Lord Jon suddenly said, "Kingswood Hunt Did it be held on time?"
This is the second time. Lord Jon asked the same question yesterday.
Petyr lowered his head slightly, the sarcasm on his lips flashed away. "Yes, they have all set off, and the noble ladies of Crownlands are also here as scheduled, you can rest assured."
Lord Jon nodded slightly. "Petyr, you have to remember, don't underestimate this kind of activity, it will capture people's hearts unconsciously."
Petyr stroked his chest and nodded, his voice very respectful. "Thank you for your teaching, I will keep it in my heart."
"Queen..."
Petyr noticed that Lord Jon, who was about to speak, seemed to be lost in thought and stood quietly aside.
After a while, Lord Jon finally spoke, "I have been dealing with government affairs for many years and have met all kinds of people. The thought of Little Baron named Gryn always makes me uneasy. It's ridiculous. He is just a teenager. I don't know why I feel this way."
Petyr's eyes moved and he comforted, "You may be too tired. If it were anyone else, you wouldn't be in a good state when you are tired."
Lord Jon ignored Petyr's comfort and continued, "Cersei Queen is willful and unpredictable. A person with this kind of character must never let her hold a sharp sword in her hands. She will eventually do something amazing. You have to trust the judgment of an old man. My honor does not allow me to slander His Highness Queen."
Lord Jon raised his slightly trembling hand, and Petyr quickly stepped forward and held it with both hands.
"Crackclaw Point's people are a group of beasts in human skin, a bloodthirsty sword."
Lord Jon is a very pragmatic person and does not exaggerate things. After hearing this, Petyr suddenly felt cold at the place on his chest where Gryn had cut him.
"Petyr, we have to find a way to get this bloodthirsty sword out of Queen's hands."
Petyr naturally understands the meaning of Lord Jon's words, which is to let him take action against Lord Gryn, or at least drive Lord Gryn out of King's Landing.
Petyr has a headache. He actually doesn't want to come into contact with Lord Gryn in a short time.
After this period of repeated thinking, Petyr has a further understanding of Game of Thrones.
Military nobles like Lord Gryn will abide by the rules of the game when it is beneficial to them, but when they are in an unfavorable situation, they will not abide by the rules of the game and will choose to use the most primitive violence.
After realizing this, Petyr felt confused.
Although Petyr thought a lot at that moment, there was nothing on his face. "Your Majesty, your method is actually very good. You sent Lord Gryn and ended up with Targaryen. Young Dragons is justifiable."
Petyr is Lord Jon's confidant. He knows many things about Lord Jon very well.
Petyr raised the corners of his lips and patted the back of Lord Jon's hand. "You are kind enough to give him a month. If he refuses, he will not be able to stay in King's Landing, because King Robert will not..."
Petyr's eyes were full of reverence. "If Lord Gryn accepts, he will leave King's Landing. Targaryen's Young Dragons is on the other side of the strait. You are a clever chess player. In fact, you have completed the layout. You just need to wait for the good news."
Kingswood, Under the blue sky, the branches of the trees are intertwined.
It didn't rain all the way, and the Kingswood Hunt team arrived at their destination on time.
As early as King's Landing, Gryn had already arranged for people to go ahead with temporarily recruited craftsmen.
All the tents that Queen will use have been set up before they arrive, and the ground inside the tents is a wooden floor that has been laid in advance.
This morning, the carpet merchant Petri who arrived early also laid his Myrish Carpet on the floor.
Gryn can only do this due to lack of time. There are other conventions. The additional money received from Petyr is mainly used to improve the satisfaction of Cersei Queen.
Cersei Queen who are in a happy mood, don't count how much Gold Dragon Gryn spent and how much Gold Dragon is left.
As for other people's tents, Gryn maintained the usual routine, and the busy crowd was starting to set up.
Inside the tent of Queen.
At this time, there are only two people here, Cersei and Gryn.
Cersei Queen is a "home girl" who prefers to stay in Red Keep most of the time. She never likes dirt roads and dust, so she is very satisfied with Gryn's careful arrangements.
Cersei Queen is wearing a slit nightgown made of tulle material, her delicate body is looming, which makes Gryn's eyes have nowhere to focus.
I can't destroy the character design, as this will make Boss Cersei lose some of the fun, so Gryn has no choice but to lower his eyes and study the texture of Myrish Carpet below.
Cersei Queen still has a full cup of Summer Wine in his hand.
Cersei Queen glanced sideways at Gryn, a smile flashing across his eyes.
"Lord Gryn, Highgarden has a reply?"
Gryn raised his eyes and looked at Cersei Queen with his brown eyes. "Yes, Your Highness Queen, Highgarden's messenger has just arrived. My clan soldiers are responsible for the peripheral security over there, and I have arranged for the Highgarden messenger to be sent to other places directly, so that he will not be discovered by people here."
Rubbing the cup with his fingertips for a while, Cersei Queen took a sip of Summer Wine, and then said, "You did a good job. It was right to stop the Lord Oaf's messenger. Don't let him appear in front of others for the time being."
Gryn shuddered and said with helplessness in his tone, "I just made more preparations out of habit. In fact, I don't really want my arrangements to be useful. I can only guess that Lord of Highgarden was too happy after knowing that you were going to send an envoy."
After a pause, Gryn continued, "Our letter hinted that we have important matters to discuss. Normally, both parties would have a tacit understanding. For example, I went to Highgarden in the name of buying food."
Gryn is doing both business and private matters, running around for Cersei Queen, and buying a batch of grain for the territory.
Cersei Queen glanced sideways at Gryn: "My Little Baron, did you find something?"
Gryn spread his hands and said, "It was originally a normal thing, but something abnormal happened. I think there must be some things that we didn't expect.
Someone inside Highgarden may not want to see Lord of Highgarden and His Highness Queen establish... friendship?"
Cersei Queen put the wine glass on the table with a bang, stared at Gryn with beautiful eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Who is it? Who dares to hinder my business?"
I guess I can't tell Cersei Queen, what should I do if she let me go to Highgarden and chop someone off in a fit of anger!
It's not easy to work for Boss Cersei!
Gryn actually misses Jaime. If he were here, even if Cersei Queen said it, he would take the initiative to stop it.
Jaime has been a bit unscrupulous recently. He has always been inseparable, but why is he often not with Cersei Queen.
Gryn stepped forward, picked up the jug and poured wine. "Your Highness Queen, it is possible that anyone from Highgarden, there is no specific person at the moment."
After filling up, Gryn put the jug back and said, "When I get to Highgarden, if there are people who hinder His Highness Queen, I will deal with them one by one."
Cersei Queen leaned on the back of the chair with a willful attitude, picked up the wine glass again, and raised the corners of his lips. "Then they have to be careful, they don't know that your sword blade is sharp!"
Cersei Queen raised the wine glass, raised his beautiful chin and took a sip. Summer Wine: "I agree."
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