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On the King's Road, a procession of mightier than it had arrived slowly marched forward, the banners of the Crowned Stag, the Icefield Running Wolf and the Roaring Lion whistling and shaking in the wind. There were obviously many knights from the north in the ranks, with resolute faces, angular foreheads, stiff cheekbones and wolf-like eyes, all of whom were the best soldiers of a hundred battles, Stark's most loyal men.

Du Yu was also in the group, which was a bit unexpected, because it was not until early in the morning that everyone was ready to leave, and Eddard Stark sent someone to inform him to come with him, supposedly because Robert Baratheon agreed to Stark's request to take the Oriental man with him, so that he could see the prosperity of King's Landing, the capital of his country.

However, after he joined the team, King Robert did not summon him, so it was okay to be happy.

The group has its own hearts, joy, conspiracy, betrayal, loyalty, all buried deep in their hearts.

Du Yu rode his horse and walked slowly, looking at Joffrey Baratheon, the theoretical heir of Westeros, the nominal prince of Robert Baratheon, but in fact the child of Cersei and Jaime's incestuous child.

Many people who read the novel and the wandering poets in the book like to ridicule Robert Baratheon for his brainless stupidity, mocking him for not knowing people and dealing with things in a bad way, and Joffrey is directly regarded as the ultimate embodiment of his stupidity, his queen cuckolded himself under his nose, and the three royal heirs are not his own children.

But after really crossing over, Du Yu realized that just based on his hair color or something, he concluded that everything was just nonsense, and no one would believe it.

Joffrey had his sister's long hair and his mother's deep blue eyes, was younger than Jon and Robb but taller than both, had a handsome face, had a great figure, and looked great in armor and capes.

And it is also mentioned in the book that before Robert Baratheon became a middle-aged fat man, he was also a burly, heroic, well-groomed and clean man, with clear eyes, which made a young girl dream of a young man. It seems that except for the hair color, from the outside, no one would question the blood relationship between Joffrey and the king if it were not deliberately suspected.

On top of that, as King Robert looked at the three children, he just thought that they were born to Cersei, inherited his mother's blonde hair, and then the blonde thought of Lannister, and then he felt nauseous, and reached for a wine glass to numb himself.

He had complained to Ed that he was surrounded by a bunch of blonde hair, Lannister's blonde, and three children were one of them in his eyes.

He doesn't care and doesn't care. Just thinking about the girl he loved for years, Lyanna Stark. Robert, who ascended to the Iron Throne, is actually dead inside, and has been immersed in the nostalgia for his fiancée, which, combined with his own prejudice against the Lannisters, has led to his relationship with Cersei almost exclusively treating her as bedding.

When Robert dies, he chases the others away and leaves Ed alone to make a will, which is almost identical to the original and the series, Robert tells Ed that he wants to do the right thing before he dies, passing the throne to his rightful heir, his eldest son. He asked Ed to be the regent's assistant until his eldest son came of age.

He had always thought of those three children as his own, and he hadn't thought about the color of his hair, because he had never cared about it, and no one had fanned the flames in his ears.

For a person who mourns more than he dies, Robert's will before his death can also show that he is not low IQ, he just doesn't care and doesn't care.

Du Yu took his eyes off Joffrey, and looked at the fat king riding a tall horse in the distance, he sighed in his heart, not sympathy, but emotion, everyone has their own lonely story, and they have their own truth.

Don't wake up with water, just drink the wine like a dream!

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Most of the time is consumed on the road

Han Yu has a famous saying: "If you are humble, you are ashamed, and if you are prosperous, you are close!" ”

It's about apprenticeship, but it's not limited to apprenticeship, when Du Yu clashed with Eddard Stark's guards before, the reason why he was insulted was that Du Yu didn't answer in time, on the one hand, the guards thought that Du Yu was a civilian, and his status was far lower than himself, but he still put on a swag to take a big show, and this kind of contempt for the inferior made him ashamed, so the conflict naturally arose.

Making a person feel embarrassed is definitely the best way to pull hatred, and there is no one.

And Arya Stark seems to be quite talented in this regard, which is probably the so-called character determines fate, even with the variable of Du Yu, Arya still angered Prince Joffrey without any suspense.

Just as Sansa was already fully engaged in her admiration for Joffrey, she and Prince Joffrey were walking along the banks of the Trident, chatting and joking, and Joffrey's words were slightly clumsy and dissonant, and his words were full of his usual haughtyness, but these were nothing to Sansa's heart

Sansa felt as if she had soared into the sky. Spend a whole day with her Prince Charming! She looked at Joffrey adoringly, and even the occasional glance made her heart skip a beat.

The two of them look like princesses and princes from fairy tales, until they meet Arya and Mikay, who are playing in the woods.

Joffrey saw Arya's dexterous and Mikay's knight-like slapstick game, although Du Yu taught Arya some footwork and basic movements, but her strength was not as strong as Mikay's, and the other party blocked her with a sword, and swept her sword to the side, slashing her fingers hard. She immediately dropped her weapon and screamed in pain.

Joffrey laughed happily, and Sansa recognized her sister at a moment's notice.

"Arya, is that you?" She exclaimed in disbelief.

"Go away." With tears of anger in her eyes, Arya shouted at them, "What are you doing here?" Leave our business alone. ”

"The little brother who killed the pig also wants to be a knight, doesn't he?" Joffrey rolled over and dismounted, sword in hand. "Little butcher, pick up your sword." His eyes sparkled with pleasure, "Let's see if you're qualified." ”

Joffrey pressed forward step by step, partly because of the urge to show his face in front of the beautiful Sansa, and on the other hand, the tyrannical factor from his nature that caused his 'lion's teeth' to glow in the sun.

"You're just a pig-killing brother, not a knight at all." Joffrey raised his 'lion' fang, the tip of his sword pointed at Mikay's cheek under his eyes, and the butcher's apprentice stood in place trembling. "You just hit my young lady's sister, do you know?" A crimson flower of blood bloomed where the sword pierced, and a red line slowly flowed down the boy's face.

"Stop!" Arya screamed, grabbing the stick she had just dropped.

Sansa was a little scared, after all, she was just an ordinary young girl, and she was completely flustered among her family and the objects of admiration: "Arya, don't, don't interfere! ”

"I'm not going to take him ...... It hurt too badly. "Prince Joffrey told Arya that his eyes never took off the butcher's apprentice.

Arya lunged at him.

Sansa hurriedly jumped off her horse, but it was too late. Arya grabbed the stick in both hands and struck it the back of the prince's head, only to hear a click, and the stick cracked. Joffrey staggered around and cursed loudly. Mikay pulled out his leg and fled into the woods. Arya swung her bat again, but this time Joffrey raised her 'lion's fangs, breaking and shaking her broomstick into the air.

With blood on the back of his head and anger burning in his eyes, Sansa screamed, "Stop, you both stop, you've messed things up." ”

But no one listened to her. Arya picks up a rock and throws it at Joffrey's head, but hits his horse. The blood-red steed raised its front legs and galloped after Mikay. "Stop! Don't hit! Sansa screamed. Joffrey swung his sword at Arya, swearing horrible expletives.

At this time, Arya was also so frightened that she hurriedly retreated, and even Du Yujiao's footwork was in a hurry, Joffrey pressed forward and forced her to the edge of the forest where there was no way out, Arya stepped on a small stone under her feet, and slipped to the ground with a "brush", Joffrey put the sword on her neck, and the sharp tip of the sword was about to cut through the warm veins.

It was too late, it was too soon, a gray shadow flashed past her, and the next moment Nemelia had jumped on Joffrey's right hand and opened her mouth to bite. The wolf threw the man to the ground, and as soon as he let go of his sword, he fell, and both man and wolf rolled on the grass, and the wolf roared and tore, and the prince screamed and screamed. "Get it away!" He screamed, "Get it out!" ”

But Arya was unmoved, and let the Icewolf bite the prince until his entire arm was a bloody blur

Only then did he open his mouth and shouted, "Nymelia! ”

She always remembered what Du Yu said: "You can let your opponent go, but make sure he doesn't threaten your life!" But it was clear that the little girl had not really grasped the essence of this sentence, and she did not kill anyone, but chose to temporarily abolish one of the prince's arms.

At the end of the day, she's still a kid after all.

Icewolf immediately let go of Joffrey and ran to Arya's side. The prince lay in the grass, holding his wounded arm and sobbing. His clothes were covered in blood. Arya said, "She didn't ...... you either It hurts too much. "She picked up the lion's tooth and stood in front of him, sword in both hands.

Joffrey looked up at her and let out a frightened whimper. "Don't," he said, "don't hurt me, or I'll tell my mother." ”

"Don't kill him!" Sansa screams at her sister.

Arya spun around sharply and threw the sword out with all her strength. The sword flew across the river, its blue-steel blade glittering in the sun, and finally fell into the water with a thud, and sank in an instant. Joffrey groaned again. Arya ran to her mount, and Nymelia followed her.

After they left, Sansa walked over to the prince. He closed his eyes in agony, his breath short. Sansa knelt beside him. "Joffrey," she sobbed, "Oh, look what good they have done to hurt you like this." Don't be afraid, my poor prince, I'll ride to the manor and get someone to help. She reached out and gently brushed away his soft blonde hair.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was only hatred and the most complete contempt in his eyes. "Then get out of here." He spat at her. "Also, no—no—no—touch—me."

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When the prince and Sansa return to the camp, Joffrey cries to his mother, reversing black and white, adding fuel to the chauff, Arya Stark becomes a wanted little girl, no one can find her, and King Robert angrily slaps the table and urges Eddard Stark to bring her daughter.

And the center of the incident, Arya Stark, is now sitting in Du Yu's tent with her ice wolf Namelia.

"A little girl is in trouble." Du Yu wiped his antler knife very calmly, this is not another name for the blade meridian mandarin duck Yue of the Bagua Gate, but it is very similar to the antler handle of the knife body in many film and television works, which can be used as a sword, but more tricks are knife skills, pay attention to continuous, gushing endlessly, like a swimming dragon, such as a flying phoenix, and there are thousands of changes.

The blade glowed with a frightening chill in the firelight, and it seemed ready to drink blood at any moment.

Arya didn't speak, just sat on the other end of the tent with her legs crossed, her little face flushed with melancholy and a hint of inexplicable fear.

"Are you afraid of something, afraid that they will kill your wolf?" Du Yu's voice was low, and his tone was a bit like that of a faceless one.

Arya didn't speak, but buried her head between her legs and began to cry softly.

Du Yu stretched out his hand and touched the hair of this wayward little girl, Arya can always give people a feeling of a younger sister, and her naughtiness and her strength will be loved, which is probably why many people joke about confessing to Erya in reality.

"You don't need to be afraid, you can let your wolf go first, and then go to your father, believe me, his friendship with King Robert is extraordinary, King Robert will not punish you, if there is any problem, I will help you." Du Yu said warmly.

"Is he really not going to punish me? But I can't bear Namelia. The little girl's eyes were a little red, and she raised her head to look at Du Yu and said in a tone full of hope and uncertainty.

"He won't, you're still a child, and he'll never embarrass you, but Nymeria, this wolf must leave, or the Lannisters will skin it. As your clan's proverb says, winter is coming, and a difficult time is coming, so you need to protect yourself, at least not from the willfulness, anger, run, and disobedience you did in Winterfell...... It's all a child's trick in the summer. ”

Du Yu paused, looked at Arya's reddish but star-bright eyes and said.

"Here and now, winter is coming, and it cannot be compared with the past. Now, you need to grow up and take responsibility, otherwise, even your father will not be able to protect you. ”

"Aloin, will you protect me?" Arya asked after a moment of silence.

"Of course I'll protect you, but I'll soon leave Westeros to go to the Free City-States across the Narrow Sea, to Braavos, to Slavery Bay, and I can't be by your side all the time."

Arya didn't speak again, Du Yu saw that her eyes were full of tears, her eyes turned red again, her expression seemed to be struggling, and after a long time, she left Du Yu's camp with her wolf in her arms.

The crescent moon hung high, like a cold-lit scimitar hanging in the sky, and a mournful wolf howl was heard in the distance.

Du Yu took a bite of rabbit meat, chewed a piece of cheese, lowered his head with a heavy heart, looked deeply into the raging flames of jumping, smiled sadly, and closed the curtain of the camp tent to sleep.

The conflict between the wolf and the lion has just begun, and this is just a small friction that serves as an appetizer.