Robert King's warhammer is indeed formidable.
Cersei Queen's method is to make Robert·Baratheon unable to stay awake and unable to stand firmly, so how can he hold the war hammer steadily.
Jaime's repeated admonishments still had an effect on Cersei.
This time, Cersei Queen is willing to be more patient. This kind of waiting is like a gamble and can make her heart beat. Maybe one day it will suddenly bring her an unexpected surprise.
Cersei Queen is very proud in her heart. In House Lannister, apart from Tywin·Lannister, she is the only one who can think of such a brilliant and flawless plan.
Cersei Queen stepped towards the direction of Lancel. Lancel couldn't help but face Cersei and kept moving back.
Not long after, Lancel's back hit the wall, and he had no way to retreat.
Cersei Queen and Lancel are only one punch apart, and Lancel wants to melt his body into the wall.
Cersei Queen first lowered his eyes, then raised his eyes and looked directly at Lancel: "Lancel, what you have to do is very simple. Give Robert what I prepared to drink. That drunkard might even praise you."
Lancel's pupils shrank and his teeth chattered. "Cersei, are you going to poison me?"
Cersei Queen frowned and raised his voice slightly. "Lancel, are you scared to death? Are you still worthy of being Lannister's lion?"
Lancel paused, the family's glory seemed to bring him back to his senses. "Cersei cousin, what do you want me to change for?"
Cersei Queen then nodded slightly with satisfaction, and raised the corners of his lips. "I specially prepared a large amount of high-strength red wine. If you want him to like it, you may not even need to do anything. He will become addicted himself, because he is a dirty drunkard."
Is it okay to just change it to one with higher alcohol content?
Cersei Queen's words made Lancel feel relieved. He had been frightened by his cousin Cersei's joke before.
Lancel was so frightened that he was sweating. He ignored the sweat beads on his face and smiled innocently, "Cousin Cersei, your joke almost scared me to death. Leave it to me to change the alcohol. I think King Robert might like it very much. If he is happy, he can stop scolding me. Thank you for your trouble. Why didn't I think of that..."
Lancel I can't talk any more.
Cersei Queen was smiling, but this smile felt more and more weird in Lancel's sight, making him feel like he was an idiot.
Cersei Queen patted Lancel and said softly, "It's so stupid and cute."
Lancel's body froze, and he noticed a pair of unfamiliar and soft hands moving around underneath him.
"There are two kinds of wine, one is twice the usual amount, the other is three times the usual amount..."
"Sister... your... hand..."
Cersei Queen lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Lancel, don't move... tell me how to arrange this wine?"
Lancel's breathing was heavy, but he maintained a trace of sobriety. "I... think... twice is what I usually drink for His Majesty. I can't think of three times."
"Robert, what else do you like to do besides drinking?"
Looking for a female branch girl!
Lancel, whose brain was in an active state, could not bear to blurt out the answer, "Hunting?"
Cersei Queen raised his eyes, stared at Lancel, and said, "Do you know what to do?"
Lancel swallowed his saliva and nodded silently.
"So, my future hero Lancel, do you want to get the reward from Queen now? Or wait until you are successful? I think you are too active. My cousin can make an exception for you."
Lancel's Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help but move his gaze downwards. After seeing clearly, he immediately looked away and whispered, "Cersei, I am your cousin."
Cersei Queen just looked at Lancel with the corners of his lips curled up and didn't reply.
No, maybe cousin Cersei is drunk, I want to leave immediately!
Everyone in Red Keep knows that Cersei Queen never leaves his glass of wine.
Lancel took a deep breath, escaped from Cersei's clutches, straightened his clothes and said, "Cousin Cersei, don't worry!"
After that, Lancel did not say goodbye to Cersei Queen and left the room as if fleeing.
After Lancel left, Cersei Queen hummed a tune, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip Summer Wine.
Cersei Queen used means to achieve her goal and felt very happy.
At night, Crabb camp.
"Good night, Miss Margaery."
"Good night, Lord Gryn."
Gryn, who had just finished dinner, received a direct visit from Highgarden Little Rose.
After Gryn invited Margaery·Tyrell to sit down, the generous Gryn ordered the attendants to light a few more candles in the tent.
Gryn looked at Margaery with a smile on his face, and thought to himself, Little Rose looked much more pleasing to the eye than Willas who pretended to be kind.
Compared with the low-key luxury when we last saw each other, Margaery·Tyrell's outfit tonight is much more gorgeous.
Margaery·Tyrell's light brown hair is gathered to one side, hanging lazily on her beautiful collarbone.
Margaery·Tyrell sits with his upper body straight and his hands folded, and his posture is very graceful.
After Gryn entered the tent from Margaery·Tyrell, no matter what they saw in their clothes, sitting postures and expressions, it was clear that Margaery·Tyrell who came tonight was the daughter of Lord of Highgarden, not the aristocratic lady who was full of affinity when they met for the first time.
The Duke's daughter... Thinking of this, the figure of Littlefinger Petyr suddenly popped into Gryn's mind.
It seems that Littlefinger Petyr will only fall in love with the Duke's daughter.
Margaery·Tyrell A smile flashed across his eyes, "I heard at Highgarden that Lord Gryn was injured. I was really worried, so I came over to visit him overnight."
It might be a little embarrassing for an ordinary person at this time, but Lord Gryn is not an ordinary person.
Gryn frowned slightly, put a palm on his chest, and said in a weak voice, "Thank you, Miss Margaery, for your concern. I'm fine."
The air inside the tent was stagnant for a second.
Margaery·Tyrell covered her mouth and smiled softly, her beautiful eyes turning into crescent moons. "Lord Gryn, I kind of admire your... sword skills."
Gryn spread his hands and said, "I still have to thank Miss Margaery again for her thoughtfulness."
After a pause, Gryn said again, "Miss Margaery, I am a swordsman and I am not very polite. If you need my help, please speak up and I will be happy to help you."
Margaery·Tyrell's showy hands flexed slightly, but immediately stretched out. "Lord Gryn, after hearing that you were injured, I was really worried. You are our guest after all. House Tyrell wants to protect your safety in the Reach. This is related to House Tyrell's honor."
Gryn's eyes moved slightly, he touched his chest politely and nodded.
Margaery·Tyrell said with a smile on his face, "In order to express Tyrell's lack of care, and also so that Lord Gryn can go back and recuperate in peace, grandma specially asked me to bring some Gold Dragon to you."
Little Rose's grandmother? Olenna·Redwyne, known as Queen of Thorns?
Pufferfish Lord's mother...Gryn had a strange expression on her face. "With all due respect, Miss Margaery, may I ask how much your grandmother asked you to bring?"
Margaery·Tyrell blinked, paused, and his tone was still soft. "Three thousand Gold Dragon."
Sure enough!
Gryn raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling.
What was in his mind was: I'll give you 5 million and leave my son!
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