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Tournament trials, a popular method of adjudication on the continent of Westeros. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Its significance, not in fairness, but in violation, the trial of the contest gives the relatively weaker party in the adjudication the opportunity to disobey the will of the overall trial, the effect is very good, but for the participants in the contest trial, it is very dangerous, almost all of them end in the loss of their lives, the more famous are the Prince of Oberon the Red Viper, and Sir Vadis Egan of the Vale of Arryn.

The resurrection of the lightning king Berry is a bug, and objectively speaking, it can also be considered that he also lost his life, so the danger is self-evident, and those who are willing to fight for others are only the closest friends, comrades-in-arms and family members in addition to huge interests or ulterior motives.

In the face of Du Yu's stepping forward, everyone's faces appeared with complex expressions such as puzzlement, surprise, approval, and disgust, only Arya Stark, this little girl's heart was full of joy and joy at the moment, and she burst into tears with excitement.

"Aloin!" Ignoring her father's pull, she broke out with her thin and small body and pounced on Du Yu.

"No, just stand here, you're dirty, like a little cat that has just come out of the mud." Du Yu did not open his arms to greet this dirty little guy, but stopped her from pounced with a smile and pretended to be disgusted.

"Aloin!" Arya looked at Du Yu's narrow expression, and naturally knew that he was just joking, but looking at her dirty appearance, even if she didn't ask for herself as a lady, she was a little embarrassed, plus the grievances she suffered in the morning, she rolled her eyes and expressed her dissatisfaction.

The interaction between the two broke the deadlock in the field, and there was a smile on the faces of King Robert, Eddard Stark, who was half-kneeling, and the Daree family in the hall.

But Queen Cersei and Prince Joffrey did not smile, the former with obvious undisguised disgust on their faces, and the latter with tyrannical hideous and inexplicable hatred in their eyes.

"Tournament Trial" Robert rubbed his beard and muttered the word as if weighing something, and for a long time, he spoke in the expectant eyes of everyone, and his loud voice spread throughout the room.

"In the name of the Seven and the Gods of the past, I, the King of the Andals, the Roynar and the Ancestors of the Peoples, the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and the Guardian of the Realm, Robert Baratheon, agree that this jousting trial will be held, and that Sir Europe from the East will be the acting knight of Arya Stark."

"Your grace!" Du Yu stepped forward and gave a gentle salute.

Then the king turned his head to look at Cersei and Joffrey, these two people stood together with blonde hair, which made him angry when he saw it, and said angrily: "What about you, you should play in person or find a deputy knight, forget it, anyway, you can't play in person, the guy who was disarmed by a little girl is just a shame!" ”

Joffrey's face flushed, and he couldn't say anything as his father could speak, he couldn't say that he should let Sandor Clegane, the hound, be a dog in his opinion, obedient, but not necessarily able to help himself, and more importantly, the hounds were now secretly sent by him to hunt down the butcher's son, and this matter could not be known to his king's father.

"Jaime will play for him." In the end, it was Cersei Lannister who spoke for him.

"My Kingsguard won't be a Acting Knight for this disgraceful fellow!" Robert Baratheon was even less impressed by the blonde Lannister's monarch killer, and replied with a look of disgust on his face.

"It's not your Kingsguard, it's Xiao Qiao's uncle." Cersei's face was so cold that she no longer looked at her king's husband.

"That guy from the Monarch Killer is now leading a patrol outside, how can he play? Are we still going to sit here and wait for him? Robert grunted, looking bored.

"I thought it wouldn't be a big deal to wait for a while for your son." Cersei sat there quietly, holding Joffrey's hand, and looked at Du Yu and Arya below with a contemptuous expression.

"But I'm hungry!" Joffrey whispered to Queen Cersei.

"Eat when you're hungry! Won't you tell the guards to bring it to you? Before Cersei could reply, King Robert spoke irritably.

"Sir Dary, let your men prepare food, your king and prince are hungry." Cersei calmly instructed Sir Raymond Dare, who was once a royalist and supported the Targaryen dynasty, and that Sir Raymond's three brothers had all died in the Battle of the Trident, which made Raymond Dary have no good feelings for either Robert or Cersei.

Without saying a word, he beckoned lightly, and someone brought the prepared wine, meat, bread and milk, which was obviously far from the delicate food that Joffrey expected, but Robert didn't care, grabbed his glass and poured a long sip of wine, and then said to Eddard Stark: "Ned, bring your little girl over for a bite to eat, she hasn't eaten all morning, she must be hungry, the kingkiller doesn't know when he will come, why wait for him hungry." ”

After Eddard Stark's grace had been granted by the king, Robert Baratheon ordered that the rest of the room should also start dining, and the matter would be discussed when the king-killer came.

Arya Stark sat beside her father, King Robert was touching his glass with Eddard and began to chat, and when the others saw that the king had started, they were no longer restrained, and they began to talk to acquaintances, and for a while the wine glasses clinked, and the voices of people became noisy.

Du Yu didn't have many acquaintances, and it was not so easy for strangers to make foreign friends, and the only familiar little demon Tyrion did not go with him, but chose to go to the desperate Great Wall in the north. Just when he was a little overwhelmed, a small hand pulled him and pulled him to the seat.

"Aloin, why are you my acting knight? Didn't you say King Robert would forgive me? ”

Arya asked in a whisper that was half blushing and half worried, although she was only a little girl, he was just as envious of the beauty of his aunt Lyanna and sister, and occasionally fantasized about handsome knights, but most of the time she was a little wilder and less so.

"It's nothing, it's just a casual thing, I don't like Joffrey very much, if he goes down himself, I can teach him a lesson for you, but now it seems that I can only beat his uncle." Du Yu said with a smile, the relaxed expression on his face showed his absolute confidence in this duel.

"Eloin, you're going to face the Kingkiller Jaime Lannister, I've heard he's a great swordsman, and without honor or credit, you're going to die. It's not worth it, you said the king wouldn't really blame me, why risk your life. ”

Arya's eyes were slightly red again, and her voice was a little hoarse, she had never suffered such a grievance in Winterfell since she was born, and it was the first time she had been defended like this by someone other than her father and Jon Snow, which made her both moved and worried.

"Arya, don't worry, you've seen how I beat Kalas. The Kingkiller is not as strong as you think, and anyone is nothing but flesh and bones. There is no more blood in a person than a small barrel of wine, and it only takes a moment to dry it and then welcome death, and believe me, it's not that hard. ”

Du Yu smiled, drank a small glass of wine gently, and tasted the dormant **** and flirtatious aroma under this wine, he set his eyes on Queen Cersei, who was also taking a small sip, and Lan Li Baratheon, who couldn't see any expression on his face.

"Those who drink in moderation have cunning souls and ulterior secrets, and the great reservations at the table often indicate that they have one thing before and one thing after them, and you have to be careful with these people, little Arya." Du Yu seemed to admonish, seemed to be talking to himself, and whispered in Arya's ear.

"What? Be careful of what? Arya didn't react, and repeated suspiciously.

"Wine can always make people confide in the most private secrets, the year is not important, the origin is not important, all wines can make a person reflect the most authentic self." After Du Yu said this, he didn't care about the little Arya who was still a little confused on his face, but held the Tang knife on his waist and looked at the door of the hall.

As he gazed, the door of the hall creaked open, and a tall, handsome Jaime Lannister with blonde hair and golden helmet, with a sword in his hand, dressed in a leather coat with ring armor, iron gloves, and knee pads, and a roaring lion of the Lannisters embroidered on his chest.

"Jaime!"

"Monarch Killer!"

Different people reacted differently to his arrival, with the Lannisters cheering and the Daree showing disgust, after all, they were royalists back then, and this blonde guy made them fall short.

Eddard Stark, on the other hand, had a look of disdain on his face, and he deeply hated the oath-breaker, who seemed to him to be dishonorable, as if his presence had polluted the air of the whole world.

King Robert put down his glass, reluctantly glanced at the blonde James standing in the audience, and said roughly: "James, I think you already know why you were found, your nephew, our heroic prince, was disarmed by a nine-year-old little girl, and now needs you as his acting knight to end this farce, do you want to!" ”

Jaime glanced at his sister Cersei, and then at his own cheap son, the nominal nephew, who he didn't really have a choice. He knelt on one knee towards King Robert, his right arm touching his chest, and the sonorous sound of his arms and armor rubbing together was particularly clear in the hall.

"Gladly, Your Majesty, who is my opponent?" His eyes and countenance were full of confidence, and as early as a teenager, his swordsmanship had already made a name for himself in Westeros, which was by no means comparable to the general generation, and everyone present seemed to him to have no one to beat him except for the old and strong Barristan.

Obviously, he had never seen Du Yu's move, and he hadn't even looked at this foreigner who seemed insignificant to him.

"Me." Du Yu calmly got up and said to Jaime Lannister.

"You, just you, stranger, come, become another unknown under me." Jaime smiled confidently and flirtatiously, pulling his steel-forged sword from his belt, with a lion carved on it, beautifully ornate and sharp.

"I've wanted to beat you up for a long time, the famous monarch killer." Du Yu smiled, stood up and was about to walk into the field, but Arya behind him gently pulled him and looked at him nervously.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you a secret." Du Yu gently bent down and whispered in her ear: "My real name is Du Yu, Du Juan told each other, and Yu didn't know Luanjing Road." Then he winked playfully and walked into the arena.

Everyone's eyes converged, and under the tense atmosphere, it was about to explode!