"Arya, your sister really went to find Joffrey, didn't she?" Du Yu was really a little unbelievable, in such a day when the world was vegetarian and the whole country was mourning, Sansa didn't even use her brain to think that this was a Lannister trap.

"Well, the vicious queen of Lannister sent for her early this morning, and she went out in high spirits." Arya had a slightly disdainful look on her face, as if she looked down on Sansa's actions.

"Well, well." Arya's reaffirmative words let Du Yu know that there is really no room for change in this matter, and it is a foregone conclusion. It seems that he really needs to go to the palace, but he still underestimates the courage of this Cersei Lannister, is there also the instruction of Duke Tywin behind this, Du Yu kept thinking in his heart, so Duke Ed has probably become a prisoner.

Arya looked at Du Yu's constantly changing face from the side, one moment it was very ugly, one moment it seemed to be thinking, one moment it seemed to be planning something bad, and one moment it seemed to be worried about something, her eyes were worried.

"Aloin, what's wrong? Sansa, is she in danger! Arya's voice suddenly became tense, she didn't like her sister, because the two had very different worldviews, but it was still her sister, her dearest family. By the way, she must have been captured and detained by the vicious queen, Oloin, you will save her, right? And also...... My father"

Her hands grabbed Du Yu's sleeves and pulled them tightly, her voice was full of unconcealable anxiety, the blood on her face faded, and her red little face suddenly became a little gray. She suddenly thought of her father, Eddard, the dearest and most important person to her, and her voice stopped abruptly, and her throat was a little astringent, and she could no longer speak.

"I will, Arya, and I'll do my best to save them." Du Yu touched Arya's head, squatted down, looked at the other party at eye level, and looked at the cute little guy in front of him and comforted him gently and solemnly.

"Don't worry, Lord Eddard is a loyal and honorable man, and there is no reason for the state to arrest him, even if the Lannisters are Joffrey's mother!" He said this to his own heart, but it gave Arya obvious confidence.

"Uh-huh!" Arya nodded vigorously, looking a little excited, obviously her trust in Du Yu was rooted in her heart, and she was even a little blind, which made Du Yu even more embarrassed.

"Arya, listen to me, you go along this road all the way, and when you turn the left corner, there will be a big man in cloth with a black crow embroidered on his body and a giant axe in his hand, find him, go with him, he knows where to take you, after I save your sister and Duke Eddard, I will be there." Du Yu held her little shoulders, looked into her eyes and instructed seriously.

"yes, I see." She nodded vigorously/

"Go ahead!" Du Yu stood up and watched the little girl run to the other end of the road and leave, before turning around, ready to meet the new king. The cloth-clothed man in his mouth is a sergeant from a medium-sized family, who offended the noble lord and was about to be exiled, but he was saved by Du Yu and took Du Yu's poison, so he can be regarded as loyal, Du Yu is very relieved of her.

Many of Du Yu's subordinates have been poisoned, and it is difficult to control people's hearts, but controlling life is very simple, and fear is always easier than respect.

He hurried down the blood-stained spiral staircase of the Prime Minister's Tower to the Mae Ge Tower, where the king and queen were located, and the stairs were full of dead bodies, and the blood-stained staircase was slippery.

Mill carpets, tapestries, gold-framed round windows, once gave an intimate feel to the decoration. Now it was splashed with blood, solidified and dried up into vertical and horizontal blood marks, as deep as the sorrow on a person's face.

Along the way, he killed a few blind golden robes, anyway, he already knew that the Lannisters had never ordered him to be arrested, and when the time came, he only needed to say that these golden robes had taken a fancy to their alchemy items and wanted to rob them, so he had to kill them.

Sansa was indeed in the Maegor Tower, but she did not see the prince she wanted or the beautiful queen, and all that awaited her was one after another of tall and heavy walls and wooden doors that were tightly locked by latches.

She wore a long lilac velvet dress, plain and clean, and although it was plainly cut, the cuffs and collar were very finely embroidered, with dense patterns and tight stitches. It was a dress that she had carefully selected for half an hour, but unfortunately Joffrey had not even seen her until now.

As time passed, she began to become afraid, and the faint sound of shouting and killing came from outside the room, which became clearer and clearer. She grew up in Winterfell, and she saw swords facing each other every day, but when the blades and light were intertwined with blood, everything changed.

The grunts of pain, angry cursing, cries for help, and the groans of the wounded and dying came together. The knights in the ballad never scream, never kneel and beg for mercy.

She called out to her father in her heart, to Sister Modan, to the king, to her prince charming. However, what answered her was still the dead silence in the room and the shouting of killing outside the Meggor Building.

"Little cutie, life is no better than a ballad, one day, you may be disappointed!" Somehow, Sansa suddenly remembered what Du Yu said to her, and also remembered this mysterious and handsome Oriental. "Aloin! I want to see Count Marwyn! Open the door! She knocked on the door and shouted outside.

This time, unexpectedly, it was no longer silence that answered her.

With a "squeak", the heavy wooden door opened, and two golden-robed men walked in. With a gloomy face and a cold expression, the leader said, "Follow me, Your Majesty the King and Queen want to see you." Then she was silent, no matter how Sansa asked or said, she was only silent.

She didn't know how far she had walked, and when she saw several familiar faces on the tips of the spears on the moat, a fear that had never existed before spread in her heart.

At last in the palace, she saw the queen's familiar blonde and green eyes, and little Joe, who was now sitting on the Iron Throne in a splendid lion dress, so mighty and tall. But he didn't say a word when he saw Sansa's arrival, as if he hadn't seen it at all.

All three important ministers were present. Count Pattier Berish sat on the Queen's left-hand side, Captain Piethiel was on the other side of the table, and the flower-scented Count Varys dangled around them.

Suddenly, she was stunned, and wondered in her heart, what about King Robert? Is he dead? And his own father Ed, isn't he the Hand of the King, why didn't he come?

The queen wore a high-necked black silk gown with hundreds of dark rubies sewn on her upper body, covering her neck to her chest. The gem was carved into the shape of teardrops, and at a glance, the queen seemed to be weeping blood.

Cersei saw her with the sweetest, but saddest, smile Sansa had ever seen. "Sansa, my good boy." She said, "I know you've always wanted to see me, and I'm sorry I didn't come to you until now." It's just that I can't spare time for the recent turmoil. I don't think my men have wronged you, right? ”

"Your Majesty, everyone has been so caring and kind to us, thank you very much for your concern," Sansa said politely, "but well, no one has been willing to talk to me, or tell me what the hell is going on......"

The old national teacher of Paisel lowered his eyes.

"You are frightened," said the queen gently, "and we cannot let this happen again. Well? I assure you, Mistress Baerichie will take care of everything. She patted the chair next to her. Sit down, Sansa, I have something for you. ”

Sansa sat down beside the queen. Cersei smiled again, but this time it didn't ease her anxiety. Varys wrung his soft hands, and Paisel held her sleepy eyes as she looked at the paper in front of her, but she could feel her little finger staring at her.

That kind of eyes, there is sympathy, enthusiasm, longing, and even some subtleties that are not easy to detect. Seven Heavens! Get me out of here, I want to see my father, Sansa cried out in her heart. pleading.