Game of Thrones: I'm flying a dragon on your face, how do you respond?

"Master! You're back?!" Lysa hurried over, her belly slightly bulging and her face rosy.

Lord Arryn returned to the Prime Minister's Tower in a sedan chair. He is now 60 years old. For this world where the average life expectancy is only about 30 years old, he is already considered old!

But even so, his seeds are still able to take root and sprout in fertile soil! What a gratifying thing!

"Madam! Sorry to have kept you waiting! My husband is really busy with government affairs today..." The old Duke patted her hand affectionately.

Lysa's face froze, but soon returned to normal.

"Master, look at what you said! You are the Prime Minister who is busy all day long, and now you are the most prominent adult in the Seven Kingdoms. I am proud of you!"

"Is the child okay today?"

"Yes, the little guy is quite noisy in my belly!"

"That's good, that's good! It looks like a strong child!" Jon Arryn was very relieved. This child has placed great hopes on him!

"Yes... yes!" Lysa said absent-mindedly.

"Oh, by the way, sir, today I received a letter from my father's adopted son, the son of Lord Baelish of the Five Fingers Peninsula..." Lysa said carefully.

"Oh? Is it the child who grew up with you in Riverrun?" Jon Arryn asked with a frown. He had heard about the boy.

When Lysa's sister was betrothed to Eddard's brother Brandon, the child challenged Brandon a little overconfidently and was almost killed. Fortunately, Catelyn Tully pleaded for him.

But what he didn't know was that it was because of this challenge that his little wife volunteered to take care of the boy, which laid the root cause of the turmoil in the kingdom more than a decade later!

"Petyr is a lovely child! He is very smart, but the territory of the Baelish family is too small, so his father arranged for him to come to the capital to gain experience..." Lysa tried her best to say good things.

The Baelish family, Duke Arryn only vaguely remembered that they were granted a territory in the Battle of the Nine Copper Plate King, which seemed to be the smallest finger on the Five Fingers Peninsula?

As a qualified feudal lord, he had to remember the nobles of the valley, big and small, and even be familiar with their family history, coat of arms and clan language.

But he really didn't have a deep impression of the Baelish family. Their family was too inconspicuous. They were just a hired knight decades ago, and their territory was not large. It was a small village with only dozens of households. It could be called "a small noble among small nobles."

If the current Lord Baelish had not forged a deep friendship with Duke Hoster Tully in the Battle of the Nine Copper Plate King, how could he adopt that boy as his adopted son as the top noble of the Tully family?

It was because of this that the Baelish family was slightly known by Jon Arryn.

"That boy..." Jon pondered.

"Master, his name is Petyr!" Lysa said hurriedly.

"Well, since he grew up with you, you can't let him live on the streets of King's Landing..." Jon thought for a moment and continued, "Silk Street is being rebuilt now, and the king has rewarded me with some shops. You can ask him to be a steward first!"

"Ah? Just a steward..." Lysa pouted unhappily, her playful look was very endearing.

Jon Arryn admitted that his little wife was indeed a beauty. He wanted to hold her in his arms at this moment, but he touched his lower back and glanced at her bulging belly, and finally gave up this plan.

When people reach old age, they have no choice but to do it. I don't know if the Grand Maester has any tonic? The old man is ten years older than himself, but he is still a good teacher. He likes to teach young maids eloquence and craftsmanship, which is really enviable.

But even if I want to teach my wife, I'm afraid she is not a good student, Arryn thought helplessly.

Lysa went back to her room because she was pregnant. They didn't live in the same place, mainly because Jon Arryn snored loudly when he slept. Lysa was afraid that it would affect the baby's rest in her belly, so they lived separately since she became pregnant.

As soon as she returned to her room, she saw the partition behind the door move slightly, and a short-haired man with a short stature and thin body emerged from inside. He was not tall but had a handsome appearance, and his pair of gray-green eyes seemed to have infinite magic.

Just one look made Lysa's legs tremble and she almost fell down!

"He won't come in?" The little man whispered.

"No..." Lysa said with a red face, "He almost never comes to my room, unless he needs it! But you are too bold! You dare to do it when he comes back..."

The short man sniffed Lysa's brown-red hair deeply, then buried his head between her slender neck and hills, and greedily stretched out his tongue...

"Um... Don't... Petyr...!" Lysa covered her mouth and moaned softly, "If he finds out... I... Both of us will be killed... killed by him!"

"Hehe, madam, don't you think it's exciting to do this?" The man's low voice was like the temptation of the devil, "And I'm not only brave, but also brave in other places!"

The man took off his breeches, and Lysa saw it with an obsessed look in her eyes, laughed foolishly, and squatted down obediently...

It turns out that Lysa is a good student. Well, she is diligent and hardworking. Even if she is not mobile, she can deeply understand the most profound and ancient knowledge in the world.

Not long after, when the two were dressed again, Lysa told Petyr about her husband's arrangement, and he was obviously disappointed!

"With my talent, even if I can't become a courtier, it should be no problem for me to be a tax collector under him, right?" Petyr said angrily, "This is a humiliation to me!"

"Tsk tsk... Dear, didn't you just return it?" Lysa said lazily, at this moment she really looked like a young girl.

"It would be great if he could humiliate you once and you could humiliate him back immediately!"

"Besides, I hope you can stay in King's Landing all the time, so that we can meet often!"

Petyr's eyes flashed, and he patted Lysa's shoulder, "Silly child, you are already pregnant with his heir. After giving birth to the child, you will definitely put all your heart on that little guy... How can you remember me?"

"How is it possible, dear, I swear I love you more than anything!" Lysa said in panic.

"Swear? Oaths are not trustworthy, you know me... Unless you do this..." Petyr whispered in Lysa's ear.

"This..." Lysa's face turned pale, she touched her belly hesitantly, "but last time... my father forced me to drink tansy... the maester said it might be difficult to get pregnant again in the future..."

"Then don't look for me again in the future!" The man's face was livid, and his words were no longer tender.

"Dear, don't be like this, can't I listen to you?" Lysa looked at the man's resolute look, gritted her teeth and said resolutely.

Anyway, she and he are still young, the soil is fertile, the seeds are excellent, there is no worry about planting...

Poor Lord Arryn didn't know yet, at this time he held his head high, thinking about how to deal with the envoys from Braavos.

Alas, this Prime Minister's hat is really hard to wear! Fortunately, his wife gave him another one, and he wore it straight!

I can only say one thing: don't bow your head, the green hat will fall off, don't cry, the old king will laugh! Don't cry tired, someone will help you sleep, don't kneel down, the sea king will not be ashamed!