In the two days following that conversation, there were few other surprises, but as the name day of the cheap adoptive mother approached, the high court became more and more lively.

In Lan Li's view, the so-called name day is actually similar to the birthday, with some subtle differences, but the form is basically the same, holding a banquet and welcoming all friends to visit the door to bless them.

However, in the Westeros continent, it is possible to say seventy-seven, or seventy, it is still more solemn, but there are no customs such as sixty-six birthdays here, so although the high court has become more and more lively recently, there are not many high-status people who come to participate in the celebration, most of them are some small nobles who are convenient to come over nearby-

The relationship between the vassal and the vassal is like that between the king and the princes, the princes may be respectful to the king and obey orders, but they do not need to be in a bad mood, and even in Westeros, there are many people who secretly want to remove the feudal king and take the throne themselves.

In fact, in terms of the Riverbend Land alone, the Tyrells, the feudal family, is not the most powerful, and the direct territory is not the largest. In Lan Li's opinion, the strongest person in Riverbend is the Hightower family in Old Town, not to mention anything else, the school city and the church's base camp are in the other city, and the territory is very large, it is simply a hidden boss in Westeros.

It's just that people are low-key, and they don't seem to have much ambition for power, and they have never stolen the limelight from the Tyrell family.

……

The approach of the birthday party made the atmosphere in the castle strong, and the busy figures of the servants did not hinder the leisurely conversation of the nobles with each other, during which Lan Li had been hiding quietly, but someone would always find him to talk to him.

Some of these nobles who came were familiar to him, but there were also many strangers.

Although Lan Li walked around the river bay a while ago, he only visited some of the main nobles in the river bay, and he didn't care about the small aristocratic class at all.

However, it was clear that the news of this had spread throughout the river, and Lan Li could clearly sense that many of the visitors were in awe or curiosity about him.

The Duke of Metz was not in the castle, so with the assistance of Madame Ellery, the heir of the High Court, Villas, personally organized the celebratory banquet, and despite his inconvenient legs, his humble demeanor and humble appearance still won the approval of many of his father's vassals and knights.

And his two younger brothers, Garland and Loras, followed to entertain some nobles of the same age, but they were also busy and basically did not see a shadow.

For a while, Lan Li was quite leisurely, except for exchanging a few words with a few visitors, most of the time he was preparing for his departure from the High Court.

The main thing is to plan the route, the high court is very far away from Dragonstone Island, and there are countless roads during the period, so how to go is a problem that must be considered.

But just as he was in the room, pondering the parchment map, the little girl Margaery suddenly came to the door.

"Grandmother said she wouldn't let me come to you again." After opening the door and putting the little guy into the room, this one said to Lan Li sadly, his expression was aggrieved, and his already moist brown eyes were even more crystal clear at this time.

"Why?" Lan Li was stunned when he heard this.

"Grandmother said you rejected her." The little girl said sadly, "Why did you refuse her? ”

This question is not easy to answer, so Lan Li denied it.

"Why did I refuse, you were there at the time, didn't you hear it?"

"But I didn't understand."

"Your grandmother fooled you." Lan Li replied with a smile, and raised her hand to pinch her little nose: "Besides, why are you crying?" It doesn't matter if I refuse or not, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

"Grandmother said she wouldn't let me come to you again." The little girl replied aggrievedly, her head lowered, and her long silky brown hair seemed a little messy.

"And why are you here now?"

Margaery was stunned for a moment, then blinked.

"I forgot."

Lan Li was speechless, so she patted her on the head and said, "Then now that you remember, go back quickly, you will be scolded if your grandmother finds out." ”

"I'm not going back!" As the girl spoke, her fawn-like eyes became sparkling and moist again, and her nose began to twitch, "Grandmother is unreasonable, why should I listen to her?" ”

"Who else can you listen to if you don't listen to her?" Lan Li said: "And you are so old, why do you always cry and cry?" ”

"You're leaving, aren't you allowed me to cry?"

She raised her sleeve as she spoke, wiping her tears: "Velas said, we won't see you for years. ”

Lan Li didn't say anything when he heard this.

Although he had a little conflict with his cheap adoptive mother not long ago, this did not affect his sense of the high court, after a long time, he had long been accustomed to the people and everything here, and now that he was about to leave, he also had a lot of reluctance.

It's not like modern society, where you can communicate with friends and family anytime with a phone call or text message, and for people in Westeros, parting represents a long time of separation, and it is even possible that they will never see each other again in their lifetime.

Of course, their current situation is not so exaggerated, but at least, the person who has grown up with him since childhood is suddenly leaving, or the kind that has not been seen for many years, and the little girl is usually indifferent even if she is optimistic and cunning.

"You can write letters." Lan Li proposed, "Write to Dragonstone, or King's Landing." ”

Raven communication isn't that convenient, and it's expensive, but at least it's a solution.

"I don't like to write." The little girl pouted when she heard this.

"Then forget it." Lan Li rolled her eyes, stood up and continued to work on herself.

The other party sniffled when he saw this.

"I'm going to miss you, Lan Li, can you sing me a song before you leave?"

"No problem."

The little girl's face was overjoyed when she heard this, and then she began to wait quietly.

However, she stared dryly at the black-haired young man sketching the map on the table for a long time, and didn't see any movement from the other party, so she couldn't help but remind her.

"Why don't you sing?"

"Haven't I left yet?" Lan Li looked back at her in surprise: "What are you anxious about?" ”

"Will you sing one now?"

"Nope."

"Sing one, Lan Li, they don't sing as well as you."

Looking up and blinking her eyes full of anticipation, the girl's expression when she was coquettish was extremely interesting, but Lan Li didn't eat it, but raised her hand and rubbed her soft brown hair with a few small braids, and even the little girl broke her skills in an instant.

"Oops, you're so annoying!"

She scrambled to protect her head, and stepped back.

"If you can't say no, don't think about it."

Lan Li replied with a sneer, turned around and continued to busy himself, not ready to pay attention to this cunning little ghost.

Maybe this little guy was really sad at first, but then she was completely acting, and the purpose was nothing, but this attitude had to be combated.

"Stingy." The girl's dissatisfied voice came from behind.

Lan Li ignored it, and after shouting a few more words, and after getting no response, she snorted and left angrily.

"I won't miss you, and I won't write to you when you're gone!"

Listening to the sound of the door slamming behind him, Lan Li smiled dumbly, then rolled up the map that had outlined the route and put it in the desk drawer, turned around and was about to check his other bags, but another child suddenly came to the door.

"Great, sir." This time it was a little fat man with a round face and black hair, a pair of small short legs and a round body, which looked like a large leather ball with long limbs.

Facing Lan Li's gaze, the little fat man couldn't help but shrink his neck, bowed his head and said in a cower's voice: "You, your letter." ”

As he spoke, he handed over a rolled-up parchment letter with his small, fleshy hand, his trembling arms looking tense.

No wonder that Blue Road. Tully was going to be angry, Ranley thought.

This boy named Samwell is really timid, he has been brought back for several days, dressing and running errands and even pouring urinals, and the number of contacts is not small, but this guy is still afraid of life, but it is really ......

The sigh in his heart did not affect him to take the letter, and after spreading it out and looking at it, Lan Li couldn't help frowning.

The letter was signed by Kans, a scholar belonging to the Dominion of Dragonstone, and it was written about an attack on a vassal of Lan Li's command in a place called the Crab Claw Peninsula.

Over the years, the maester named Kans has written every once in a while to report on Dragonstone, but most of them have been things that Lan Li thinks are boring.

Only in the last letter, this person mentioned this crab claw peninsula.

The Crab Claw Peninsula is a very special place, close to the bay where Dragonstone Island is located, and theoretically belongs to the Saitiga family of Crab Island, the vassals of Lan Li.

But in fact, there has always been disobedience there, or rather, before the Baratheon dynasty, the Crab Claw Peninsula was actually a direct vassal of the Targaryens, and they were loyal to the Targaryens, and even always considered themselves to be the model subjects of the Dragons.

Because it was so poor that it was full of swamps, it was of little value, and the royal family didn't bother to bother with such a thing, and only told the people of the Setiga family to solve it themselves—

As a result, they haven't collected any taxes from there until now.

Lan Li didn't care about the tax that was not collected, because it had been like this for more than ten years, but now that the people of the Crab Claw Peninsula dared to attack, it had to make him mutter.

Even if the Targaryen has signs of recovery, isn't it not yet recovering, and those exemplary subjects are not so straightforward, right?

Who gave them such guts?

Feeling that there might be something hidden in this matter, Lan Li put away the letter after thinking about it, and then patted the shoulder of the little fat man who had been standing carefully in front of him, causing the other party to be frightened.

"Be prepared."

Lan Li ignored the coward's expression and commanded, "As soon as the banquet is over tomorrow, we will leave for Dragonstone Island immediately." ”