"Ah......h

Bran stretched his waist for a long time, and last night, under the dead gaze of his father's serious eyes, Bran finally understood that this father was not just joking, but serious.

"But this is too, I told you so many revelations, and your final conclusion turned out to be to let me sleep well and dream about the cause of the death of the old prime minister." Bran can't help but suspect that the books he read before didn't read correctly, generally speaking, the protagonist and his reborn father show a talent, or show a certain aspect of cultivation genius, that father shouldn't Shi Lezhi say it's good, and then the future of the family will be handed over to the protagonist, what resources, what clan elders, all under the command of the protagonist, even the eldest brother who should have been the next head of the family will silently support in the back. That's not right, why did it become sleep when I came here? Sleep.

Not only that, Ned also found a knight on duty under his command, and followed Bran inch by inch to ensure that Bran could sleep well at night. Well, don't sleep if you change to a cute girl paper Bran, it's the right thing to talk about all night and take advantage of cuteness.

After all, Bran really didn't understand his current father's brain circuits, so he accepted his Green Prophet setting so easily, he understood, because the shapeshifter itself was not a rare and mysterious existence. Hundreds of years ago, King's Landing was still a dragon. I heard that the dragons tethered to the dragon's den were killed one by two by the people of King's Landing. There are also Valyrian steel swords in the hands of major families, which are also made by blacksmiths by magic. In a world where blacksmiths can cast magic, Bran has become a half-baked green prophet who can dream and never work, and it seems that there is really nothing remarkable.

After all, the people of this world are not materialists in their previous lives, any ability is acceptable, and the one-eyed dragon wielding the fire sword has been resurrected several times, and no one else has made any fuss.

As for the original book, it is even more terrifying, Bran has been dead for three or four days, and his mother has resurrected Mrs. Stoneheart. That's really skin, the head fell off and was sewn up, but the throat was cut off and I couldn't speak.

Bran underestimated his father's ability to accept new things, and also overestimated the importance of his own abilities that were exposed, and his pretense of showing off his abilities and then being the master of the house completely failed. Alas, take your time, I'm still too young, just 10 years old. is not developed, he is still a Zhengtai, no matter how stupid his father is, he is also a middle-aged and elderly man in his 50s, people of this age will not cater to him and value him because he has a little talent. At the end of the day, the adult world does not allow the intervention of children. Now that he is a prophet registered in his father's name, when there is anything dangerous, he can just remind him.

"Bran, how are you awake? Did you dream about anything last night? Duke Ned hastily lifted the curtain of the tent and entered.

Bran had a black line on his face, "Father, my awakened green prophetic ability is not complete, and I can't see anything, I can only dream a few fragments in my sleep to warn myself, and these fragments are also out of my control, it's not like I can dream about anything." Bran controlled his urge to hit someone, gritting his teeth. He really can't beat it.

"Hahaha, well, I was negligent," Ned didn't care about his son's stinky little face, thinking that such a son was more cute.

"That's right." Ned, who had just pushed the curtain open and went out, folded back again, "I asked someone to lay a simple futon for you on the hay cart, you are still young, it is too hard to ride a horse every day, if you are tired, you can go to the carriage to rest for a while." Haha, don't get me wrong, I'm not pushing you anything, it's better to be able to dream, it's okay if you don't dream about it. Ned explained dryly, and left the tent under the gaze of Bran's stinking fisheye.

After breakfast, the convoy continued to set off, there were still more than 20 days to go, the speed of the journey back to King's Landing, to the north was slightly faster than when going to Winterfell, on the one hand, it was to unload a lot of gifts in the carriage, reducing the weight of luggage, on the other hand, there were Winterfell knights to make a comparison, the other two knights were not too lazy, and they invisibly accelerated a lot of travel speed.

Bran did not continue to ride after his father, but led Addo to the back of the line, the cart that pulled the hay. There were bundles of dry and neatly stacked hay on it, and Bran had figured it out after having breakfast just now, and it was a pity that he had earned benefits with the ability of the Green Prophet. It's also good to lie down and exercise the shapeshifter little raven during this time.

"Ado, stay by the carriage and don't let anyone else get close." Bran admonished Addo.

"Yes, sir." Although Ado is not stupid in this life, he is also a simple-minded person, and naturally Bran says what is what, and it will be completed without discount.

"Now, throw me up." Because the dry hay was light, the wagon was stacked high, and Bran could certainly climb on it, but that would have covered his clothes with straw sticks. The most important thing is that it's really low to climb up on your own.

"Hmm." Addo replied simply. Picking up Bran from behind, with both hands, Bran was thrown straight up.

Bran stood on top of a haystack, which was like a natural straw mat on top of it, because the grass was bundled up along it. Thanks to a small set of bedding prepared for him, the excess unbundled grass was also sorted out. Lying there, the morning sun shining on his body, the hot, clean air with a hint of grass blowing from the south, beautiful, Bran couldn't help but ...... I can't help but ......

I fell asleep slowly.

"Huh? Where am I? Bran was greeted by a white expanse of snow, and in the middle of the snow, there was a pale fishbeam, "You are in your dream." Behind him, an old voice came, and Bran turned around, and a thin old man stood not far behind him.