King's Landing.

A young white man in a cloak weaves through the shadow of the alley (yīn). His skin was as fair as that of a woman, and his face looked kind, amiable, and apparently pampered.

He wraps himself in a black cloak, not sure to protect himself from sunburn or to maintain a sense of mystery, but his black cloak does make it undetectable for him to hide (shēn) in the shadows of the alleys.

He stopped at the mouth of a small alley that smelled foul enough for only one person to pass through, and then took out a mirror for makeup, and if anyone who could not see his face would really think of him as a lady who was admiring herself.

It looks like he's checking his makeup, but he's actually using the mirror's shè to quietly check his surroundings.

As if noticing that there were no suspicious stalkers, he put away the mirror and walked into the alley with a roll of cloak (shēn).

Even in broad daylight, there is not a single ray of sunlight here, and my feet feel slimy and slippery on the ground, as if I am walking in a swamp.

His cloak hung on the ground, dragging it all the way through the viscous liquid, obscured by the shadow of (yīn), whether it was a mixture of sewage and sludge or something else.

The fat white man didn't care about the heaviness of his cloak, but he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief in disgust, and it wasn't until after walking about a dozen steps that the smell in the air turned to the musty smell of rotting wood, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, there was a noise ahead, and a short (shēn) figure appeared in front of the fat white man. The fat white man was not frightened by this, as if it was a matter of course.

He continued to move steadily, and it was only in the faint light of the sky that he could see the true face of the diminutive (shēn) shadow. It was a skinny boy with dirty, tangled black curls that hadn't been taken care of for some time. He flashed a pair of big eyes, looking at the white fat man with a blank eye.

He looked no different from most orphans who had struggled to grow up in King's Landing.

The fat white man squatted down and took off his hood, revealing a bald head as smooth and shiny as a goose egg.

He started talking to the boy, and he stroked the boy's head, not caring that his hair was sticky to the touch. Then he smiled kindly, gave the boy a silver coin, and then turned (shēn) out of the alley, which made people not want to stay longer.

"Poor boy! Come, take this silver coin, and have a full meal! "Even if someone sees their conversation, they must think that this is what they are talking about.

However, the content of their conversation is very different from what most people imagine:

"My little bird, what news have you brought me?" The fat white man said as he stroked the boy's head.

"Dear eight-clawed spider, I bring news of the Battle of the Trident - Prince Rhaegar has been killed, the rebels have won a great victory, and they are already marching on King's Landing." What popped out of the skinny boy's mouth wasn't some miserable (shēn) or pleading and crying.

The white man returned to the street, and after returning to his mansion to change his heart, he had him taken in a sedan chair to the magnificent red castle.

"Please tell Your Majesty that his humble (qíng) chief of the newspaper is that Varys has something important to see!" The fat white man, or Lord Varys, came to the front of the hall and spoke to the guards guarding the door of the hall.

After a short while, the guards came out again, and said "Your Majesty has ordered you to go in!" Varys was able to follow him into the hall.

It's a magnificent but eerie hall of the forest, and it's clear that it's daylight, but here it's like the alley-like forest, with only a little glimmer of light shining through the cracks in the windows. The giant dragon skulls that hang high as decorations make this place feel like a haunted house.

It has to be said that even after death, these dragons are still extremely shocking, and it is hard to imagine how majestic they must have been.

In the center of the big (diàn), a huge brazier burned a raging fire at least two meters high, and the firelight jumped in the dark hall (yīn), and those huge and hideous keels were reflected in the strange green firelight, leaving a terrifying and terrifying shadow on the wall, twisting and twisting with the beating of the firelight, as if it was the rebirth of a demon dragon.

A mysterious man in a hood was chanting something by the huge brazier, and as he chanted, he threw something into the brazier. The flames suddenly became even higher.

Varys wiped the sweat from his forehead, then walked slowly towards the ugly Iron Throne and its ugly master in front of him.

Varys looked trembling and treading on thin ice, much to the satisfaction of the man on the Iron Throne, who wanted the fear of others.

But Varys was not afraid, he was sweating profusely, not because of fear, but because of the flames, and it was summer, and he was still building a fire in the house.

"It's just an oven! God knows how His Majesty on the throne could endure such heat! Varys thought to himself.

He came to the Iron Throne, smiled, and bowed to the man on the throne, "Your Majesty, I have news about the Battle of the Trident!" The shadow of the senile (shēn) seated on the throne then took his eyes off the blazing flames.

Two years later, "Mad King" Aerys has grown even older, his face is full of wrinkles, his beard is completely white, his beard is almost down to his knees, and the nails on his hands are curled and dirty because they are too long, turning yellow, and some parts are starting to crack.

If it weren't for the crown on his head, he would have been like a homeless homeless man or an old beggar.

He described it as withered, like a humanoid skeleton, but his eyes shone with madness and paranoia, and the crown on his head seemed to be such a burden that he had to lean his head on the Iron Throne, which added a bit of arrogance to him.

Unfortunately, the Iron Throne is not a friendly thing, and is covered with scars and blood scabs on Iris's forearms and wrists, so much so that he looks like a poor craftsman. But his blood scab is not a keepsake left behind by cheap strips, but a "gift" from the Iron Throne.

This chair, which represents Westeros' supreme power, is definitely the least friendly and uncomfortable chair in Westeros as well.

He was personally crafted by Aegon the Conqueror who melted hundreds of swords of defeated soldiers with dragon flame, given that the melting was not complete, and that Aegon the Conqueror may be a first-rate ruler, but he was clearly a bad craftsman.

The chair he made by himself should be named "The Shame of the Home Furnishing World", which can almost be used as the most typical negative teaching material in the Home Furnishing Industry.

But he also has his good intentions, he thinks: the king should not sit comfortably!

This idea is actually a bit of a cautionary tale, which is what we call the truth of "born in sorrow, died in peace". It also implies that the throne is not easy to come by, and the king should be cautious again and again, and must not relax at any time.

However, the feeling of sitting on it is worse, it is simply a veritable "pins and needles", and despite the friction and pulp of the successive masters (pì) over the years, the Iron Throne can only be barely sitting.

To sit comfortably is wishful thinking! There was no other way to sit in this chair than to sit upright, as there was still an incompletely melted blade on the armrest, which was the culprit for the wound on Aerys's hand.

It's funny to say, if any unlucky king dies of tetanus because his finger was scratched by the quick mouth on the Iron Throne, his death would definitely be included in the "Stupid Death" column. (One of the columns in my most (ài) historical comedy documentary "Bad History" is a very joyful and interesting historical documentary worth watching.) ）

Next to Aerys' throne stood a tall young man dressed as a Kingsguard, who must have been Jaime from the sleek chin that protruded from under his visor. Lannister.

"Say, Octopus Spider, I hope you don't disappoint me again, if a spider can't weave webs, then there is no need for him to exist!" Aerys looked at the "eight-clawed spider" at the bottom, and his words revealed a slight chill.

He was apparently resentful of Varys's misinformation about Rhaeggar's attempt to plot at the Harrenhal tournament last time.

After all, Rhaegar was almost in a state of decadence after that, and recently he went directly to Dorne to play seclusion, which didn't seem to be a rebellion at all.

Variston felt his heart tighten, "Your Majesty, it is rumored outside that Prince Rhaegar was killed in the Battle of the Trident!" The rebels are already marching on King's Landing! Hearing his words, the "Mad King" was stunned.

Looking at the "Mad King's" distorted watch (qíng), Varys immediately added: "Of course, this may not be true, after all, there are always rumors of variety!" It is unknown whether the Mad King listened to Varys' addition.

The Mad King did not go as angry as he had imagined, but instead fell silent, and even a sad god (qíng) appeared on his face.

He waved weakly at Varys for him to go down, and then shouted to the warlock by the brazier, "Count Rosat! ”

They seemed to be talking about something again, but Varys had already left the hall, and all he could hear vaguely was words like "Fire~King's Landing~Ashes~King", followed by the eerie laugh of the "Mad King" like a hellish ghost.

Within a few days, a large army appeared under King's Landing, not the rebels as expected, but an army belonging to the Lannisters, led by none other than Tywin? Lannister.

"Mad King" really thinks Tywin? The Lannisters had suddenly become great loyalists, and perhaps it was the years they had spent together in their youth that had come to him that he had forgotten how much humiliation he had given Tywin?

The always suspicious "Mad King" actually approved of the proposal of the "Scholar" Paxiel despite Varys's strong opposition, and put the Lannister's "Qinwang Army" into King's Landing!

"It's a wolf in the house!" Varys thought to himself that this would be the last time he would see the Mad King, and had to say that although Varys had lied to the Mad King about many previous events (qíng), such as the Rhaegar rebellion (qíng).

He did this only to highlight his own importance (xìng), but in this matter (qíng), Varys was rarely honest, but unfortunately his only golden words were taken on deaf ears by the "Mad King".