Chapter 401
Kevan Lannister is much older than when Tywin was alive, he is still tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist, but his once sparse golden hair has fallen out on his forehead.
During this time, he had a very difficult time, his big brother died tragically, his second nephew killed his father, his eldest nephew disappeared, his niece became Mad King III (the second is Joffrey), Wall appeared Others, Dragonstone changed hands, Targaryen is back...
And eldest son Lancel, who gave up his title and Fiefdom, became a capable player under High Sparrow, and actually gave Cersei his old base.
Ser Kevan, as steady as Old Dog, also felt that Lannister's reign couldn't be more stable.
He touched his thick chin and his neatly trimmed golden beard, and sighed: "For the sake of trifling a million Golden Dragons, you unleashed an uncontrollable beast. Look at the way you are now, you still think it's worth it. ?"
Remembering the experience of this time, Cersei's pale cheeks twisted and growled, "I'm the Queen Mother, High Septon should have listened to me."
"Targaryen There are dragons, but they don't dare to say such things." Kevan's eyes showed a strange mixture of sarcasm and pity, "High Sparrow accuses you of murdering kings, murdering gods, incest, treason, infidelity, and false accusations.
And just because the Targaryen are close relatives, Church thinks they are against human relations and want to rebel.
Compared to you, Maegor the Cruel is Saint. Why do you think High Septon has it After you are armed, will you listen to you?"
"Huh, slaying the gods?" Cersei laughed, "I think, is it possible?"
"This is the The problem is," Kevan facial expression grave, "High Sparrow believes that High Septon is the spokesperson of The Seven in the world, and murdering him is tantamount to killing a god.
Do you understand what this means?
High Septon is equal to The Seven, so how much is the king on Iron Throne worth?"
"Then send your troops to destroy Sparrow, kill all High Sparrow's beggar army, and let High Sparrow Lick the soles of my feet!" Cersei said bitterly.
"Turn Holy Land into a slaughterhouse?" Kevan was stunned, then shook his head with a wry smile: "If Tywin was here, I might have done it earlier, but I...
Sorry, all of Lannister's elite soldiers went to the Riverlands with Jaime, and I don't have the guts or courage. Actually, if Tyrion was here..."
"Don't mention that beast , he murdered my son, and killed my father, I've fallen into the miserable situation I am today, all because of him!"
Cersei was furious, and the veins of the pale arm that held the back of the chair were exposed.
("Ahhhhhh Who's talking about me?"
Gulf of Grief, Tyrion rubbed his nose, walked to the side of the ship, and looked at the azure mountain in the distance range, whispered:
"Hey, I've finally arrived at Slaver's Bay, and I don't know if Dragon Queen will be like my old bitch who prefers the deformed little monkey with no head... ...")
"Ah, Ah"
"Did you catch a cold?" Kevan asked with concern as he looked at his niece who was sneezing suddenly.
"No...that name turns my stomach." Cersei panted.
"Ugh..." Kevan put his elbows on the table, pressed the temples a few times, and sighed, "Well, you don't like Tyrion, but Margaery is Tommen's wife, your son. Daughter-in-law.
How can a mother-in-law send oneself lover to seduce her daughter-in-law, and then declare to the whole country that her daughter-in-law is a bitch? Have you ever thought about how Tommen feels?"
(The 'green' faty Tommen crying faintly in the toilet: wu wu wu, finally someone has taken my feelings into consideration, it's still the second grandfather!)
Cersei twisted his hands and fingers tightly together, hating Hate: "Tommen is only nine years old, and Margaery is 16. As a woman, I can understand best that she can't stand it, she can't stand it! Otherwise, why would she ask Pycelle for Moon Tea?"
Kevan said casually: "You also said that the age gap is too big, and it is nature. Margaery can drink Moon Tea, which means that she will not help Tommen give birth to evil seeds. Forbearance, it's over."
(Tommen looks blank: Second grandpa, is this what someone said? Why can't you bear it?)
"hmph, how do you know Margaery doesn't Will it give birth to evil?" Cersei lifted his chin slightly, and an inexplicable sense of superiority emerged spontaneously.
"Uh..."
Looking at his niece's sarcastic and smug smile, Kevan realized that this is an expert, a senior.
Stealing men, giving birth to evil, murdering relatives, unfilial son usurping the throne, a set of "poison queen" combination punches are very smooth and have a lot of experience.
Ser Kevan said earnestly: "But we can't do without Highgarden's support right now, especially when Targaryen reappears in Westeros.
Daenerys has dragons!
Don't say that Margaery hasn't raised an unfilial son, even if she does give birth to ten or eight wild species, Tommen, you, me, and all the Lannisters must be happily recognized.
Anyway, Tommen's surname Baratheon, we Lannisters are not too embarrassing..."
"Uncle, what are you talking about? Game of Thrones, either loser or winner, there is no middle ground , no compromise." Cersei was surprised and angry.
"You didn't hear what I said?" Ser Kevan raised his voice and asked, "Daenerys Targaryen is back, she has dragons, dragons, dragons, understand?
Only With the strength of the Lannisters, Tommen can't sit still Iron Throne, understand? Our real enemy is Targaryen, understand?"
"Daenerys..." Cersei chewed the name over and over again like chewing gum. Began to doubt the identity of the woman in the prophecy (ps).
"Is Daenerys pretty? Am I pretty?"
She asks mindlessly, a Ser Kevan unfathomable mystery.
"What?" he asked suspiciously.
"Is Daenerys as beautiful as me?" Cersei asked again.
"Are you crazy?" Ser Kevan's eyes widened in horror, as if the woman opposite suddenly turned into a terrifying monster he had never seen before.
"Is it true that the woman who was younger and more beautiful than me and who took everything I cherished was not Margaery, but Daenerys?"
Cersei stared blankly Unfat, mumbling something that makes Kevan unfathomable mystery.
"Daenerys doesn't conquer King's Landing right away, she sends a sacred oath to all the princes, 'the one who ends Long Night is king'.
So you don't have to worry about having Demon Dragon is coming to burn King's Landing, Targaryen is a threat, but only a threat to the future, don't worry, don't be afraid, don't be crazy..." Ser Kevan was a little scared, and continued comforted.
Cersei came back to his senses, after figuring out Uncle Bai's words, said with a sneer: "You also believe what a woman says? I dare say that little bitch must be quietly building a huge navy, first lied Let's be paralyzed, and then use Dragonstone as a bridgehead, take the army across the Narrow Sea, and go straight to King's Landing."
"In my wisdom, I will do the same, but you can't understand it!? "Cersei shook his head slightly, sighing.
Ser Kevan glared at her and said, "Dragon Queen has a very good reputation, and now everyone says 'Targaryen, speak like a mountain'. She was born for several years, and she has never broken her oath, even more how sacred oath ?"
"Targaryen, speak like a mountain? It's really going to put gold on the face, that woman oneself said?" Cersei smiled contemptuously.
"You think I'm stupid? It's useless to say anything these days, it depends on what she does." Ser Kevan sighed with admiration in his eyes, "Don't doubt, Wall has someone from Lannister. . Her every move is written into a report and sent by Raven to Casterly Rock.
I can swear that she is a true Knight Queen who loves the people, is just and trustworthy, and is brave and fearless."
"Are you crazy?" Cersei exclaimed as if he had suddenly seen a large rare beast.
"Know your enemy and acknowledge her nobility before you can defeat her." Ser Kevan's bright eyes looked directly at Cersei's eyes, and he said every word:
"In the War of Four Kings, your father himself admitted that his tactics and experience were somewhat out of date compared to Young Wolf's Heavenly Horse.
So he avoided head-to-head combat, and in his The field that Young Wolf is best at, but not good at, defeated the enemy."
"Well, tell me, what is the field that Daenerys is not good at, but you are good at?" Cersei twitched his lips. .
Ser Kevan flashed bright light in his eyes, lightly said with a smile: "She is very brave and responsible, let Others take her away!"
"This What?" Cersei rolled the eyes, disdain: "Only the most ignorant village women would believe that verbal curses are useful.
I also want Others to take Margaery away, but that bitch |People are now sitting by the warm fireplace of the Red Keep, feasting, singing, laughing and laughing."
Ser Kevan couldn't press his eyebrows a few times, exhausted talking to his stupid and crazy niece, At the same time, I miss the smart and decisive big brother of oneself more and more: why did such a great man die in the kennel?
Damn Tyrion!
Secretly sighed in my heart, Lion Family "Old Dog" cheered up again and said, "Margaery is not in Red Keep, neither are Tommen and Pycelle in Red Keep."
" Where did they go?" Cersei wondered.
"I sent a letter to Dragonstone, on behalf of Lannister and Iron Throne acknowledging the agreement of 'the one who ends Long Night is king' and wishing to conclude a 'United Front Against Ghosts' covenant with Dragonstone , to ensure that King's Landing is not infringed by Demon Dragon.
It's just that Dragon Queen hasn't replied to me yet, Red Keep is in danger of being burned by Dragonflame, we all change places to live every day, and try to avoid Demon Dragon's surprise beheading
Speaking of this, Kevan's face became weird, "In a way, you are safest in the Great Sept of Baelor, Dragon Queen is a devout disciple of The Seven, Never set the Great Sept on fire. Otherwise, you might as well—"
Not waiting for his uncle's bad idea to finish, Cersei waved his hand vigorously, interrupted him, and said firmly:
"I'd rather be high above the Iron Throne, burnt to ashes by the Dragonflame, than slowly decay in a cold, damp dungeon!"
"Cersei, you can't sit on the Iron Throne anymore, no matter the judgment. Whatever it is, your reign is over, and I'll be the Regent King until Tommen comes of age."
Ser Kevan crossed his fingers, leaned back on the high back of the wooden chair, and stared at the woman across from him. , carefully observe the reaction of the niece.
"I am the queen mother! You should serve me as you are loyal to my father, not replace me."
Cersei clenched his fists and stared at him. See oneself's uncle.
"You confessed to High Sparrow your infidelity and infidelity, and Church asked you to atone for your sins, parade around the city... naked."
Kevan didn't look away, as if he couldn't bear it Look at the twisted, sad face of the niece again.
"No, not at all," Cersei begged weakly, helpless as a child, "Uncle, you have to refuse High Sparrow's rude demands.
He's humiliating me. , humiliate Lannister, humiliate King, humiliate Iron Throne, humiliate this country."
"Cersei, you can't represent this country." Ser Kevan sighed then said, "Remember what Tywin arranged for you when he was alive. Is it?"
"Arrangement?" Cersei was stunned for a moment, then shook his head frantically: "No, I will not marry again, I am Tommen's mother, the queen mother, I will not leave Red Keep, I won't leave King's Landing."
The women in this world are very sad, strong and crazy like Cersei, and they live very unsatisfactory lives.
As a teenager, involuntarily married Robert (she didn't like Robert); as a queen, daily subjected to domestic violence by Robert; killed Robert, ready to be a carefree Lust Queen Dowager, and Tywin immediately wanted to marry her.