Chapter 430 May the Fish Beam Tree Bless You!

"Please take a seat. The guests will be here soon."

Margaery sat on a brown round stool and greeted the Targaryen brothers and sisters.

Her bright face showed her beauty, and her brown eyes were like a deer in the woods. One look at them would make your heart beat wildly.

Rhaegar took a glance and felt that the flesh between his lips and teeth was sweeter.

It's not that he has no aesthetic taste, nor that he has extraordinary vision.

When you have experienced the baptism of blood and fire, all you see are wreckage and charred corpses, screams come and go in your ears, and all you smell in your mouth and nose is a strong burnt smell.

It's a bit hard to think.

Rhaegar thought, smiled, and sat on a round stool.

"Brother~"

Helena tilted her head and noticed something strange.

People with sensitive minds are always one step ahead of others.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, rubbed her little head, and smiled: "Don't worry about me, you are a little hot, enjoy the ice."

As a dream walker who has been trapped in nightmares since childhood, his mentality is not so fragile.

It's just that the killing is too heavy, adding a little haze to his heart.

He has to spend time cleaning, just like a servant sweeping garbage with a broom.

Helena looked serious, looked back and forth, and then turned her head.

She believed in her brother.

Brother said he was fine, there must be a reason why he was fine.

Margaery witnessed the whole process and said enviously: "You brothers and sisters have a good relationship, especially His Highness Rhaegar, who is more gentle than my two dead brothers."

The men in Highgarden are all gentle, all high-profile gentlemen.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he unconsciously picked up the wine glass and sipped the sweet fruit wine.

Helena's face was slightly red, and she picked up the wine glass and drank it "tons, tons, tons".

Margaery: ...

Did she say anything?

Eyes fell on the freckled face of the new sister, wondering why she blushed.

Rhaegar glanced at it, felt the small boots kicking lightly under the table, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

How could you understand Targaryen's affairs?

The guests arrived one after another, and the banquet officially began.

A round of boring greetings finally restored some peace.

Rhaegar's smile was stiff, and he drank more frequently.

Margaery covered her mouth and laughed: "The prince is still so uninterested in the crowd."

Rhaegar smiled politely.

There was no way, the position under his butt determined him to do so.

The guests this time came from extraordinary backgrounds, including members of the Rowan, Tully, Bisbury, and Redwyne families.

Although most of them were women, they represented the face of each family.

The soldiers under their command charged for the Targaryens, and Rhaegar had to return the favor one by one.

As the singer plucked the strings, the melodious voice spread, adding a bit of romance to the hot summer.

Margaery seemed to be a natural chatterbox, and her red mouth kept spewing out words, which was amazingly not annoying.

Listening to the lark-like voice, I could always unconsciously keep a good mood.

Without Rhaegar noticing, Margaery hugged the drunk Helena in her arms, and pressed her pretty face against her.

I have to admit that the two beauties, one big and one small, are very pleasing to the eye.

"Uh..."

Rhaegar's eyelids jumped, and hesitantly didn't know whether to stop it.

He thought of Jeyne, who was pregnant in the Eyrie.

Before they met, it seemed that she had an unusual relationship with Jansfer.

Many nobles in Westeros secretly talked about it.

Rhaegar could prove that the relationship between the two women was indeed wrong, and they slept on the same quilt.

But as far as he knew, there had been no physical collision beyond friendship.

Occasionally, when she was in a good mood, Jenny would tease him, asking if he should invite Jansif to join in.

Rhaegar knew that Jenny couldn't stand it.

"Helena, you are more beautiful than the last time we met. Your skin feels like butter pudding, soft and elastic."

Just when Rhaegar couldn't help but speak, Margaery let go of Helena and praised her reluctantly.

Helena had never experienced such intimacy before. Her face was as red as a monkey's buttocks. She said with difficulty: "No, I am very happy to ride a dragon."

As she spoke, her forehead was so nervous that it was steaming.

Rhaegar held his forehead with one hand. It was really unbearable to watch.

He was controlled too quickly.

Margaery smiled and let Helena snuggle in her arms to sober up. She pointed the spearhead at Rhaegar and opened the topic: "Father is in Oldtown this time. I heard that Lord Mond Hightower is very dissatisfied and wants to strive to be the commander of the coalition forces in the River Reach."

Hearing this, Rhaegar was refreshed.

I became interested and asked curiously, "Oh, who does old Tyrell have as my candidate?"

Since Alisson married my father and Otto became the chancellor again, the influence of the Hightower family has been growing.

I believe that no matter how confused old Tyrell is, he will not encourage the arrogance of the Hightower family.

Margaery pursed her lips and said playfully, "Of course it is Lord Thaddeus of the Rowan family. He and his brother-in-law, Lord Donald Tully, are both good and loyal."

After a pause, she added in a low voice, "Although Lord Thaddeus is a little fat, it is doubtful whether he can wear armor."

After finishing the information he wanted to say, he chuckled happily.

Rhaegar understood and smiled: "Lord Thaddeus is a good man, but Mond Hightower will probably be very angry."

The Rowan family has always been the top nobles in the Reach, and to some extent, they are not inferior to the Tyrell family of the feudal lord.

The contemporary Thaddeus Rowan, whose sister married Lord Tully of Horn Hill, has both money and martial spirit.

It's not that Mond, the big-nosed fool, can touch porcelain.

Margaery smiled more and said: "I also heard that the Hightower family's ships are heading to Myr and Tyrosh, intending to open up overseas trade points."

As the rose of Highgarden, she naturally hates the Hightower of Oldtown.

Hightower privately contacted the nobles of the Reach, which touched the bad luck of the feudal lord.

Rhaegar's eyes condensed, and it was the first time he heard of this matter.

All three city-states are the best ports, occupying the maritime trade chain on both sides of the Narrow Sea, and their potential is even greater than that of Oldtown, the first port in Westeros.

With the shrewdness and business sense of the Hightower family, taking root in the three city-states is no less than being like a fish in water.

Rhaegar thought to himself: "Too rich vassals are not good vassals."

Hightower is already rich enough, and its sphere of influence accommodates the headquarters of the Church of the Seven and the Citadel, to be frank.

It can be called the center of "culture and trade".

When he thought of the face of Alisson's stepmother, Rhaegar was full of resistance: "A foolish woman with delusional dreams."

As the two talked excitedly, a slender figure came over.

Lady Alyssa kept smiling: "Margaery, many noble ladies are looking for you, I can't handle it all by myself."

Her voice was soft and her posture was dignified.

At first glance, she was a rare and virtuous wife.

Rhaegar and Margaery looked up at her at the same time, neither of them spoke, and their expressions were very subtle.

After a while.

Rhaegar coughed lightly and said, "I'll take Helena down to rest, you guys are busy."

"The banquet has just begun, why don't you stay a little longer?"

Lady Alyssa's face changed slightly, and her expression was a little unnatural.

Rhaegar shook her head: "No, I can walk around the garden alone later."

Margaery also stood up, handed the confused Helena to Rhaegar, and apologized: "Then I'll take my leave first."

After that, she walked around Lady Alyssa and walked straight to a group of little sisters.

Lady Alyssa was a little embarrassed and found an excuse to leave.

Rhaegar looked at her back and couldn't help laughing: "Who doesn't have a stepmother? Her acting skills are far worse than Alisson."

Although Alisson was annoying, he also made contributions to the Targaryens and helped his father manage the Red Castle.

Even if he treated Rhaenyra and him, it was reasonable on the surface and he hadn't torn his face.

Compared with Lady Alyssa, the difference was obvious.

"Woo~"

Helena's eyes were hazy, and she said in confusion: "What's wrong with mother?"

She seemed to hear her brother mention her mother's name.

Rhaegar picked her up by the waist and said unhappily: "Nothing, I was praising her."

"Oh." Helena believed it.

Looking at Helena with her eyes closed, Rhaegar was angry and amused.

Alison really has a good husband and a bunch of good children.

Feeling the light and soft touch in her arms, there is one more reason to tolerate Alison.

Hate!

...

At dusk.

The temperature turned slightly cooler, and the fiery clouds in the sky were like dyes, embellishing the magnificent scene of the setting sun.

In the Godswood Forest, there is a single green courtyard.

Rhaegar was in a relaxed mood, with his silver hair casually draped over his shoulders, and walking on the narrow path paved with white marble with his clothes open.

Exotic flowers and plants were planted on both sides of the path, and the stone carvings and the pool complemented each other.

"Hmm~~"

Rhaegar closed his eyes slightly and hummed a popular ballad played with a harp.

He could actually take out the harp and play it well, but there was no need.

He didn't really appreciate the ballads he hummed.

He just thought he could do whatever he wanted, and the pop songs were catchy.

Just playing.

Unconsciously, a fish beam tree with a strange shape appeared at the corner of the garden.

Rhaegar saw it and moved forward.

Highgarden is a relatively developed castle, and the beliefs of new and old gods are allowed.

Rhaegar opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked up and down at the ugly tree.

This fish beam tree is different from any other one he has seen in daily life.

The roots spread far away, and the gnarled rhizomes exposed the ground, like the blue veins on the back of a person's hand.

The thick trunk is divided into three parts, entwined like a python, and the branches grow complex red leaves, casting a shadow over the land.

On each pale tree trunk, there was a strange human face carved.

Some laughed, some cried, and some were full of sorrow.

Rhaegar took one look and was deeply attracted by the ugly appearance.

He walked forward unconsciously and touched the rough bark with his hand.

As soon as he touched it, Rhaegar trembled all over, and his eyes flickered with a glimmer.

He paused for a moment, withdrew his hand, and stepped back.

Rhaegar crossed his arms, looked up at the tall scarlet treetops, and grinned: "What a distorted aesthetic."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away at a fast pace.

He considered himself a pure Valyrian dragon king.

A dragon king has no faith.

No matter whether it is the Seven Gods or the Old Gods, he can pretend, but it is limited to pretend.

Rhaegar glanced back at the weirwood with a vigilant look.

Just now, when he touched it, he suddenly felt a trace of magic.

That trace of magic came and went quickly, and disappeared without a trace.

Rhaegar has never felt this way.

It was as if something was hiding from him, and he didn't want the world to see his true appearance.

Rhaegar let go of it and didn't want to delve into it for the time being.

At the same time, an idea emerged in his heart.

Compared with the Seven Gods who like to meddle in other people's business, the Old Gods seem to have something.

I just don't know if this is much.

"I haven't had a dream for a while, go back to sleep."

Rhaegar yawned and slowly returned to the castle.

After being frightened by the weirwood, the stress symptoms brought by the war suddenly improved a lot.

Suddenly, it felt like that, not so important.

Rhaegar was stunned by this, clasped his hands together, and muttered: "Old Gods bless, weirwood bless."

I don't believe it, but I want to try.

Walking out of the garden, the sun was almost setting.

Rhaegar's expression was calm, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He felt relaxed and his brain was very active.

He had already understood the implementation of the strategy against Dorne and the idea of ​​"dealing with" the Hightower family.