King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, a port city built on the seashore, the towering Red Keep is built on a cliff, from a distance, it looks like a giant axe that has been cleaved into the sea, this is the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, the seat of the Iron Throne, here, the abandoned dragon's lair tells the age of the dragon, St. Belle's Cathedral serves the Seven Gods, and even the stench of Flea Street is called by those who like it - the smell of wealth, although it is more like the smell of fertilizer.

And today, on the bell tower of St. Belle's Church, bells are ringing as if King's Landing were wailing, because a great prime minister is gone, and people may not know it, in order to serve a mediocre king who can only hunt and drink, keeping the Seven Kingdoms thriving. What a hard work this old man from the valley has put in.

But he just lay there quietly, with the Divine Stone on his eyes, the eyes painted with Dragonstone Island glaze mineral pigments---- the eyes of the Seven Gods, and the people of Westeros believed that after death, people would never see again.

In order to find the way to heaven, it is necessary to borrow the eyes of the seven gods to see everything clearly, and all kinds of candles are placed next to the corpse to illuminate the dark world where the soul is located, and the smoke of wormwood rolls is burned to dispel the spirits of the evil spirits that peck at the body.

The seven priests, dressed in the same robes and carrying sails of seven-pointed stars on their backs, stood around him, circumambulating and praying that one of the seven gods would receive his soul and let him live forever in heaven.

Queen Cersei leaned on the side of the church corridor, quietly watching from a distance, with an indissolate sorrow in her eyes, when people face death, there is always a trace of sentimentality, just like many people in the cemetery after attending the funeral, will inexplicably cherish their lives, that kind of anyone will have such a day to feel really bad.

"If my husband knows about it, maybe I'll die like him tomorrow."

Cersei thought to herself, "No, maybe it's worse, maybe I won't have a decent funeral like this, maybe I'll have my head cut off by Sir Pyne, that royal executioner, and then sew the head around the horse's neck and give it back to my father"

"As your brother, I feel obligated to warn you."

With the sound of riding boots walking on the stone slab, a male voice sounded in Cersei's ears, Cersei looked up, it was a face that looked like herself, her knife-like and resolute face was a little less feminine than her own, and her cynical smile set off his temperament more and more evil. The Lannisters' short blond hair tells others that this is a golden lion who has debts to pay. This is her twin brother and her lover, Jaime Lannister.

"You're too worried, you're going to get wrinkles."

"Well, you have a big heart, you don't have to worry about anything," Cersei couldn't help but scoff, looking at the little brother with a blank face. Cersei felt inexplicable anger in her heart, and simply turned her head and stopped looking at him.

"When we were seven years old, you dared to jump off the cliffs of Kaiyan City." Cersei couldn't help but complain about Jaime's black history. "It's 100 feet from the river, and you don't know how to be scared like a dumbfounder."

"If you don't tell my father, there's nothing I'm afraid of in this matter." James smiled bitterly, he had been beaten up by his father that time. Having broken three leather whips, he had become the only hope for Castle Rock since his mother gave birth to his younger brother, and as for his younger brother, his father had not cared for the poor dwarf brother at all.

"We're Lannisters, and Lannisters aren't stupid." Jaime learned what his father had taught him when he whipped him, hoping to make his sister laugh.

Cersei didn't smile, but turned to look at the Prime Minister who was lying quietly, "What if Jon Arryn told someone else?" ”

"Who can he tell about such a secret thing?"

"My husband."

"If he had told the King, you and I would have hung our heads on the gates of the city by now to be dried and made of bacon, and whatever Jon Arryn knew, would have vanished with his death."

"And our Robert King will choose a new Prime Minister to help him when he is in heat and hunting for wild boars, huh? I don't think I'm saying the opposite, right? When James mentioned King Robert, he looked down on him, this fat pig who eats and drinks all day long, is indeed not a wise monarch.

Cersei's lips twitched slightly, and she almost didn't laugh out loud, in heat with a wild boar? This is a fitting analogy. All the jokes that mocked her fat pig husband always made her laugh. She quickly restrained her smile and raised her eyes to look at her brother, hoping that her brother didn't notice her smiling, and let her brother coax her more.

"And life goes on." Jaime looked into his sister's eyes and said affectionately, yes, we will continue to be together in the future, and that's enough, isn't it?

Cersei looked at her brother, who was as wise as a philosopher, like a little fan girl who saw an idol. Most people see. It's her brother's extraordinary swordsmanship, but who knows that her brother is so smart.

"You should be the prime minister"

"No, no, I can't do it, the position of prime minister, their work is too much, and their lives are too short." Jaime looked at Jon Arryn's corpse in the distance and said meaningfully..........

What is Bran doing at this time?

He's going to school, that's right, he's going to school, and the Middle Ages will go to school? Yes, the nobles have tutors who teach you the relationship between your family and other nobles, your subordinates are loyal to your family, the famous historical ancestors of the major families, the glorious deeds, when two nobles who don't know each other know each other, the first thing to introduce is their family name, not their first name, and only close friends call their names.

Knowing the other person's surname, it is necessary to praise his father, or his ancestor with glorious deeds, if you don't know anything about a family of about the same size as yours. It's a very rude thing.

The approximate dialogue format is as follows

"Hello, the contemptible person's surname is Mao, and the cursive character Wenlong."

"Oh? It's the hair of that family, and I'm lucky to be lucky."

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed of my ancestors, I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

"Oh, the little surname is Yue, ancestor Yue Fei."

"Looking up for a long time, the ancestors jumped on the horse and smashed the Huanglong Mansion, and their heroism is admirable."

"If you can get your conclusion, Xiao Ke's ancestors must be tolerant under Jiuquan, don't you know that the Tang Sect and Song Ancestors don't deserve half of Ling Zun's praise, and the villain kneels and thanks."

Converted to A Song of Ice and Fire, it looks like this.

"Hello, I'm from the North of the Bitter Winter Howl, my last name is Stark, and Bran is my name"

"My lord, hello, your surname is Stark, it is not that Duke Eddard Stark is your father, and the Seven Kingdoms are telling his name, I heard that in the war to overthrow the Mad King, he swung his sword to defeat Barabala, the sword of dawn...... Your ancestor, Balabala, ......, I am from that family, and my father asked me to take him to greet you."

"Oh? Whoever your father used to serve, his bravery is admirable."

It's boring to learn this, Bran thought to himself as he dozed off. Ever since Bran had silenced our beloved Duke Ned at the place of execution, his good father had remembered him, not only increasing the amount of time he spent practicing archery, but also adding history lessons, etiquette lessons, calligraphy lessons, and math lessons.

Mathematics class is easy to say, as a high school student who claims to be the strongest era in his life, he knows astronomy and geography, draws the cell structure, and recalls the great river.

But Bran really doesn't want to learn history, it's not that Bran is not interested in history, in fact, when Bran was in high school in his previous life, his favorite thing was history, and reading history makes people smart, this sentence is not just talking.