The afterglow of the setting sun pierced through the clouds, casting a golden glow on the sky and the city.

The rising black smoke ruined the view of the sunset, and the scattered stones and rubble at the head of the city, as well as the broken weapons and armor, were out of place.

Not to mention the mutilated corpses.

There was a pungent stench in the air, and vultures and crows were circling in, already a little eager to enjoy the feast of flesh and blood.

They feast on the losers and the victors, the commoners and the nobility, and at this point, these scavengers, which symbolize death, are exceptionally fair.

Nearly two months of war ravaged, Tianji City has lost its former tall and majestic grandeur, the city wall in the blood stained and flames smoked into a strange color, close to the city gate a section collapsed, between the rubble, the corpses stacked together, forming a white flower and bloody hill.

It's hard to look at it.

When Margaery Tyrell, the "Rose of the High Court", came to Tianji City, she saw such a terrible scene.

"You'd better wait in the camp." Garland Tyrell quietly moved his body, blocking his sister's view and kindly persuaded him.

Margaery took a few deep breaths and tried to calm her pounding heartbeat, but the air she inhaled had a strange smell that made her almost vomit.

"No, I'm going to the city." Margaery's face was pale, but she insisted.

Garland sighed, pointed to the bouquet of roses in his sister's hand, and said:

"Smelling the flowers will make you feel better."

Margaery did not refuse this suggestion, she raised the bouquet a little, placed it under her nose, and continued on her way.

Garland leads the way, trying to avoid the corpses on the ground, only to find that this is almost impossible.

In fact, the corpses are not the worst, the real horror is the wounded who have not yet died, they let out a dying moan among the ruins, as if from hell.

"Didn't anyone come to treat them?" Margaery stopped in front of a wounded soldier in a riverbend uniform.

The wounded soldier's throat was pierced by an arrow, blood gushing out of his mouth, and he stretched out his bloody hand as if trying to grasp the corner of Margaery's skirt.

"There will be a bachelor to treat the wounded." Garland pulled his sister back half a step, but said in his heart that this person was no longer saved, "Let's go." ”

Margaery placed a rose in that bloody hand.

A smile appeared on the face of the wounded, no longer struggling, no longer resisting death.

Margaery walked on, her eyes red.

By the time she entered Tianji City, the bouquet of roses in her hand had already been delivered.

"What will you give to Your Majesty later?" Garland, "Forget it, if you don't give it, you won't give it, and the king doesn't deserve it." ”

Margaery asked in a low tone:

"I heard that Tianji City was captured once more than twenty days ago, but it was ...... because of His Majesty's withdrawal order."

"Yes. That king is a joke! Garland's face was a little hideous, and then he looked at his sister, his eyes were a little more worried, "Margaery, I think my father called you this time, I'm afraid he wants to marry you to the king." If you don't want to, feel free to say no! I will definitely support you! ”

"Thank you, brother." Margaery smiled, but fell silent.

The city was lit with fires, and there were faint shouts of killing, and it seemed that the Dornites had not completely given up resistance.

When the two men reached the top of the city, they heard King Joffrey's voice:

“…… What about the red viper? Has anyone caught the red viper? That discredited bastard, I'm going to cut off his head with my own hands! ”

"Your Majesty, the soldiers are still searching in the city, and there should be results soon."

"Let them move faster! Don't let the red viper run away! Or I'll cut off their heads! ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Sir Barristan Selmy answered perfunctorily, but did not convey the order.

Joffrey waved his whip triumphantly, and seemed to be preparing the next wise order, when he heard the Duke of Metz say:

"Your Majesty, here comes my daughter Margaery."

Joffrey turned his head when he heard this, and saw a girl in a dark green cloak approaching, with a delicate countenance, gentle eyes like a fawn, and a rose embroidered with gold thread on her chest, and her tall and bewitching figure was revealed as she walked.

"Your Majesty." Margaery pulled up her skirt and curtsied, "Congratulations on conquering Tianji City." ”

"It's conquest." Joffrey crossed his hands on his hips and said proudly, "I have conquered this city!" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Margaery smiled sweetly, "Your exploits are incomparable. ”

Joffrey nodded in satisfaction and said to the Duke of Metz:

"Mistress Mace, you have a sensible daughter."

Duke Mace's old face smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Your Majesty, what do you think of making her your queen?" ”

Hearing this, Margaery's body trembled slightly.

But she didn't say anything, just lowered her head, as if out of shyness.

"My queen?" Joffrey was stunned for a moment, then looked the girl in front of him up and down with his eyes, and nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, she is very beautiful and sensible, much better than that Sansa of the Stark family." ”

"Great, Your Majesty!" Duke Metz couldn't wait to say, "I don't know when you're going to get engaged?" ”

"In five days, it happens to be my name day. I will hold a banquet in the city of Heaven and Earth to celebrate this great conquest! ”

"As you wish, Your Majesty, we will ......"

The Duke of Metz was patting his horse's ass when he heard an argument at the staircase not far away.

It seems that Ser Barristan Selmy, the captain of the Kingsguard, stopped someone.

"He's your king!" Barristan stopped Robert Royce at the top of the stairs and said a warning, but then lowered his voice, "Don't do anything stupid. ”

"What about the king?" Sir Robert was covered in blood, and his eyes were red, and he exclaimed, "He is responsible for all the soldiers who died in the Templars!" ”

"Who's there?" From afar came Joffrey's inquiry.

Barristan pushed Robert away and scolded:

"Take a shower and change your clothes and come back to meet you, just to calm down."

With that, he motioned for the soldiers to take Sir Robert away.

"Your Majesty, it's Sir Robert of House Royce." Barristan turned back.

"What about others?"

"He's been fighting for days and isn't decent enough, so I don't want to be rude in front of you. However, he brought the good news that Prince Oberon had died in the Seven Sacred Churches. ”

"Red Viper is dead?" Joffrey laughed, "Good! Very good! How did he die? Who killed it? I will reward him so much! ”

"He died in a duel with Baron Hawkspew, Samwell Caesar."

"Caesar?" Joffrey thought for a moment and had some impressions, "I remember him, he was the champion of King's Landing, right?" Let him come to me, and I will reward him myself!" ”

"Your Majesty, Lord Caesar was injured in a duel with the Red Viper and is still unconscious."

"Well, let's wait until he wakes up." Joffrey waved his hand unconcernedly.

"Has he been stabbed by the spear of the Red Viper?" Margaery asked suddenly.

Sir Barristan nodded with a grim face.

"The red viper's gun must be poisonous!" Margaery exclaimed, "A master of poison must be sent to heal him!" ”

"Just let Maester Craylan go, I remember he had a lot of silver on his necklace." Joffrey commanded, then put the matter behind him, and said, "Alright, let's talk about my name day feast, does the castle of the Fowler family have a large enough hall?" ”

The Duke of Metz replied with a smile: "Your Majesty, rest assured, the Fowler family once claimed to be the king of the cliffs and the sky, and the castle was built according to the specifications of the royal family, which is enough to hold a grand banquet. ”

"That's good." Joffrey nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Margaery, "Miss Margaery, what do you want from this banquet?" Miss Margaery? Miss Margaery? ”

The king screamed several times before Margaery came to her senses: "I'm sorry Your Majesty, but the tragic situation on the battlefield really frightened me......"

"Well, women really should stay away from war." Joffrey was unusually considerate, "You go back to the rear camp and rest." Drop by to meet my mother and tell her we're getting engaged. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Margaery curtsied, descended the tower, and headed straight for the garrison of the Bend Army.

My knight, are you alright?

Margaery's footsteps were quick, her eyes searching the camp for the double-headed eagle flag.

But the more anxious I was, the more I couldn't find it.

The camp of the Hewan army was so large that tents sprung up all over the mountains like mushrooms after a rain, and flags of various colors fluttered in the wind, which was dazzling.

The Green Shield Flower Banner of the Meidou Family, the Long-Winged Dragon Banner of the Levell Family, the Horn Banner of Fertility of the Marry Weiss Family, and the Silver Web Spider Banner of the Wiber Family......

She searched for a long time and didn't find the flag of Eagle's Beak, but fortunately, she saw the flower fox flag of Liangshui City, and hurriedly trotted over.

Led by the Florentine knights, Margaery finally found the camp of the Caesar army.

"How's Baron Caesar?" Margaery asked in a panting voice.

At this time, three scholars had gathered in the tent, and one of them replied:

"Miss Margaery, Master Caesar's wound is poisonous, and we have cleaned up some of the carrion, but the venom has seeped into the internal organs, and we can only cure the problem unless we know what poison is. Otherwise......"

"I'm going to interrogate the Dorne captives!" Knight Lucas Dayne immediately strode out.

But everyone didn't have much hope for it, what kind of poison the red viper used, how could those Dorne captives know.

What's more, even if you know, you may not be able to cure it.

There are some poisons that have no solution.

Still holding on to a glimmer of hope, Margaery asked, "If you don't know what poison it is, can't you cure it?" ”

"We can try bleeding with leeches and see if we can get rid of the toxins in the blood......"

"Does this work?"

"I can only give it a try......" The bachelor obviously has little confidence in this.

"Is there no other way?" Aleken Floren asked abruptly.

Although Deacon Tully escaped, he was hit by an arrow in the back and could not survive, and if the great nephew in front of him also died, Alecon feared that when he returned, Count Landau would draw his sword and cut himself.

There was silence in the tent.

"I have a way." At this moment, a voice with a unique accent from the Yuhai region came from outside the tent, low and pleasant, with a kind of convincing magic.

"Who's out there?" Alekon asked.

The guard's voice came: "My lord, it is a red-robed witch who claims to be from Yasha. ”

"Please let her in." Alekon is now willing to try anything to save his nephew.

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a tall and graceful woman walked in.

She was red from head to toe.

He wore a bright red robe, with wide open sleeves that dragged almost to the ground, revealing a darker blood-red shirt inside, and a red gold collar with a large ruby embedded in it.

Her hair was also red, but not normal red, but a polished crimson copper, and her eyes were equally red, with flames dancing in them.

Only the skin of the whole body is white, like fresh milk, white and smooth.

"My name, my name is Melisandre, my lord, inspired by Rahlo, the Lord of Light, the Red God in your Westeros." Melisandre bowed.

Alekon didn't care what the Red God, what the Lord of Light, he only cared about one thing now: "You said you can save people?" ”

"Yes."

"How can I save it?"

"Blessing of the Lord of Light." After Melissanda finished speaking, she walked to the bed with graceful steps and leaned down.

Flaming red lips kissed Samwell on the wound on his shoulder.

(End of chapter)