you can't even pick up a wine glass, how to be my prime minister, you are not only stupid, but also surprisingly stupid!"

Tyrion glanced at the plate on the table, and as soon as he reached out his hand, Ilyin Pine came over and stared at him coldly.

The King's executioner, the former magistrate Ilin Pine, was able to slash Tyrion in two with a single stroke with a greatsword behind him.

Tyrion and Jaime looked at each other, and he glanced at his cold sister Cersei, who crawled under the table like a dog and pulled out his glass.

"Uncle dwarf, pour me wine at once!" ordered King Joffrey.

The audience was silent, and everyone watched this scene in amazement.

Jaime hurried over, but then stopped, and Tyrion shook his head slightly, his eyes motioning for him to move.

Tyrion complied and poured wine for the king.

"No, get down on your knees, gnome. ”

In front of everyone's eyes, the prime ministers of the seven countries knelt down on one knee and lifted the heavy golden cup with their hands.

"Get down on your knees!"

Tyrion gets down on his knees!

Joffrey looked around the hall, and at the sight of thousands of people, he smiled, and after a long moment, he said indifferently, "Get up, gnome!"

Tyrion got up and staggered, Tyrion quickly grabbed the chair to stabilize his balance, and Ser Garland Tyrell next to him hurriedly reached out to help.

Joffrey laughed, Cersei laughed, Queen laughed, Lady Thorn laughed, Red Viper laughed, Tongueless Magistrate Irin Pyne snorted, and finally, the whole hall laughed.

But there was one man who didn't laugh: James Lannister!

Tyrion scanned the hall, he couldn't see the faces of the mockers, he was drunk, he was in a terrible mood, but he remembered all the ridicule.

"Your Majesty," said the Queen, smiling, "the pie is coming, and you must cut it yourself." ”

"Pie?" The king grabbed the queen and said, "Come, ma'am, it's time to cut the pie." ”

Carried by six beaming chefs, the pie is two meters in diameter, golden brown in color, crunchy in skin, and filled with the sounds of birds screaming, fluttering and squatting.

Tyrion sat back in his chair, the experience of the day was good, unique, and rare. The juice soaked not only the new coat, but also the underwear, and the skin was wet and uncomfortable. He wanted to change his clothes, but no one was allowed to leave until the new house was built, and there were still twenty or thirty dishes.

Sir Ilyin drew a six-foot-long, richly carved silver greatsword with runes, then knelt on one knee and offered Joffrey the hilt of the greatsword, carved into a smiling skeleton from a large piece of dragon crystal, and ruby eyes glittering with red fire.

Sir Ealing's side sword was as long and broad as the Ice Sword of the Magic Mountain, but instead of the dull smoke of Valyrian steel, the color shone silver.

Joffrey and Margaery worked together to raise the greatsword and swing it down, creating a silver arc. At the same time as the pie crust broke, a hundred white doves rushed out and flew in all directions, and the air was full of scattered feathers.

The hall was filled with thunderous cheers, and the violins and bagpipes in the auditorium played light movements. Little Joe picked up the bride and spun around happily.

A servant placed a slice of pigeon pie in front of Tyrion and Sansa and sprinkled a spoonful of lemon cheese. Tyrion handed the pie to Sansa, "Please, ma'am, I'm not used to eating this." ”

"Thank you, sir. Sansa politely agreed, the pigeon pie was good, delicious and fragrant, and obviously with expensive spices, which Sansa had never smelled so fresh in the North. In King's Landing, the Red Keep, she was also the first time.

Tyrion looked left and right, and the babbling Queen of Thorns had returned to her seat, and the attendant handed her pigeon pie.

Pigeon pie, made with real pigeons!

The waiters, the barmaids, passed huge pigeon pies to the tables of the nobles.

As soon as Tyrion stood up and took two steps, Joffrey returned, "Uncle, where do you want to go? You are my sommelier, you are not allowed to go!"

"I have to change my clothes, Your Majesty, can I retire first?" His underwear had been wet with wine from His Majesty's reward, and it was very uncomfortable on his skin.

"No, I just like the way you are. Pour me wine. ”

The king's cup is still on the table, and Tyrion is too short to reach it, and Sansa reaches out to hand it to Tyrion, but the king stops her.

Tyrion had to climb into the seat, pick it up, and hand it to the king.

Little Joe reached out and grabbed it, taking a deep sip, his throat swallowing, purple wine flowing down his chin.

"Your Majesty," Margaery begged, "we should go back, for Lord Brookwell is going to make a toast." ”

"My uncle didn't eat the pie," the king said, holding the cup in one hand and tinkering with the cake in the other. The king was followed by his attendants, holding a plate of pigeon pies, and Queen Cersei had long since been unable to eat anything, and she sat upright in her high position, with an indifferent expression, and only a glass of red wine in her hand. In front of her, there was also a pigeon pie that smelled fresh, but she was unmoved.

Cersei looked at the king coldly, only to see the king grabbing a handful of pigeon pies and stuffing them into his mouth: "Look, Uncle Dwarf, this is delicious." He swallowed the hot spice pigeon pie, choking on a little crispy crust in his mouth, then grabbed another handful and handed it to the little devil, "Here, it's your turn, this plate of pigeon pie I have leftover, you eat it all, I'll let you go." ”

"Your Majesty......" The little devil decided to compromise again, although he would love to throw the pigeon pie in his nephew's face......

Ahem, ahem!

Sansa starts coughing!

Tyrion's hand holding the pigeon pie stopped at his lips, and he looked back to see Sansa's pale and strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Tyrion hurriedly walked over, put down the pigeon pie, and patted Sansa on the back.

"Ahem, ahem, my throat feels ...... Resist...... Resisted. Sansa's face began to redden, "Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem!"

"Drink some water and wash it down. Tyrion handed over a large glass of water.

"I, I, I breathe...... Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Sansa was speechless.

She took the glass and began to drink......

Ahem!

"It's a little dry!" came the Queen of Thorns' voice, "Ahem, give me a glass of water." Ahem, damn it, whoever made their respective pies, should have his head cut off. “

The maid hurriedly handed the Queen of Thorns a water cup, and quickly patted the Queen of Thorns on the back with her left hand......

Ahem, ahem!

Joffrey coughed too: "Damn it, fuck, the pie is indeed dry, gotta rush down." Little Joe took a sip of wine and started coughing. "Gnome, ahem, I want you to eat it all, ahem, pie, Uncle dwarf, I want you to ......" The king's words were interrupted by the sound of coughing.

Margaery looked at her husband with concern: "Your Majesty?"

"yes, ahem, pie, it's okay - cough - yes. Little Joe took another sip of wine.

Suddenly, Sansa erupted into a violent cough, and everything she had eaten turned into juice and squirted out. Her face became redder and redder, and she stretched out her hands to grab her neck, and the snow-white neck immediately showed blood marks.

"What's wrong with you?" Tyrion was shocked, "What's wrong with you?"

The two maids were frightened and hurried to thump Sansa's back.

On the other side, the Queen of Thorns suddenly squirted juice, and her face turned red, as if she was choked by an invisible hand: "Pie, cough, pie, pie, the pie that her fingers haven't eaten yet, the person will fall backwards!" Garland Tyrell and the left and right hand guards hurriedly supported the Queen of Thorns.

When you're old, you can't accept old age. Sansa was still sitting and coughing, her neck was scratched with blood, the Queen of Thorns was already staring out, her face was bruised and red, and blood was spurting out of her mouth......

"Someone, help her. Garland Tyrell shouted!

The Knight of the Hundred Flowers and the Queen were shocked and immediately pounced.

Tyrion was dumbfounded, Sansa in her arms was terrified, her nostrils were bleeding, and she couldn't speak......

Ahem, ahem, ahem!

There were a lot of coughs in the hall, and Tyrion saw a pigeon pie in front of everyone who coughed......

Oh, my God!

Pigeon pie!

Did someone poison the pigeon pie?

The pigeon pie was to be delivered to every nobleman, and everyone had to eat a little bit of it on the etiquette to congratulate the king and queen on their wedding.

Cersei and Jaime came to Joffrey's side, and the King's face grew redder.

"I, ahem, can't, ahem......" The golden cup slipped from the child's king's hand, and the dark red wine flowed to the ground.

"He choked!" Queen Cersei exclaimed.

Jaime quickly moved in.

Cersei shouted, "You idiots! Will you just stand and watch with your mouth open! Help your king! Where's the Bachelor of Coburn, what about the Teacher, what about the Cockburn?"

Jaime looked around, and in the hall, some people were coughing.

"Don't eat pies anymore!" shouted Jaime jumping on the table, "don't touch the pigeon pies, someone might have poisoned them." ”

Burst!

Sansa spurts out a mouthful of blood and her whole body begins to convulse!

Burst!

The Queen of Thorns spurted out a second mouthful of blood, her eyes were round, her face was covered with red meridian lines, and she was exhausted.

The red viper holds a pigeon pie in his hand and leans down to sniff!

The red viper didn't eat the pie!

Burst!

Sansa spurted a second mouthful of blood, her whole body convulsed, and she trembled in Tyrion's arms, before gradually ceases and dies of exhaustion.

Cersei sat on the ground crying and hugged Joffrey, the child hissing from the depths of his throat with a terrifying and terrifying sound, like a man trying to drink a river with a reed, and then even that vanished, leaving only a terrifying silence.

"Turn him over! Lift his heels and shake them!" Baron Swain shouted.

"Water, give him water!" Another jazz shouted.

The skinny archbishop prayed loudly, and the monks around him prayed to the seven gods together, when suddenly, the skinny archbishop's body shook and began to cough......

Bachelor Stumbled to the king's side, and he ordered the apprentice to hurry back and get the medicine. Joffrey reached for his throat, his nails digging into his skin for blood, but the muscles underneath were as hard as rocks. Prince Tommen was crying and squatting beside his brother, and the little one's face was full of tears.

The throne hall is filled with chaos, noise, and rage!

Tyrion holds Sansa in her arms!

Garland Tyrell holds the dead Queen of Thorns in her arms.

King Joffrey's face darkens and darkens, and Cobain rushes to the rescue, but to no avail. The jazz shouted at each other for meaningless proposals.

Half of the guests stood up, some pushed over to get a better look, and some were busy sneaking out the door.

Sir Jaime helped Maester Coburn crack open the King's mouth and plunged a spoon deep into his throat to probe. At that moment, the king's eyes met the gaze of the little devil who was as stunned as a puppet.

The king's eyes were filled with fear he had never felt before, and his throat squeezed out a dry, gruffled sound that seemed to speak. The whites of his eyes protruded, his expression was terrifying, and he raised a hand...... Pointing to the dwarf uncle......

Cersei hissed and cried, "Father, save him, who will save him, he is my son, my son ......"

Tyrion stared blankly at the chaotic hall, his gaze falling on the golden cup forgotten on the floor, and the king drank wine and ate the pigeon pie......

Queen Margaery Tyrell was sobbing as she grabbed the Queen of Thorns' hand, and Lord Metz's face turned pale and her lips trembled: "Be brave, be brave!" he trembled and comforted Margaery.

In the audience, all the musicians had fled, and only one of the flutists remained to play a mournful elegy.

At the bottom of the throne room, a scuffle broke out, and the guests trampled and fought with each other, and Sir Bronn's golden-robed army hurriedly stepped forward to maintain order. The guests rushed out of the throne hall and into the darkness outside.

In the hall, screaming, shouting, crying, colliding, vomiting, insulting, shouting...... It's a mess!

Fear was written all over everyone's faces, even Jaime. He is not afraid of the enemy's sword, but he is helpless against this poison. No amount of soldiers can defeat the poison that is eaten in the stomach!

The chaotic order was brought under control, and the gold-robed and red-robed soldiers were prepared enough, and people began to leave the throne hall in order.

Miserable cries rang out in several places!

Tyrion turned his head, someone wanted to poison the king, poison him, poison the Tyrells, in fact wanted to poison most of the people in the hall with a pigeon pie, so, who was the murderer?

A man who can poison!

Inside the hall, who will poison it?

Tyrion turned his head, his gaze slowly meeting the red viper!

The red viper got up and came to his side: "Someone wants to deal with all of us, Prime Minister, we need to be calm. “

Cersei's screams resounded through the hall like a hungry wolf, and King Joffrey was dead!

Tyrion thought numbly, "It's time for me to leave, this Game of Thrones is so terrifying, some people want the royal family and courtiers to die." ”

Red Viper picked up Sansa's body from Tyrion and handed it to the guards, "Prime Minister, we need to calm down, control the situation, and find the murderer. ”

Tyrion nodded mechanically, and he staggered over to his sister and brother. He saw the tragedy of His Majesty, who died worse than Sansa and Queen of Thorns!

Queen Cersei collapsed in a puddle of wine, holding her son's gradually cold body in her arms. Her dress was tattered and dirty, and her cheeks were as white as chalk. A skinny black dog crawled up to her and licked Joffrey's body.

"The kid went, Cersei. Tyrion heard his voice surprisingly calm.

Two red-robed men drove the dog away!

"Let Cersei go, the kid is gone. Tyrion reminded Jaime.

Jaime was calm, Joffrey was dead, his eldest son, but he found himself not distressed at all.

"Am I a brute?" Jaime asked himself.

Cersei hugged Joffrey unconsciously, and it took Jaime and Baron Swain to break her fingers, and the body of Joffrey Baratheon I, King of the Seven Kingdoms, slipped softly and silently on the floor of the throne room.

On the other side, the emaciated archbishop also fell, he did not eat the pigeon pie, he also spurted blood, and his neck was scratched with blood.

In a short period of time, two generations of archbishops died!

Kneeling beside the King's corpse, "O Heavenly Father, judge our good King Joffrey justly," he chanted in a long voice and began his final prayer. Margaery Tyrell wept bitterly at the side of the Queen of Thorns, unable to contain her grief.

Cersei suddenly stood up, her tone sharper than Sir Ealing's sword: "My son was poisoned. She glanced at the white-robed and gold-robed men who were helplessly surrounding her, "Guards, soldiers, I command you to do your duty immediately. ”

"Cersei, who are you going to capture?" asked Jaime.

"Arrest my brother Tyrion and Oberon Martel the Red Viper. She ordered, "They did it, this dwarf and the red viper." They have killed my son, and they have killed your king. Kingsguard, catch them now! Catch them!"