Harrenhal isn't close to King's Landing, but it's not far either.

And the realm of Harrenhal was next to the king's land, and the earth was to the earth. In the event of a dry weather, the fields of the King's Lands are also irrigated by water from the Lake of the Eye in Harrenhal.

It takes many days to walk from Harrenhal to King's Landing, but if it's a well-trained raven, it's almost a day's worth of walking.

The raven walked in a straight line after all.

The carnivorous ravens are birds of prey in the riverland and in the king's sky. Even in the harshest environments of the North and the Great Wall, the natural enemies feared by ravens were only birds of prey like mountain eagles. In addition, the other birds are no match for ravens, whether it is combat, camouflage, or flight speed, ravens are second to none.

Just one day later, Littlefinger received a letter from the Magic Mountain.

The Raven Letter was not directly handed over to Littlefinger, but Petyrberg received the Letter from Bernie the Elfty.

In the eyes of the nobles, Moshan was illiterate, he couldn't read and write, and even if this unsigned letter was in the hands of the little demon Tyrion, he would not have thought that Moshan wrote this letter.

So 'Magic Mountain Letter' is very safe.

But Littlefinger burned it immediately after reading it, and the little bird that delivered it had not yet left.

Littlefinger does things, is careful to perfection, and tries not to leave any clues.

"My lord, did you have a reply?"

"No, tell your little dwarfs, I already know how to deal with the little devils, and reassure them. ”

"Don't you need our adults to send someone to protect you secretly?"

"No, I don't. If Bernie writes back to the big man, thank the big man for me. ”

"Yes, sir!"

The dwarf naturally refers to Bernie, and the big man naturally represents the Magic Mountain. These things are too confidential to mention names.

Petyrberg the Littlefinger, Bernie at the Flea Nest Orphanage, and the Magic Mountain at Harrenhal, this is a net that cannot be known to anyone from the outside world. When talking to his own people, Littlefinger is also very careful, and will never mention the names of Bernie and the Magic Mountain.

The words of the Magic Mountain immediately solved the puzzle in the mind of Petyrberg the little finger.

He was originally an extremely smart person, but he was forced by the aggressive little devil to be ruthless, and the authorities were fascinated. Qing, a bystander of the Magic Mountain, found an excellent way to deal with the little devil in one sentence.

He decided to take the initiative and go on a 'date' with the little devil who was bent on 'talking' to him.

King's Landing is made up of three high hills, the Red Keep is built on the high hills of Aegon, on the front left side of the Red Keep is the Rhaenys Hill, on which there is the famous Iron Street and the Baelor Chapel, and under the hill is the famous Fire Warlock Guild, which is a guild that specializes in the study of wildfire matter.

Directly in front of the Red Fort is the Visenia Hills, where the famous flea nest is located, and the most exclusive brothels and the old city where the elite live are all in the north of the Visenya Hills.

Between the hills of Rhaenys and Visenia, there is a famous square: the Shoemaker's Square.

Petyrberry the Littlefinger asks the little devil to meet in the Shoemaker's Square.

It's a dangerous place.

The Shoemaker's Square was crowded with refugees fleeing the war, and of course there were many ruffians and hooligans waiting for an opportunity to make a small fortune, such as tricking a little girl into buying a brothel. Or if you see someone with a bronze star in their pocket, you can grab it directly, and if someone resists, then you will go in with a white knife.

In the Mei Ge Lou, he and the old lady were still a little surprised after receiving Petil's letter with the little finger of the sword, this guy has been avoiding him since the last time he went to court, and it is definitely not a good thing to dare to take the initiative to ask him out.

But Tyrion's surname was Lannister, and he knew that Littlefinger had a few pounds and taels in King's Landing. If the opponent is a hound or something, the little devil will consider it when he goes to the appointment, and the opponent is Littlefinger, then there is no need to think about it at all.

"Sister, we'll talk about things between us in the afternoon, I have something to deal with now. ”

None of the important ministers and courtiers in the Red Keep looked down on the little devil, even if they respected the little devil on the surface. The little devil knows what these idiots think, and he will let these guys know how good he is, like Littlefinger who dares to frame him.

Because of Littlefinger's frame-up, the little devil almost lost his life. At least three times, he was almost dead. If it weren't for his wit and incorruptible tongue, he would have either died in the Eagle's Nest in the Vale, or he would have died at the hands of the hill tribes.

However, Cersei clearly didn't intend to let the little devil go, as this guy had taken the position of Prime Minister today without her and Joffrey's consent, and he had refused to lead his troops to the Blackwater River to garrison Blue Rite.

"You're leaving for something great, and I'm not interested in knowing who gave you the letter just now. But this letter," Cersei held up Duke Tywin's letter, "if I say it's a fake and have the Kingsguard throw you into the dungeon, I promise no one will dare to disobey me." ”

The little devil knows this. Even if he had Bolon and Shaga, they wouldn't be able to save him, because those guys wouldn't have time to save him. And once he is thrown into the dungeon, Bronn and Shaga will be driven away by the garrison, the commander of which is a hound, listening to Cersei. The Hound Dog's sword is not inferior to Bolon's, and if it is to be ruthless, the Hound is no worse than Shaga.

With war looming, King's Landing's garrison expanded from 2,000 to 6,000. An army of 6,000 men is going to deal with his 300 mountain soldiers, think about it.

But he knows Cersei and knows Cersei's weaknesses.

"Sister, when I get back, I have a way to save Jaime back. ”

Cersei's expression shook suddenly. In her heart, the person she thinks about day and night is Jaime. Even though her cousin Ranthier Lannister climbed up at night and tried his best to please her, she still couldn't get rid of her longing and longing for Jaime.

"I'm not a father, sis, and I know what your relationship with Jaime is. Hehe, you spread your legs open to one brother, but you ...... to your other brother"

Syllable!

Cersei slapped him hard.

"When I get back, I have a way to get Jaime out of Riverrun. ”

"What's the solution?"

"When I get back, I promise you!" the little devil bowed his head, dodging another slap from Cersei, and he slipped out of the room with a numb and ugly look, "Sister, I didn't lie to you, as long as you treat me well and admit that I am the acting father of the Imperial Prime Minister, I promise to give you a complete James." ”

"You're not the Imperial Prime Minister, you're my Prime Minister. I can promise you this and put you on the throne of Prime Minister, but everything you do, any decision you make, any office you appoint, you must report to me. ”

"Uh, well, I promise you. ”

"Where are you going this time, and who are you going to meet?"

"Shoemaker's Square, see Petyrberry Littlefinger. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know yet, but I'll find out when I go. ”

"Come back and tell me what happened, it was exactly word for word. ”

"Yes, Queen Mother. Littlefinger grinned.

Coming out of the Queen Mother's bedroom, Tyrion nodded to the grim and gloomy Sir Mandon at the door, a damn guy who had always been very unfriendly to Tyrion. Tyrion grinned and felt embarrassed.

He walked through the long vaulted hall. Bolon followed, and Shaga and Conn were gone.

"What about our mountain warriors?"

Shaga wanted to look around, he and Conn weren't used to waiting outside the door. ”

"I hope he doesn't want to kill any palace guards or courtiers. "Tyrion is fast.

"Where are you going?"

"Shoemaker Square. ”

Boron smiled: "Do you need an escort? I heard that the street is quite dangerous now." ”

"I'll call my sister's captain of the guard and remind him that I'm a true Lannister too. This guy probably forgot that his allegiance was to Castle Rock, not Cersei or Joffrey. ”

"Then I can go have a drink? To be honest, I have a crush on a palace maid with pockmarked faces, and she is also very interesting to me, and I wink at her, and she smiles at me, and I know where to find her. She's tending the lawn. ”

"No, you have to come with me. ”

Soon, Bronn and Tyrion rode out of the Red Keep, behind them a dozen Lannister Guards draped in crimson cloaks and wearing lion-patterned half-helmets.

Tyrion noticed that the human head hanging from the walls of the Red Keep's gates, though soaked in asphalt, had long since rotted and blackened to be recognizable. "Captain Villars," he cried, "by tomorrow, take these heads off and give them to the Sisters of Silence for cleaning." ”

Villar hesitated: "Your Majesty said that the heads of illegitimate sons and widows should be hung on the walls of the city until the empty guns in the last row are also filled with human heads." ”

"Villar, my nephew is only thirteen years old this year, please remember. I'm going to take these heads off tomorrow, or there's something to hang on one of the empty guns, you know what I mean, Captain?"

"Yes, my lord, I will supervise it myself. ”

"Good. Tyrion clamped his legs and galloped forward.

The streets of King's Landing had always been bustling with people, but now they were full of dangers he had never seen before. On the side of the textile street, a tall male corpse was lying in a ditch, with a knife in the abdomen, and his whole body was **, being bitten by a pack of wild dogs, but no one dealt with it.

Tyrion stopped his horse, and a pair of golden-robed guards approached him and saluted, ignoring the corpse in the ditch.

In fact, gold-robed guards can be seen everywhere in the streets, in groups of two, wearing black ring armor, patrolling the streets and alleys, their faces fierce and cold, and the iron rods never leave their hands.

However, no one cares in the slightest about the people killed in the street.

Tyrion took a silver deer out of his pocket and tossed it to the two soldiers: "Soldier, hire a wagon and send this body to the Sisters of Silence, and if I come back and see him soaked in the ditch, I will throw you into the dungeon." ”

"Yes, my lord!"

Tyrion continued to move forward, and Bronn smiled, "My lord, I went to the Baelor Chapel yesterday and saw two human heads floating in the rainbow pool, which is really scary, but no one has to deal with it, do you want to deal with it?"

"It's the responsibility of the hounds. ”

"Hound Dog, that's also a big man, I heard that he is the younger brother of the Demon Mountain, he is very scary. "My lord, are you going to punish the hounds?" and "after all, you are now the Prime Minister!"

"Bolon, if you still want the best wine to drink, you'd better shut up. ”

"Are you going to cut my tongue?" Bronn laughed unfazed at Tyrion's threat.

When the group arrived at Shoemaker's Square, Tyrion was shocked.

The shoemaker's square was full of people in tattered clothes and shouting for people to sell their property. Tyrion looked at it for a moment, and then saw that no matter what, people would sell it if someone was willing to bid. Whoever asks the price will be flocked to sell it.

So, where is the little finger?

A ragged child ran towards Tyrion and held out his hand, Villar burst out and immediately drew his sword, but was stopped by the imp in time, the child handed Tyrion a note, and ran away.

There was a word on the note: Farmers Market.

There is a farmer's market in the innermost part of Shoemaker Square.

Tyrion was the acting prime minister, and he knew deep down that the hungry people in the city were wretched, but they were also a powder keg. If Littlefinger hadn't asked him out, he wouldn't have known that in just a few days, the city would have been flooded with refugees.

Tyrion arrives at the farmer's market, his red-robed guards imposing, and people dodge everywhere they pass. He slowly walked through half of the market, and there were hardly any farmers selling meat and vegetables, and the few stalls selling food were asking for five times the market price.

A hawker was shouting "Fresh rats!" he cried out, "Fresh rats!"

Littlefinger stood beside the vendor selling rat meat, and he took out a silver deer and threw it to the vendor: "Two strings, don't look for them!" The vendor thanked him gratefully, and almost knelt down.

"Prime Minister, fresh rat meat. Littlefinger handed Tyrion a string, which he held in his own hand, "Fresh rat meat, rare meat, sir." ”

Tyrion took the rat meat, which didn't look like it was fresh, and he didn't dare eat it.

Little Finger handed a string of rat meat to a poor little girl on the street, and the little girl had dirty hands and gobbled it up, and the little devil was very worried that the bamboo stick would puncture the little girl's throat.

A dirty kid leaned against the wall behind the vendor, his eyes shining and wild.

Soon, the little girl finished eating, and her eyes fell on the little devil's meat skewer.

The little devil looked at the little girl, and looked at the very suspicious rat meat, he stretched out the rat meat skewers to the little girl, and the little girl snatched it, turned around and ran: "Thank you, my lord, I'll go and get it to my mother!"

Then, the dirty kid who was staring at the wall followed the little girl, pushed the little girl to the ground around the corner, and snatched the meat skewers.

"Prime Minister, there's Flour Street in front of you. Littlefinger smiled, with a sarcastic tone, and led the way.

The little devil silently followed behind Littlefinger, and he motioned for Polon to go over and pick up the little girl, he wanted to give the little girl a few golden dragons, but he knew that doing so would kill her. Even a bronze star is too dangerous, and the eyes of the adults and children around look too terrible, like wild beasts, and they are all hungry.

"No food to bring into the city?" the little devil finally couldn't help but ask Littlefinger.

"It's pitiful, Prime Minister, there have been many wars in the Hejian area, and Lord Lan Li has raised troops at the Kuqiao Bridge in the High Court, and the two main roads in the south and north have been blocked. ”

"What do we do?"

Littlefinger smiled slightly, he knew that his strategy had worked, and when the little devil asked this, he was already very safe, there was no doubt about it.

"The hounds are trying to keep the city safe, with murders and murders, strongheads and robberies every day. The number of garrisons in the capital was tripled, and of course, the expenses were tripled, and the queen mother sent a thousand craftsmen to build fortifications, all of which were paid for the work, as well as for the rising prices of materials. Stonemasons thicken walls, carpenters make hundreds of giant crossbows and catapults, archers are busy making arrows, blacksmiths forge swords, and the Alchemists' Guild is willing to provide 10,000 jars of wildfire. ”

Tyrion was uneasy when he heard this, the fire warlock's incendiary was really unreliable, and ten thousand cans of this kind were enough to burn the whole of King's Landing to ashes. If it gets out of control, all the people in King's Landing will die.

"The imperial court still has money to buy 10,000 cans of wildfire?"

Wildfire, a substance, is just a can, and it's horribly expensive.

It is no secret that King Robert left the royal family with huge debts after his death, and that the pyromancers were no philanthropists.

"My lord, I am a sinner who oppresses the people, and when the entire court has no way to settle the military salary, the soldiers' food, the construction project money, the king's favorite Qingting Island wine, and the Queen Mother's favorite Westerling noodles, I think of a way to get the money, but my heart is full of guilt. “

"How did you get that much money?"

"I made it a tax for everyone who came into the city. Littlefinger's smile disappeared, "Now everyone who enters the city is cursing me, and I don't dare to say my name outside." Every night, I can't sleep, my conscience is troubled, my lord!"

Tyrion saw nothing but the hidden hypocrisy and cunning of Littlefinger!

"Well, what works!" said Tyrion, with a hint of bitterness. This is another trick to force the hungry, but it is also the best way to do it at the moment.

A good way to be both clever and cruel.

Thousands of people fled to King's Landing to escape the fighting, believing that it was the safest place. When these people arrived outside the city, they would surely scatter their wealth in exchange for the towering walls as a barrier...... But if they had known about wildfires, they might have reconsidered.

Littlefinger enters Flour Street with the little devil.

Tyrion saw mercenaries in armor standing at the gates of every house, swords at their waists, patrolling back and forth in groups of gold-robed people. Flour was piled up in every shop, but it was expensive, and the nobles or wealthy merchants could not afford it.

Tyrion knew that this was the flour that was reserved for the army and the nobles, and that it had nothing to do with the hungry outside.

"Lord Petyr, didn't you say that both the north and south roads were blocked?"

"The south road is blocked, and the north road is cut off by the fighting, but I still have some other small channels, a few reliable old friends, no way, if I don't want to do it, the soldiers and nobles of King's Landing will soon be hungry. ”

"It's just that it's not bright, and it's all personal friendship and some dirty promises. Looking at the starving people in the city, my conscience is troubled, and I feel deeply dangerous. Just yesterday, I saw a scrawny kid poke a dagger into the stomach of a strong man in order to grab a loaf of toast, and I was so frightened that my legs went limp. Prime Minister, can you pull out a few loyal red-robed guards to protect my daily court?"

The little devil's inky black and green eyes stared at Littlefinger tightly, and Littlefinger's narrow smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.