Traveling through Game of Thrones with the LOL system

Tyrion took Bronn and Podrick on the driveway outside the King's Landing Gate. Donne's letter had just arrived a few days ago, so he had to follow his father's instructions to greet him. Tyrion was bored carrying the letter on the road. stones.

With a sword in both hands, Bronn supported himself like a cane, and then caught the lady wearing silk on the road, his eyelids fluttered with the beating of his chest, and when the plump woman passed by, he reluctantly turned his gaze to move down.

Podrick carried the banner of House Lannister against the heat as he turned his remaining attention to the far side of the road.

Tyrion was bored waiting, and sat on the stone pier by the side of the road again. Seeing the sun shining on Podrick's mind, Bronn hid in the shade of a tree and looked at the passing women with interest. Shaking his legs regularly, he stroked his mustache with his hand from time to time.

As a senior bed player, Tyrion can now guess what Bronn is thinking, even the twitch of the corner of Bronn's mouth can think of what he is talking about.

"Podrick, give the flag to Bronn to sit down and rest for a while." Hearing what Tyrion said, Podrick straightened up from the flagpole, shook himself to forcibly cheer himself up, and then nodded to signal to remind him. Leon himself was fine.

"What Bronn did you see! Dorne will only come from the south." Tyrion called out to Bronn.

Bronn snorted, looked back at Tyrion with relief, and then spread his hands, "I'll look for the Dornishmen again, in case they don't come to King's Landing alone in a caravan or on foot."

"Then what did you find?"

"You have to tell me what the Dornish people look like before I can tell you. I have portrayed all the people here." Bronn pointed to his head.

"Shall I tell you what size butt or chest size a Dornishman has?" Tyrion asked rhetorically.

Bronn put on a straight face and pretended to be serious: "Tell me about the hair color, skin color and appearance."

Tyrion looked at the prudish Bronn suspiciously, thinking that this kid had been to brothels a lot, and he had never been exposed to prostitutes somewhere, and now he pretended to be in front of him.

Tyrion said tentatively: "Black hair, olive skin, it may be due to Dorne's sun exposure, it should be a little burnt yellow, like to wear satin robes and belts, inlaid with gems."

Bronn squeezed the corners of his eyes and tried his best to recall, replayed the beauties he had seen just now in his mind, and then savored them carefully, with the corners of his mouth still twitching from time to time, Tyrion knew he was asking for nothing when he heard it. After that, he returned to the stone pier and sat down resentfully.

At this time, Podrick, who was standing on the road, suddenly moved. Tyrion followed Podrick's gaze, and the uninterrupted carriage came from a distance. Podrick began to broadcast the source of the flag. .

In the middle of the talk, "Ah!" A voice of epiphany came out of Bronn's mouth. Indeed, earlier today, when almost a few people had just come out to welcome guests, a woman in neat clothes described to Tyrion It was similar to holding a man's hand and entering King's Landing, and even responded with a slight smile to Bronn's gaze. Bronn's heart fluttered, and not long after he walked out, he freed up a hand to lift the hem of the skirt from his thigh, Let Bronn enjoy a moment of spring.

Tyrion turned his head and looked at Bronn with displeasure on his face. After their eyes met, they quickly sorted their clothes and stood beside the truth, waiting for the coming of Dorne's noble carriage.

After the two parties met and asked, the Dorne nobles told Tyrion Oberyn and his mistress Ellaria Sand that they had already arrived in King's Landing.

Inside the Red Castle, Cersei looked at the daughter-in-law sent by the Iron Islands. She had a tall figure and shyly buried her head in her slightly bulging chest. She was wearing a slightly ill-fitting beige pleated floral skirt.

"Look up," Cersei said.

The girl raised her head slowly.

Cersei got up from her seat and moved closer to get a better look.

Cersei held up the girl's chin to look at her, her slender eyelashes were fluttering anxiously, her temples were already a little sweaty due to tension, but she was still breathing slowly so as not to disturb the queen in front of her.

Cersei looked at the girl who was about the same age as Joffrey. She was indeed a nice person, but this was not the daughter of Baron of the Iron Islands. Cersei set her sights on Tywin.

"This is your new daughter-in-law, she is Asha, your daughter-in-law, the Queen on the Iron Throne."

Seeing that Cersei was still puzzled, Tywin then said again: "Her name is Asha, the Iron Throne recognizes it, and the Iron Islands recognize it, that's all."

Cersei looked at the girls in the hall again, and said after a long time,

"The Iron Islands are just a bunch of robbers. There is no need to use the Queen's position to win them over. My child is worthy of a better noble lady."

"Better? Where is it? The Iron Islands have a fleet. Whether it is the battle against the northern rivers or the subsequent battle with Highgarden and Dragonstone Island, the Iron Islands' fleet will be indispensable. They can Containing half of the defense force in the northern border, speedy settlement of the northern border is the most important thing, Lannister is using the blood money of the storm to launch a war, and there is no financial resources to support Lannister to fight a protracted war."

"When the wedding is over, I plan to personally lead the troops northward. If Joffrey can't do it, I will let Tyrion do it for me. I will find a way to let Highgarden open his pockets and settle the debt of the Iron Bank for your child."

Tywin got up and came to the girl from the Iron Islands, and squeezed the little girl's shoulders. The girl looked up at the tall bearded old man with all gray hair, but the twin woods were shining brightly.

"Son, do you know how to be a queen?"

Hearing Tai Wen's words, the little girl stood there in a daze.

Tywin then walked up to the little girl, put his hands on his shoulders, and then slowly bent down, "Admonish your king, follow the advice of your elders, and tell his elders when the king behaves irrationally, Let his elders stop it." Tywin whispered in the girl's ear.

"It's very simple, right! But the last queen doesn't seem to be good, you are better than her." As Tywin glanced at Cersei, the girl was engulfed by Tywin's aura, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her skirt.

Tywin straightened up, then looked at Cersei.

"Let's go! The queen needs a new dress." Tywin tilted his head and motioned to the girl.

Seeing this, Cersei came over and took the girl's hand, and then walked out of the hall together, "What's your name?" Cersei asked.

"Susan Pike." The girl murmured back.

"No! Your name is Asha Greyjoy, future queen of King's Landing, remember your identity."