"What are you doing? Playing with mud? ”

Joffrey glanced at Arya and Mikay, who had become dirty from their training, and said contemptuously to Bran, unlike the rest of Winterfell, although he was a little tired of the arrogant prince in his heart, at least he still maintained a superficial respect. Bran, on the other hand, had long known what Joffrey had done to the Stark family in the future, so he was usually not a bird to Joffrey. This made the narrow-minded Joffrey secretly hate Bran. At every opportunity, he will do things against Bran, but Bran is on his home turf, and he has never let this shit [miscellaneous] prince take advantage of it.

"Then what are you doing, seducing your brother's fiancée?" Bran didn't get used to Joffrey's intentions in the slightest, nor did she explain to him what she was doing, and instantly went back, disgusting Sansa by the way.

"What are you talking about? How can you slander me like this, I have to tell Mother. Sansa's sharp voice made Bran frown a little, he couldn't get used to this kind of high-pitched, accented accent, and he didn't know what Sansa wanted to do. In just a few days on the road, I learned this specious southern accent, which I thought was a southern aristocratic lady's accent, but to Bran's ears, it was like a big northeastern accent and a stunned Cantonese.

"I'm just doing my duty as a nobleman to walk around with Miss Sansa. Don't talk nonsense to me, you filthy mud-legged Yankee. Joffrey also said angrily, his voice like that of a male goose that had been stepped on.

"Well, while accompanying, drink a little wine, and do something in the woods in a while?" Bran calmly stabbed again, looking at Sansa's red face, Bran knew that she must have been drinking, and the Starks were very strict with girls' upbringing, only allowing a small glass at a major banquet. Seeing Sansa like that, she must have drunk a lot just now, and when she thought of this, she secretly got angry, Mardan, I finally planned a good husband for you who is sensible and obedient, and you are still going down the old road. There is something hateful about the wretched.

Bran still doesn't know women, compared to Tomman, who is still a hairy imp, the naturally handsome blonde boy Joffrey is more attractive to Sansa, and Joffrey is the first heir, if she marries Joffrey, then Sansa will be the queen in the future. It used to be said that every girl has a princess dream, but it's not true. What every girl has should be a queen's dream. Why is there a princess dream, because the princess will marry the prince and will become the queen in the future. If every girl dreams of being a princess, she should urge her father to become a king.

In addition, Cersei instructed Joffrey to deliberately befriend Sansa, and Sansa quickly put her little Toman husband aside, and she had a hot fight with Joffrey these days. Cersei also wants Joffrey to marry Sansa, not Tommen. It's not that he doesn't like Tolman, if Tomman marries Sansa, he will grow up with the support of Beijing, who rivals his brother. She didn't want her two sons to die because of this incident in the future. So she has been helping her eldest son create opportunities these days, and if something "happens", the marriage contract can also be changed.

If Bran knew what Cersei was thinking, he would have told Cersei that she was thinking too much. They won't be so idle in Winterfell as to who will be the king.

"Hey, you guys go away, you don't care what we're doing."

Arya looked at the eldest sister's little face, and she was already angry and pale. Knowing that he had to say something, at least separate the three of them first. She knew Bran wouldn't give in. I don't know when it started, my younger brother began to become arrogant, not as domineering as he appeared to be, but Bran was still very easy-going. It's the kind of arrogance hidden in the bones, it's the arrogance.

Joffrey calmed down. He looked at Arya, and the red-haired boy beside him, who was already stunned and overwhelmed. Very well, little Bran, I can't move you, and I can't move your men?

"Who are you? Brat. Joffrey asked, staring at the red-haired boy.

"Noble lord, my name is Mikay." Mikay still didn't know the situation, he just knew that it was better to shrink his head and talk less, these nobles were so scary.

"He's an apprentice pig killer." Sansa said dismissively.

"He's my friend." Arya isn't happy, I'll let you go first, why are you still scared?

"Come on, silly little pig, pick up your sword and let me see how good you are." Joffrey didn't care about that, he needed to vent, this pariah in front of him was just right, he wanted to cut off the flesh of Bran's subordinate in front of Bran, even the king couldn't stop the duel. Their family now has a request from the Starks, and he knows it. His father had come all the way to Winterfell to seek the help of Duke Stark. He couldn't even duel Bran, because he hurt Bran by mistake, and even his father would punish him.

"It's not a sword, it's a stick, noble lord." Mikay panicked. The aristocratic lord on the opposite side pulled out a real long sword, he was a butcher's apprentice, he had seen the eyes of his master when he killed a pig, and the aristocratic lord in front of him also had the same eyes, this was to kill him.

"I'm your Royal Highness the prince, not some ordinary bullshit nobleman, I said, pick up, your, sword." The brutal Joffrey seems to be unable to hold back

He was now very angry, very eager to see the scene of blood flying, and took the sword in his hand and was about to slash it at Mikay's face.

"I say, Joffrey, have you forgotten me?" Bran picked up Arya's rapier sewing needle, his eyes were cold, and he said with a smile. "Brandon Stark, House Stark of Winterfell, in the witness of the Seven Gods, challenges you." Bran couldn't help it and decided to beat up Joffrey today.

"Haha, okay, this is your own death, then it's no wonder to me." After Joffrey finished speaking, he was about to rush towards Bran, he couldn't kill Bran, this was the bottom line, but he couldn't be blamed for cutting off a hand and scratching his face in a duel, and he didn't propose this duel.

"Wait a minute." Bran suddenly remembered something.

"What? Are you scared? I'm afraid you can beg for mercy, I won't hurt you too badly. ”

Bran ignored the neurosis, and it occurred to him that this Joffrey was not only cruel, but also shameless, and that if he lost the fight, he could go home to his mother. So Bran took out a pen and paper in his arms, wrote a line of words, and threw it to Joffrey, "Sign this first." ”

Joffrey took it, only to see that it read, "Under the glorious witness of the Seven Gods, Brandon Stark launched a fair duel against Joffrey Baratheon, and the death and injury of both sides was the will of the gods, and no one should violate it." ”

"I'm afraid that you will go home and cry to find your mother if you lose, how about it, do you dare to sign?" Bran shrugged his shoulders and threw a pen over and continued to squeeze.

"If you don't dare, you will be the one who should cry and go home." Joffrey was completely relieved, so that even if his father was to blame, he would have proof.

Bran wrote this on a whim, if it weren't for the fact that he had a system mall to exchange paper and pens, this B really couldn't be so happily loaded. "Are you ready? It's all Winterfell, do you want to get your Scarface Hound over as a witness, and if I hurt you badly, I'll carry you back. Bran held the sword in his hand and stood in a zigzag. Indifferent reminders.

"No, you don't." Joffrey thought to himself that if he went to find someone now, it would be a question of whether he would be able to fight.

"Alright, Arya, you call to start. Let you see how the bayonet is used. ”

"Okay, one, two, three, let's go." Arya's little face flushed with excitement and shouted excitedly.

Before the words fell, Joffrey rushed at Bran first, with a cruel smile shining on the corner of his mouth, and the sword in his hand slashed at Bran, as if it was going to kill Bran.