Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 257 Junlin Knot (3)

Junlin Knot (3)

"Pah! Pah!" Three maids paired up, and the curly carpet was spread on the ground. The whirlpool composed of golden strips at the edge instantly became a straight line, and the majestic golden lions on the carpet suddenly spread and covered the entire floor.

Tywin stood on the balcony of the Prime Minister's Tower. The curtain on the side of the door fluttered slightly. The evening breeze blew in all the coolness and the stench of King's Landing, blowing Tywin's pale beard in front of him.

James sat in front of the Prime Minister's desk, holding a dagger in his hand and playing with it carefully.

The golden mask was thrown on the corner of the table, and James stared at the dagger, with a hint of amusement in his eyes from time to time.

Until the wind outside the window made the window squeak, James frowned, covered his mouth and nose, and turned his head away.

"Can't you avoid this damn stench even if you stand at the highest point of the Red Keep?"

After hearing this, Tywin pondered for a moment, moved his shoulders, turned around silently, and closed the balcony door.

James closed the window wisely.

"If you want me to be the Minister of Intelligence, why not Kevan? Even if you call Davon from the West, it will be fine."

"Kevan will return to the West to take charge of the situation, help our vassals regain their lost lands and restore order." Although Tywin was very impatient, he chose to explain. "As for Davon...he is a Lannister, but he is entangled with unnecessary sadness and goes out to sea to fish all day long. Is he a humble fisherman? Is he still a Lannister?"

The father and son looked at each other. James shrugged, stood up, gave up the prime minister's seat in front of the desk, and sat on the edge of the bed with a dagger in his hand.

James took the document, raised his eyebrows together, and read line by line carefully.

Jaime remained silent. He knew exactly what kind of blow Davon Lannister had suffered. The father-son relationship between Stafford and Davon was really... Jaime glanced at Tywin and stopped thinking about it.

But he is not Tyrion... Thinking of this, James' expression darkened.

"As for Davon...he is a Lannister, but he is entangled with unnecessary sadness. He goes out to sea to fish all day long. Is he a humble fisherman? Is he still a Lannister?" Tywin frowned deeper. , his fists were also clenched on the desk.

A chuckle came from James' mouth, "Recovering the lost territory? The Yankees took away everything they should, and most of the castle was burned into a pile of smelly ashes."

"So," Tywin held up the wine glass, took a sip, and calmed down a little, "can you find out the traces of Varys, the traitor, and Wildfire?"

"A small number of them went to the Eastern Continent, and some of them were buried with the Mad King. As for the others, you probably remember the poisoning in the public pool in King's Landing before," Tywin frowned heavily, his eyes sunk deep into the sockets surrounded by eyebrow lines, thinking deeply. Then he fixed his gaze on something and murmured, "The same way Stannis defeated Renly..."

"Those fire warlocks back then..."

Tywin's upper lip curled up slightly, seeming to be very disdainful of the question Jaime asked. Jaime knew that if Tyrion asked this question, he would definitely be ridiculed by his father.

"There are too many people running away in the Westerland," Tywin handed Jaime a document, written by Damion Lannister. "The merchants and craftsmen who want to fly away are staying in Casterly Rock and Lannisport. No one cares about the farmland in the prison, and we need to restore order..."

"I'll try my best to find out the secret passages of the Alchemist Guild." James couldn't think of any other way.

After hearing this, Tywin converged his eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at James, "The people of the Vale said they wanted to investigate some fictitious cases. They talked about it, but now they have not done anything. This Robert Royce, I really don't know. What year's runes are hidden in his bronze armor..." Tywin was talking about the second son of the Royce family, but what flashed through his mind was the vague figure of Attis Arryn.

James also had doubts in his heart. Robert Royce told the Prime Minister in such a high-profile manner that he would investigate the "case" of King Robert's death. However, the knights of the Vale and his entourage he brought did not make any move at all and stayed there all day. In the house that Jon Arryn bought, he counted the iron pieces on his chainmail, wielded swords and guns, and indulged in knightly competitions. There was no sign that the Minister of Justice wanted to investigate the case. "Little Qiao..." James opened his mouth slightly, hesitating a little, paused for a moment, and then changed his words, "We can only be thankful that Robert Royce did not choose to discuss this matter publicly in the Royal Council, otherwise Joe King Foli..."

Tywin gently tapped the table with his index finger and interrupted James, "If you don't have the courage and majesty of a king, even if you put a crown on your head, wear gorgeous clothes on your body, and hang bright diamonds and jewelry around your neck, , others will only regard him as a jester.”

Jaime raised his eyes to look at Tywin. His father's tone was low, but the eyes he aimed at him could feel a force in his throat, as if he and Cersei were far away at the lighthouse of Lannister Harbor before a storm. Looking at the sea, if you only blow the sea breeze on the beach, you can only feel the saltiness of the sea and the soothing wind. You will be completely deceived by the appearance, but the hidden hurricanes and tsunamis are behind it.

The Lannister and Tywin have become closely linked over the years, with Lannister legend often being associated with Tywin's wrath.

He put down the dagger and placed it on Tywin's bed. Jaime missed the time when Varys was still there more than ever. He looked at his father's tense face and believed that he felt the same.

Lord Tywin has been suffering so much these days since Reyes the Red Lion was wiped out!
"Keep staring, staring at the people of the Vale, staring at Cersei, and staring at Joffrey..." Tywin couldn't help but frown when he mentioned Cersei, "I plan to let Cersei marry Tilly. The eldest son of your family, Vilas, will go to the High Court once the marriage is decided."

Jaime opened his mouth slightly, but suddenly closed it again. He did not speak to defend Cersei like he usually did, but just listened silently to Tywin's decision.

……

"If you want to leave, where should you go?"

The fat eunuch's words were like the whispers of a prostitute in the ear of a client. He didn't seem to care how he found this place.

"Go back to the North..." Sansa swallowed, remembering her answer.

Varys paused lightly. He stared at Sansa's face for a long time. The expression on her face looked complicated, as if she was thinking about something.

Sansa couldn't see this, so she quickly confessed all she had prepared, "I know your hiding place and many of your secrets. I just need to return to the North, to Winterfell, I..."

"I understand." There was melancholy in Varys's words, which made Sansa stunned. The fat eunuch approached her cautiously. The originally tangy smell of rouge powder disappeared, and a faint feeling of uneasiness welled up from the bottom of her heart, but The implicit smell of blood in the air made her settle down again.

The lady is not far away.

"It's too cruel for a little girl to face this," Wallis smiled bitterly, "Don't worry and wait, I will help you go home."

Sansa straightened her sleeves, took off the brim of her hat, put away the memories just now, pushed hard with both hands, and the wooden door covered by the haystack creaked open. She took a long breath, climbed out of the haystack, and breathed in hard. Slightly fresh air.

There was an abandoned room in the Red Keep. Sansa could see that it had been used as a kitchen. Kitchen utensils, moldy grains of rice, and leftover vegetable leaves were scattered around the room.

She lifted up her skirt, closed the wooden door, covered it with haystacks, and crept out.

"As long as you," Wallis's words were still ringing in his ears, "help me say something at the right time..."

"What words?" Sansa almost blurted out.

"Come back when the time is right. Be careful, child, and don't be discovered." Varys whispered cautiously, giving Sansa a smile.

Sansa straightened her clothes, dusted off the tangled grass on her lower body, straightened her chest, and her face regained its composure.

(End of this chapter)