King's Landing, Red Keep.

Tyrion Lannister "Little Devil" feels like his waist is about to break.

Judging by the sky outside the window, it should have just dawned.

It was another sleepless night.

Tyrion rubbed his sour eyes and left his desk, wetting his face with cold water from the basin by the window.

Then unhurriedly went to squat in a pit.

When he came out again, the attendant outside the door had heard the movement and prepared breakfast for him.

"Good morning, Podrick."

"Good morning, Lord Tyrion. You seem to be in a good mood. ”

"Hah!" Tyrion flicked his messy hair and smiled bitterly, "Of course. Our food can only last for another half a month, do you think it's worth rejoicing with such good news? ”

Podrick froze for a long time before he said:

"Your Excellency...... You're kidding, right? ”

Tyrion watched his squire's face turn red to white, and realized that he shouldn't have given away such important information.

Sure enough, my uncle is right, sooner or later, my stinky mouth will cause me big trouble. Tyrion smiled and changed his words:

"yes, it's a joke."

"You're really scaring me." Podrick breathed a sigh of relief.

Tyrion looked at the squire back to normalcy and didn't say anything more.

After finishing his breakfast in silence, Tyrion put on a coat and headed for the Prime Minister's Tower.

When he found Duke Tywin Lannister in his study, he was writing something.

Seeing Tyrion walk in, Duke Tywin just glanced at his son and buried his head again.

"Father, do you want to hear good news?"

"Say."

"We're running out of food."

Duke Tywin finally raised his head again and looked at his son with an inexplicable gaze:

"That's what you call good news?"

Tyrion shrugged, "The food can last for another two weeks, which is not good news compared to running out of food now?" ”

Duke Tywin pursed his lips, as if holding back his anger:

"Since you're in charge of logistics, find a way to get food."

"What can I do?" "You may not know, it's been a long time since food has been shipped from the Riverlands, and it's clear that the nobles of the Three Rivers are all on the verge of revolting after seeing Riverrun rebel and we have nothing to do.

So, if you want to continue to feed the river, I'm afraid you'll have to find a way to kill that 'black fish'. ”

"There's no way we're going to pull out our troops to manage Riverrun right now." Duke Tywin said stiffly, "You go to the king's territory to scavenge for grain." ”

"How much food can there be in such a little place as a royal leader?"

"There is also King's Landing, all the grain shops will be closed from now on, and the grain will be collected and distributed uniformly."

Tyrion said worriedly:

"King's Landing is a hornet's nest, are you sure you want to collect the city's grain?"

"I'm just giving advice." Duke Tywin said, "What to do, you decide. The bottom line is that the army must not run out of food! ”

Tyrion whistled:

"Thanks for the suggestion, the problem is solved!"

Duke Tywin, apparently fed up with his son's ridicule, lowered his head again, and said coldly:

"If nothing else, you go out. Also, don't forget that today we're going to entertain the Braavos, dress modestly and bring your fiancée to the party. ”

"Oh, my beautiful fiancée." Tyrion chuckled, "Aren't you afraid she'll scream at the banquet that she's not really Sansa Stark?" ”

Duke Tywin didn't look up, "So, you should learn how to keep your wife's mouth in check." ”

"I can't even control my mouth." Tyrion Road.

Seeing that Duke Tywin was about to explode, Tyrion ran away with a complicated and strange pleasure in his heart.

Going out, Tyrion thought about it and went to meet his fiancée.

The girl was as silent as ever, frightened, cowering and cautious when she spoke.

Tyrion was bored and told him that he was going to take her to the banquet later, and then got up to leave.

It wasn't until nightfall that he came here again and took her with him to the feast.

The banquet was held in the throne room, and before he could enter, Tyrion heard the sound of exotic orchestral instruments.

"Lord Gummon." Tyrion saw the hurried Bachelor passing by, "Don't worry, the banquet hasn't officially started yet." ”

Scholar Grimon paused, slipped a letter into Tyrion's hand, and said:

"Lord Tyrion, it's up to you to hand over this news to Lord Tywin."

"It must be bad news for the way you look." Tyrion muttered discontentedly.

Fellow Germon sighed, "Bad news, Braavos, indeed. ”

After speaking, he turned around and left, as if he was afraid of being angered.

Tyrion was stunned for a moment, then unfolded the letter, and after a quick glance, said to himself in a complicated tone:

"Gods, you really like to joke."

"What's wrong?" Jenny Poole asked.

"The old Sea King of Braavos staged a coup d'état and cleaned up a large number of nobles."

Jenny obviously didn't understand what he meant: "Old Aquaman? Coup? That...... What does this have to do with us? ”

"If Tormo learns of this, I'm afraid he will immediately lead the fleet back to sail."

Tyrion took a few quick steps with his fiancée into the hall.

"You go sit first." Tyrion settled Jenny and headed straight for the high platform ahead.

On the high platform, the young king Tommen Baratheon sat in the shadow of the Iron Throne, eating with his mouth full of oil.

To his left sat the Hand of the King, Duke Tywin, Queen Cersei, and others, while the Braavos sat to the right hand of the King.

Seeing Tyrion walking briskly, Cersei said coldly:

"Tyrion, your place is down there."

"I know where I am." Tyrion replied casually, then walked briskly over to Duke Tywin, handed the letter over, and said in a low voice, "Another piece of bad news." ”

Duke Tywin read the letter, the expression on his face did not change, and he only asked softly:

"Who else knows this news?"

"Fellow of the University of Gemon."

"You immediately bring someone to control Ge Meng."

Tyrion was slightly startled, and immediately came to his senses:

"You're trying to hide the news?"

Tywin didn't speak, but the meaning was clear.

"Lord Tywin, what's going on?" Tormo the Braavos asked curiously.

"Nothing." Lord Tywin replied, "It's just that some mob in the city is in trouble. Tyrion, you take people to suppress it now, and don't let the riots spread. ”

Tyrion gave his father a deep look and said:

"Yes."

After Tyrion left, Duke Tywin suddenly got up and said to Tormo:

"Lord Tormo, thank you for coming from thousands of miles to support, this friendship will always be remembered by the Lannisters."

"Lord Tywin, you're welcome. I will never forget the support of the Lannisters. ”

Duke Tywin nodded, and suddenly changed his words, and said:

"However, your fleet is here, and I am afraid that Caesar's army will not dare to cross the river."

"Well, I can't be here all the time waiting. I don't know if you have any good ideas? ”

"You can pretend to withdraw your troops and lure Caesar into attacking. Wait until the army is halfway crossed, and then you will lead the fleet back and cut them off. ”

Tormo pondered: "But we come and go, Caesar will be so easily fooled?" ”

Duke Tywin's eyes flashed with gold:

"We can spread some rumors so that Caesar will believe that you have really withdrawn."

"What kind of rumors?"

"For example, there was a rebellion in Braavos."

"That's a good idea." Tormo laughed, but at the same time, he was slightly shocked by this possibility.

Jenny Poole's heart pounded as she listened to the conversation between the two on the high stage.

Several times she tried to stand up and expose Tywin's lies, but never had the courage.

Until Tyrion returned to the hall and sat down beside her.

"Are you alright? Jenny, your face is so pale. ”

"I'm Sansa Stark, my lord." Jenny subconsciously reminded.

Then I'm still a tall and handsome old man. Tyrion laughed to himself and said:

"Okay, don't be afraid, as long as you are obedient, I can guarantee your safety."

"Yes, sir." Jenny lowered her head and said no more.

(End of chapter)