The voice was sharp and mean, with a condescending and arrogant tone that had been cultivated over many years.
Hearing this voice, Bronn's cynical smile became a little embarrassed and turned his head.
I saw Balman·Byrch Ser standing in the middle of the passage.
He was wearing a brand new dark blue knight's uniform and Longsword on his waist. He stood up straight and tried hard to look majestic and solemn.
But Bronn could see the fine beads of sweat seeping out from the edge of his hairline, glistening in the sun.
Because there was a woman standing next to him.
Falyse·Stokeworth.
The eldest daughter of Earl, Stokeworth, and the biological sister of Lollys·Stokeworth.
Since Tanda's daughter Earl has become too old and feeble, even movement has become a big problem. Now the de facto hostess of Fort Stoke Worth is Falyse.
At this moment, she was staring at Bronn, her eyes as mean and bitter as her appearance.
"My dear brother-in-law." Falyse said sarcastically as he walked away, "I didn't hear clearly just now. Are you calculating how many years our husband and wife can live?"
Bronn also looked at her, the awkward look on his face disappeared for a moment, and then he became arrogant and frivolous again.
"Mrs. Falyse," he said in a playful tone, "I'm just stating the facts."
"Facts?" Falyse took another step forward. "What facts?"
"Stokes Worth's line of succession, or my husband and I's longevity?"
"Both." Bronn grinned.
As soon as these words came out, Falyse's eyes narrowed.
"Ser."
Her tone became serious. "Do you know the history of House Stokeworth?"
Bronn didn't answer.
Falyse didn't need him to answer, so he answered on his own.
"Stokeworth has been in the royal realm for thousands of years."
"We have experienced the Blackfyre Rebellion, the tragedy of Summerhall, and King Robert's Rebellion. My father died in that war."
"But our castle has never been breached, and our family's legacy has never been cut off."
As she said that, she took another step forward, looking a little aggressive.
"You are a hedge knight, Bronn Ser."
"You make a living by selling swords, and fight for whoever pays the highest price. Before Battle of the Blackwater Rush, you were not even Ser."
"You just married my sister through some chance and became the son-in-law of Stoke Worth. I have to say that you are very lucky."
Then, her voice suddenly became sharp. "But you seem to have forgotten that Stoke Worth is not yours. It belongs to my father, my mother, and it will be mine in the future."
"And you are just an outsider."
"Without blood, no territory, and no retainers, all you have is a sword and a life that may be lost at any time.
Speaking of this, Falyse laughed.
That smile was beautiful, somewhat similar to Cersei's smile just now, but a little less crazy and more mean.
"So, my dear brother-in-law, when you calculate the life spans of me and Balman, you might as well do the calculation first.
"How long can an outsider like you survive in the winter of Westeros?
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding nobles held their breath.
After all, this famous scene of fighting between nobles is really... so beautiful!
Just now it was Lannister and Lannister, and now it's House Stokeworth's internal conflict.
Sure enough, you must come to such a grand event, otherwise you will never know what you will miss in your life.
Even if the ticket price is expensive, it's still worth it!
As the atmosphere became tense, Balman·Byrch stood behind Falyse, trying hard to maintain a dignified expression.
But there was more sweat on his forehead.
Even though he, the captain in the golden robe, is outside doing whatever it takes, what Balman fears most in his life is his wife.
However, Bronn was obviously not as timid as he was when facing Falyse.
He was silent for a few seconds, then smiled and cursed, "Fuck."
The sound was not loud, but many people heard it.
People were a little in disbelief.
After all, there is usually a whole class barrier between aristocratic ladies and hedge knights.
A knight, in front of all the royal nobles, cursed in the most straightforward and vulgar way. This is an area that few people have ever set foot on.
Of course, there is no precedent.
For example, a certain eternal emperor who has been poisoned to death.
But he is a king after all, and Bronn is just a knight.
But Bronn dared.
In other words, he doesn't care at all.
"Oh, dear sister!"
Just when Falyse was stunned, Bronn said frivolously, "You said that I am an outsider, you are absolutely right!"
"But do you know what is the biggest difference between outsiders and nobles?
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Falyse may be speechless and did not answer.
But Bronn didn't need her answer.
He just continued minding his own business, "The difference is that you nobles always like to mince words when talking, and you always use quotations from scriptures, making the other party guess for a long time before they understand that you are scolding him."
"But I'm different."
"I am a very direct person, I just say what I want."
He paused. "For example, I wanted Stoke Worth, so I married your sister Lollys, but you wanted your mother to die early and become the next daughter Earl, but you didn't dare to say so."
"For example, you married a knight from a small family and finally got into the golden robe. Now you are nearly fifty, and your monthly income is less than ten Gold Dragon."
"You dislike him and want to divorce him, but you don't dare to say so."
"So don't talk nonsense with me. Don't forget that you and Ser Balman don't have children. Accidents happen all the time in this world and no one can tell for sure."
"If you two fall from your horse one day or die for any other reason, then the castle, territory, title...
As he said that, Bronn grinned. "But it's all mine!"
Falyse stopped talking completely.
It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I can't say it.
She has heard a lot of bad words in her life.
But she has never heard of such vulgarity... No, it can't be considered vulgar anymore, and even lack of education is not enough to describe it.
That feeling was like tearing off the fig leaf and letting the bloody reality be spread out in the sun for everyone to watch.
Even as mean as she is, she suddenly realizes that she may not be facing someone who can be suppressed by status or dismissed by verbal humiliation.
This guy really wants his own life at any time!
Looking at Bronn's unbridled smile, Falyse's back began to feel cold.
She couldn't help but twist her stiff neck to look at her husband, who had been silent all this time.
As if to say, "You should say something!"
"Falyse."
Seeing this, Balman finally cleared his throat, then puffed out his belly and tried to make his tone sound majestic.
"It is well known that Bronn Ser is from a humble background and speaks vulgarly."
"Moreover, this marriage is Queen Mother Your Majesty... ahem."
"Although Lollys's marriage should indeed be more cautious...
"Although Bronn Ser was of humble origin, he made great contributions in Battle of the Blackwater Rush..
,,"However, if we could have examined a few more candidates at that time, I think I might have been able to select a more suitable one..
He kept talking for a long time, but Balman really couldn't go on.
Because Falyse is looking at him.
There was a sense of despair in those eyes. "How could I marry such a person?"
I thought that by stuffing him into the golden robe, this guy would be tougher, but unexpectedly, he still cowered like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand!
Falyse is almost mad!
But someone was obviously more angry than her.
"Balman·Byrch Ser!"
A voice sounded, and Falyse looked back, only to see Queen Mother walking towards them quickly.
There seemed to be something burning in those green eyes.
Arriving in front of Balman, Cersei asked directly and unceremoniously, "What you just said, can I understand that you are questioning my decision?"
Hearing this, Balman's face turned pale, and he quickly explained: Queen Mother Your Majesty, I just...
But Cersei didn't give him a chance to explain.
"Lollys Stokeworth has been a fool since the day she became sensible. She is in her thirties, but she still can't tell the difference between Silver Stag and Copper Penny, and can't remember other people's names!"
Queen Mother's voice was cold, but every word was heartbreaking. "Two years ago, there was a riot in King's Landing. She was dragged into it by more than a dozen thugs, and then she became pregnant."
"She gave birth to a son, but she doesn't know who the father is or which untouchable blood he is from."
"If I weren't the matchmaker, do you think any knight in Westeros would be willing to marry her?"
Hearing this, Balman licked his lips and said nothing, but Falyse's face suddenly turned pale.
Because that is House Stokeworth's deepest shame.
However, Cersei said it openly in front of so many nobles!
But before Falyse could take action, Cersei turned to look at her with all her firepower. "And you, Mrs. Falyse."
"You said Bronn was of low birth."
"Then do you know who awarded Bronn the title of knight?"
"It's my father, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms, Tywin Lannister!"
"You call this mean"?"
Hearing this, Bronn was extremely surprised. This woman could actually speak for him?
But just when he was almost moved, Cersei pointed the finger at him again. "You have made great achievements in Battle of the Blackwater Rush, Bronn Ser."
"This honor is hard-earned. If I were you, I would take it seriously instead of...
As she said that, she glanced at Tyrion: "Associating with such a demon and murderer will tarnish your knightly honor!"
I can only say that she is worthy of Cersei. In just a few words, everyone present was impressed.
Bronn rolled his eyes.
Yes, this is the Cersei Lannister he is familiar with.
However, he was not prepared to break up with the other party. After all, in the past few contacts, this woman was really difficult to deal with, and she would mess around at every turn.
But Bronn didn't care, but Falyse on the side pursed his lips into a straight line and stared straight at Cersei.
I keep telling myself in my heart that the other person is Queen Mother after all, just bear with it and it will be over.
But... damn, the more I think about it, the angrier I get!
Never mind!
"I suggest you say less, Your Majesty."
Just when Cersei held her head high, ready to return to her seat like a victorious lioness, Falyse gritted her teeth and retorted.
"What did you say?" Cersei frowned in confusion.
"I said... you'd better talk less."
Falyse stood there with a fierce look in his eyes. "You are Queen Mother, you bleed the blood of Casterly Rock, you married a king, you gave birth to a king."
"But if you could shut up at the critical moment, I think... maybe you wouldn't kill two kings in succession!"
Dead silence.
As soon as these words came out, everyone held their breath at the same time.
Too cruel!
Bronn couldn't help but glance at his sister-in-law, he didn't expect this woman to be so strong!
Cersei's face turned pale at first, and then suddenly turned red like the deepest flames of the seven hells!
"You bitch, what are you talking about?" Her voice was a little out of control and sharp.
But Falyse did not retreat, standing still and facing Cersei's gaze.
"I say... King Robert married you, and then he died, and King Joffrey was your son, and then he died too."
"Queen Mother Your Majesty, don't you think this is strange?"
Seeing that Cersei was really angry, Falyse had a mean smile on his lips, "Maybe, I mean maybe, have you been cursed by some kind?"
As soon as these words came out, Cersei's eyes widened at first, and then her chest heaved violently.
This damn woman...
Bitch!
"Falyse·Stokeworth!"
Her voice was trembling, and she yelled loudly without any concern for her face, "You bitch, you are jealous of me because you can't give birth to a child!"
"Not only that, you are also jealous that your sister is married to a hedge knight, jealous that she can have children, and jealous that her and Bronn's future son will steal your inheritance!"
Hearing this, Falyse's face also turned red.
"You have the nerve to tell me!"
She immediately responded unceremoniously, "You are jealous of Marga Li·Tyrell, and you are jealous of Sansa Stark because they are both younger and more beautiful than you!"
Cersei gritted her teeth. "But I can give birth to children, and I gave birth to three!"
Falyse: "Can you still give birth now? You are already old!"
Cersei: "But at least I gave birth to three, and you couldn't even lay an egg!"
In front of thousands of people, two of the most prestigious women in King's Landing started fighting each other.
That scene.
I can only say one wonderful thing.
As for the source of this scolding, Rivere Earl Lych secretly hid aside, quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and whispered to Herb beside him, "Remember today, son."
Herb asked blankly, "Remember what?"
"Remember, when you are arguing, never reason with a woman, especially a Lannister woman."
Hearing this, Herb became even more confused. "Why?"
Seeing that his son didn't seem to understand, Rivere sighed, "Because they never make sense."
"They only talk about winning or losing."
The quarrel between the two women intensified, and even the nobles who were watching the excitement couldn't help but join in, using the railings to heckle the two.
"Anyway, this is Fighting Arena, why don't you two go down and have a fight first?"
"Come on, Queen Mother, pull her hair!"
"I support you, Falyse, go take off Queen Mother's skirt and fuck her!"
Seeing that the atmosphere was starting to get weird, and it was almost more lively than the scolding between shrews in the market, Tywin Lannister finally couldn't sit still.
A trace of anger flashed in his green eyes, and he was about to stand up and say something to scold the two of them in order to protect the royal family's face.
But at this moment, a voice came from behind the crowd.
Haha~~~haha~~~
It was very regular, like the sound of a sword hilt hitting a railing.
Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes turned to the source of the sound, and they saw that the crowd automatically separated to both sides, as if to avoid the arrival of the king.
Tywin looked up.
Sure enough.