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Early in the morning, refugees began to gather one after another on the cross street where flea nests sell brown soup. The refugees came one by one, some from the Riverlands, some from the West, some from the Stormlands, and some from the Riverlands.

Every time the kingdom was at war, the people of the Seven Kingdoms would take refuge in King's Landing.

The high walls of King's Landing gave them shelter, and because of the presence of the royal family, the people of King's Landing psychologically believed that the army was also the most powerful, and the royal family would distribute bread in the streets from time to time, just like today.

A few days ago, news had circulated among the refugees in the city that on the 18th, the King and the Queen Mother would personally come to the cross street of the flea nest to distribute bread.

Many of the families who fled were looking forward to this day, and early in the morning, more than 1,000 people had gathered on the streets of the flea nest, and many more were still gathering here.

The Hound and the deputy commander of the garrison, Aral Diem, received the news that there was an inexplicable gathering of refugees in the flea nest, and led the pikes to check on it.

As soon as the refugees saw the golden-robed men approaching in two columns, they immediately burst into cheers: Long live Joffrey, Long live the King, Long live the Queen Mother!

They thought that since the golden robe had come, the king and the queen mother would surely come later.

The hungry refugees waited with anticipation for the king and queen mother to bring out the golden bread. Everyone began to consciously line up, and although the sounds of swearing, pushing and beating rang out from time to time, the situation was relatively stable.

The hound, riding on the tall horse, pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and he felt something strange, and the eyes of the people looked at him were filled with a certain eager longing.

The hound strangled the warhorse, and the golden-robed people around him immediately restrangled the warhorse. Wherever the pikes went, the people retreated and made a way.

"Sir Aral Tim, go and ask them why they are gathered here?" said the hound.

"Yes, sir. Aral replied arrogantly. His knighthood was higher than that of the Hounds, and many courtiers suggested that the Hound be promoted to the rank of Kingsguard and that Aral Diem be the commander of the garrison.

The Hound was a man that the royal courtiers did not like, and he was the commander of the garrison and did not give face to any courtiers, which made everyone resentful of him.

Aral Tim was cruel and ruthless to the people of King's Landing, but friendly and tactful to the noble courtiers, and was deeply loved by the royal courtiers.

Al Dim rode on his sturdy horse, his golden robe shining brightly: "Bastards, what are you gathered here for?"

The audience was silent for a moment, and the dense refugees collectively fell silent, their eager expressions disappearing, and they cast unkind glances at the golden-robed people, including the hounds.

The atmosphere was rapidly changing, and the Hound felt it, so did Aral Diem, and so did the soldiers of the Golden-robed Spear Brigade.

Choke!

Aral Diem's long sword was unsheathed: "Look at what you see, I will scatter, whoever dares to gather a crowd to make trouble, will be killed!"

"General, we have come to receive bread, even if it is the black bread that the king fed to the cats, we are grateful. A skinny old man with no shoes said. His beard was messy, his hair was even more messy, and he looked like he hadn't washed it in years.

"No bread! no bread here!" exclaimed Aral Dim, raising his voice, "what are you untouchables thinking?

"General, there is news that the King and the Queen Mother will be here today to distribute bread. A mother shouted. She held a hungry child in each of her left and right hands. The two children had deep-set eyes, sallow-faced, visibly malnourished, and were so hungry that they were deformed.

"No bread, it's going to disperse!" said Aral Diem, who had lost all patience, and the eyes of the dense refugees made him feel slightly uneasy, but he quickly calmed down. He was fully armoured, and he had the spears of two spearmen by his side pointed at these untouchables. He straightened his back and was fearless.

The hound shouted, "Aral Diem, let's go!"

Thousands of pairs of eyes watched as the Hound unsheathed his sword, and Al Diem led the two spearmen to retreat.

The people were silent again, and their unkind eyes became gloomy and hostile.

"We have been deceived by the king!" said someone.

"Joffrey wasn't a king at all, he was incestuous bastard. Someone shouted in the crowd.

"Yes, bastard Joffrey, he is not King Robert's son at all. Someone began to chim.

"He was born of a cousin, and an incestuous cousin. "Someone cursed viciously.

............

Hearing this, Aral Dim was furious, and pointed his sword at the crowd: "Who? who is scolding the king?

"Sir Aral Tim, I command you to retreat!" cried the hound, who had already withdrawn from the crowd of the streets.

Although Alar Tim despised the hounds, his title was higher than that of the hounds, and the hounds were not knights, but he did not dare to disobey the orders of the hounds. It's strange that where there is a knight, the jazz is the supreme officer, but this rule doesn't apply to hounds.

Syllable!

A rotten cabbage fell from the sky and hit Aral Diem's head, and he was furious, and when he looked up, the residential buildings and balconies on both sides of the street were crowded with people, and everyone looked at him with gloomy eyes, as if these people were ghosts, which made people shudder.

"Who?, who threw it?" said Aral Diem's sword at the people on the rooftops and balconies.

"Sir Aral Tim, if you don't retreat, I'll kill you!" cried the hound. The hounds sensed that this was probably a conspiracy, and the king and queen mother did not say that they were going to come here to distribute bread, but the news spread among the refugees, and they had to be careful. The concentration of refugees here exceeds the thousands, and if they get out of control, they will be torn apart by these people.

Aral Tim must not be ordered to beat his horse and leave!

Boom, several rocks hit Aral Diem, and his armor bounced off!

The sound of curses began to sound, and foul language such as cousins, illegitimate children, and incestuous miscellaneous was overwhelming.

The Hound and Aral Diem led the pikes like dogs with their tails between them, and hurried away.

This bloody clash did not happen, but the resentment of the refugees was superimposed on the next one. The undercurrent is turbulent and will eventually explode!

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In the throne hall, Joffrey sat on the Iron Throne, constantly changing his body posture. At the age of thirteen, he was tall, blond, blue-eyed, and handsome, but he really didn't have the patience to deal with the daily petitions of the people.

The little devil handles government affairs at the meeting table of the imperial ministers.

Joffrey's gaze caught Sansa standing in the crowd of ladies. Sansa bowed her head and wore her favorite velvet pale yellow shawl, dignified and elegant. She had already menstruated, and the corners of Joffrey's mouth turned up, revealing a scornful smile. Tomorrow is his name day, and he will be baptized at Baylor Chapel early in the morning with his mother and his courtiers, and then a jousting tournament will be held. When he was done, he decided to leave Sansa alone.

Joffrey had no interest in the affairs that the little devil was responsible for, and he barely listened to a word.

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"Lord Petyr Berish, could you please go to the streets of the flea nest and hand out a few thousand loaves of bread?" said Tyrion Lannister.

The hounds came back to report the flea nest of refugees congregating, and according to the latest report, the refugees continued to gather and began to smash. Some people set fires, but thankfully the flames were quickly extinguished.

"There's no bread left, Prime Minister. Littlefinger said, standing up. He was dressed in a well-cut high-end gown, with a silver imitation bird family crest on the placket, and a straight waist, elegant and noble.

"Oh?" the imp remembers well, Petyr had promised that he had secured the basic food supply of King's Landing through some personal connections and dirty promises.

"If we give out thousands of loaves of bread to refugees, we will run out of food. The grain brought from the secret channel in the south was robbed by bandits in the royal forest. Now that the South is in the hands of Baratheon and the Tyrells, we can't send troops to hunt down the bandits in the Forest. Littlefinger said.

The whispers of the nobles rang out in the hall.

"The food from the north has also been cut off, Robb has been attacking cities and land everywhere in the west, refugees from the west have poured into King's Landing, mountain bandits are haunting the golden road, all the nobles of the west have been forced to fight, and no one cares if we have food in King's Landing. Littlefinger said.

"What about the Riverlands, and the secret channels between you and some of the nobles of the Riverlands?"

"Duke Tywin was unable to cross the Red Fork River to save the Westside after being bitten by Edmure, and the Lord ordered a fire to burn all the crops and villages that could be seen on the plains of the Riverlands, which also caused the nobles of the Riverlands who secretly had connections with me to resent, and suspended all channels for providing us with food a few days ago. My lord, we have no food source in King's Landing, and the current reserves are only enough for the royal family and nobles, and can no longer be distributed to refugees. ”

The chatter in the throne hall became louder, and the nobles and ladies were very uneasy and discussed.

This is the strategy of the Magic Mountain to remind Little Finger that 'if there is a difficulty, if there is no difficulty, if there is no difficulty, you must also go up'! The rumor of distributing bread was released by Little Finger. The interruption of food was also deliberately done by Little Finger. - If there is no difficulty, then create difficulty!

"The refugees dared to make trouble, and they all cut off their heads. Joffrey said suddenly. It was as if he had woken up violently in a sleepwalk on the Iron Throne. He stood up and looked at Sansa Stark in the crowd, "Sansa, come out." ”

Sansa Stark walked out with her head bowed.

"Traitor, look up at your king. Joffrey snapped.

The audience was silent.

Sansa slowly looked up at Joffrey, the prince she had loved dearly.

"Your traitorous father absconded in fear of crime, and your brother led the bandits of the North to kill people everywhere, invaded my grandfather's territory, and committed a heinous crime, and I will one day kill all the Starks. The sins of your father, the sins of your brother Robb, and the sins of your sister Arya, are now upon you, Sir Marin Tran!"

The Kingsguard stepped forward.

"Go and peel me off the dress of the traitor's daughter, so that everyone can see how naked she looks. I'm going to put the Starks in shame before the world. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Marin Tran did not forget the warning he had been given to him by the Mountain, and when the Mountain left King's Landing, he warned him not to touch Sansa Stark, and Marin Tran agreed. However, now the Magic Mountain is not in King's Landing, and the King is the only master to whom he is allegiated.

Marin Tran walked up to Sansa, stretched out two large hands, grabbed the placket of Sansa's dress on her chest twice, and heard a hissing sound, Sansa's dress was torn in half, revealing the silver knitted silk bandeau inside, the little girl screamed, and immediately protected her chest with both hands.

There was an incredible cry of disbelief in the throne hall, and Joffrey laughed.

"Sir Marlin, strip her naked! “

"Yes, Your Majesty. Marin Tran's face was as cold and cruel as iron, Sansa pleaded with her hands on her breast, tears streaming down her face, and Marin Tran was indifferent. He reached out and grabbed the hem of Sansa's skirt and tore it hard, Sansa's dress was torn in two, and Marin Tran threw it casually, and the skirt fell to the ground.

Sansa screamed and crouched down.

"Stop, Sir Marlin!" exclaimed the indignant little devil, who had already seen it, and came out to the foot of the seven steps, staring at Joffrey on the seven steps, "Joffrey's nephew, Sansa is your fiancée! ”

Joffrey's nephew, not King Joffrey.

The little devil is stopping the king from the perspective of the family elders, not from the perspective of the vassals. From the vassal point of view, he is a vassal and Joffrey is the king.

The little devil didn't stop it at the first time, he just wanted to see how much of a bastard his nephew was.

"She's my fiancée, and the Stark family's sinister and rebellious, and I'm the king, and I can do to her as I please. ”

"The Mad King of Elise thinks the same way as you, he is a king, he can do whatever he wants, so do you know what his result is? He was spurned by the people, the dynasty was overthrown, his head was cut off, have you always longed for a good result like the Mad King?"

Joffrey was so angry that his face turned red. He stammered and couldn't speak.

"Little devil, you are not allowed to threaten my king. Ser Beros Braun shouted.

"Bolon!" the little devil shouted.

The mercenary Boron stood out from the ranks of the courtiers and generals and walked to the little devil's side.

"I'm talking to my nephew, teaching him how to be a man, and if Sir Beros Braun interjects again, cut off his tongue. ”

"Yes, Prime Minister. ”

The little devil stared at Sir Beros, whose face had changed: "Sir, this is called a threat. ”

Beros didn't dare to talk back!

The little devil walked up to Marin Tran and reached out for Sansa to pick up the torn gown from the ground, and he draped it over Sansa's body, covering Sansa's body as she squatted on the ground, "I'm sorry, miss. Please forgive my nephew Joffrey for being rude. ”。

Sansa grabbed the gown with both hands to cover her body and slowly stood up. The dress was long, and the hem dragged to the ground.

"Little devil, you want to meddle in the king's affairs, don't blame my sword for being unkind to you. Marin Tran shouted. His eyes were fixed on the little devil, cruel and merciless.

"Shaga, Conn!" the little devil shouted again.

Two strong men with huge axes on their backs stepped out of the queue and stared at Marin Tran.

"I'm going to take this young lady away, and if this white-robed knight wants to stop me, cut off his hands, and chop off his head. ”

"Yes, half-human!" Shaga and Conn screamed in unison, their giant axes in their hands, glaring at Marin Tran, their eyes full of eagerness for each other's move.

"Miss, please!" the little devil bowed, holding out a hand. Sansa held out a hand and placed it on the little devil's hand.

The imp led Sansa away, and Belos Braun and Marin Tran, though they were the Kingsguards, stiffened on the spot and did not dare to move.