In the afternoon, Lysa Tully held Petyr's arm and stood side by side in front of the stone fence next to Moon Door, quietly staring at the mountains in the distance.
The attendants had wisely retreated far away, leaving the dusk to the master of the Eyrie.
Looking from a distance, this is indeed a picture of a loving couple.
"Remember, Petyr?"
Lysa, who is nearly forty years old, said innocently like a little girl, "When I was a child in Riverrun, you often walked with me on the city wall like this."
"Of course I remember."
Petyr sighed very cooperatively, "If it weren't for your father's objection, maybe we would still be living an ordinary life at Riverrun now, with a house full of children."
"Don't blame him, dear."
Hearing this, Lysa thought that Petyr was dissatisfied with Hoster Tully driving him out of Riverrun, and quickly comforted him, "Anyway, he is dead now. Now we are a legal couple, and no one can stop us from being together."
"It's just a pity... I'm afraid I won't be able to give birth to another child for you."
As he said that, Lysa felt a little sad and hugged Petyr's arm tighter.
There was nothing she could do about it. After she got married to Jon·Arryn, she had five miscarriages and finally gave birth to an only son like Robin Arryn.
All bachelors have concluded that Lysa will never get pregnant again in this life.
"It doesn't matter." However, Petyr lowered his head very considerately. "Robin is our son, as long as I have you, it is enough."
After saying these perfect words of love, Lysa raised her head and looked at her husband's extraordinarily gentle face, her eyes slightly red.
"Oh~~~Petyr, you are the most correct choice in my life."
Petyr didn't answer, just turned his face and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Lysa closed his eyes with satisfaction, enjoying this moment of tenderness.
"Speak of it.
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At this moment, Petyr pretended to be casual and said, "Sansa, has that child been living in the Eyrie for half a month?"
"But King's Landing doesn't seem to be in a hurry to let her go back. I thought Vito·Corleone would send someone to urge her, but there is no news until now."
"Why do you care about her?" As soon as he said these words, Lysa's voice suddenly became colder, and his already old face looked even more mean.
Petyr seemed to have guessed her reaction, and just smiled helplessly, "You know you are the only one in my heart, my beloved."
"But Sansa is your niece, so naturally I have to care about her.
"I just feel... that Vito·Corleone doesn't seem to value her as much as an ordinary fiancé."
"What do you mean?" Lysa, who didn't have many brain folds to begin with, frowned in confusion.
"Think about it carefully." Petyr patiently explained, "Sansa is his fiancée. Logically speaking, she should have taken her back to prepare for the wedding."
"But she has been living here for half a month, and King's Landing hasn't even received a letter. Is this normal?"
"Corleone has a purpose in everything he does. Perhaps he married Sansa just to gain Vale's support through her."
"Vale support?"
Lysa frowned even more tightly. "He wants us to send troops?"
"Maybe."
"I won't send troops!"
Lysa shouted excitedly, "Bloody Gate is locked up, no one can get in! We are safe here!"
"Promise me, Petyr, you won't get involved in Iron Throne's bad things, okay?"
"I just want us to be together, just the two of us...
She seemed extremely afraid of losing her husband and kept mumbling.
"Of course, of course."
Seeing this, Petyr patted the back of her hand very skillfully and said comfortingly, "We are not going anywhere, we will just stay here at the Eyrie to raise Robin and train him to be a qualified duke."
"But I think...
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However, he changed the topic again, as if hesitating. "Sansa is your niece after all. If Corleone really just wants to use her, then if Vale comes to Vale this time without success, and she returns to King's Landing's situation... I'm afraid it won't be good."
Hearing this, Lysa just snorted indifferently, "Who asked her to marry that Farmer?"
"Both she and Catelyn are brainless. I thought Eddard·Stark was not a good match at first. Sure enough, now the whole family is...
She didn't finish what she said, but the meaning was very obvious.
Petyr didn't say anything, and was silent for a moment. When the sky got a little darker, he sighed quietly, "You're right, but I'm still a little worried."
"You know, I am still a suspect in the poisoning of Joffrey. Although Corleone didn't send anyone to arrest me, he may have forgotten that if we really stand by and watch, he may use this matter to target me... and you."
"And that guy is very cunning. He might be able to investigate the death of Jon·Arryn...
As soon as these words came out, Lysa's face suddenly froze.
Because it was she who used Tears of Lys to poison her husband, her former ex-predecessor Hand of the King Jon·Arryn.
The poison was provided by Petyr.
In other words, they are people in the same boat, if this matter is really reported by Corleone.
The consequences are disastrous!
Lysa started to feel frightened and could not help but tremble.
Petyr had expected her reaction. After all, over the years, he had already mastered the operation methods of Lysa and knew how to manipulate this stupid woman.
He held Lysa's shoulders with both hands and said very sincerely, "So I think it's better to take the initiative and do something instead of waiting passively.
"At least we can't let Corleone think we are enemies."
Hearing this, Lysa just looked at him blankly but did not speak.
"Tonight, I asked the kitchen to prepare dinner."
Petyr strikes while the iron is hot. "You can invite Sansa to have a good chat with her and understand her situation in King's Landing. Even if we don't want to send troops, we should explain it clearly to her to avoid Corleone's misunderstanding."
Lysa was a little moved, but when he thought of someone who was very similar to his sister wanting to have dinner with her and her husband, she resisted from the bottom of her heart.
"I... I don't want to see her."
"Lysa!" Petyr held her face and forced Lysa to look into his eyes. "Now is not the time to be willful, this is about our future!"
"If you can't satisfy that guy Corleone, he might even add fuel to the fire and spread rumors. By then, Robin's origin may even be questioned!"
"Are you going to watch little Robin being labeled an "illegitimate child"?"
Under this coaxing and intimidation, Lysa was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.
"Okay."
"Just a meal."
Seeing this, Petyr smiled and pressed another gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you, Lysa."
Lysa leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes.
The two of them looked side by side at the gradually darkening sky, and the smile on Petyr's lips gradually faded.
He lowered his eyelids and stared at the abyss at his feet. Only one thought flashed through his mind.
Sansa·Stark.
Are you really trapped, or are you... pretending in front of me to gain something else?
It doesn't matter.
Tonight, I'll find out for myself!
At the same time, Heart's Home is outside.
The Hound was riding on horseback, took out a piece of dry bread from his arms that was so hard that it could kill someone, took a bite, and then his whole face wrinkled up.
"Bah! Bah!"
"This thing is harder than Red Keep bricks!"
Different from his bitterness and hatred, next to him, Linn Corbray was riding a chestnut horse with shiny coat, with the recovered Valyrian steel sword "Lady Forlorn" hanging around his waist, with a leisurely posture as if he was out for an outing.
"Be content."
Lin En glanced at the Hound lazily. "I told you before, that guy Lyonel has a worse temper than my father. If you insist on coming, it's better if you don't send someone out to beat us up."
Hearing this, the Hound's face was full of displeasure. "Are you sure that guy is your elder brother?"
"When we arrived at the castle gate during the day, that damn guy didn't even let us in!"
"Even if we don't borrow anyone, at least treat us to a warm meal!"
"It sounds like you and your brother have a good relationship." Lin En was not surprised at all, but said sarcastically.
"So I killed him."
The Hound said coldly, "I suggest you do the same, that guy is so rude."
"Lyonel may be a little arrogant, but his crime will not lead to death."
Lin En laughed and joked, "When the old man passed Lady Forlorn" to me, he was already very unhappy."
"He is the eldest son, so it stands to reason that the clan sword should belong to him."
"Then what?" The Hound asked.
Lin En sneered, "Then I lost it to Lord Corleone at King's Landing. The news came back to Heart's Home, and Lyonel was so angry that he almost smashed the study.
"That guy wants to strangle me to death now, how can he give us a good look?"
"Then what should we do now?" The Hound seemed very agitated. After all, he couldn't support Sansa if he couldn't borrow anyone.
He didn't know why he was always so concerned about the safety of House Stark kid.
I had rescued Sansa once before in King's Landing. At that time, she was so naive that she was almost stupid, and she was always bullied to tears by that little bastard Joffrey.
Later, he brought another girl from House Stark with him, but it was a pity that the white-eyed wolf later stole his money and ran away without a trace!
I am obviously from Westerlands, how come I act like a vassal of House Stark?
The Hound shook his head to get rid of these messy thoughts.
He looked at Lin En, with a hint of impatience in his tone. "The Eyrie is still waiting for us over there. If we continue to delay like this, how are you going to explain to Corleone?"
Hearing this, Lin En did not answer immediately, but raised his head and looked at the sky.
The sun has turned westward, the light has begun to become softer, and the ridges in the distance are coated with a layer of golden color.
"Go to Redfort." Lynn said.
"Redfort?" The Hound frowned. "What the hell is that place?"
"Redfort family's castle."
Lin En explained, "I used to compete with Redfort Earl's youngest son in swordsmanship. We are old friends. Moreover, Redfort Earl was a member of Lords Declarant, so there is a high probability that he will help us.
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"Even if we can't borrow any soldiers, it's still okay to have a few hot meals."
However, the Hound's attention was obviously not on borrowing troops. Instead, he raised his eyebrows with a meaningful expression on his face. "Emotions?"
"Is it the same feeling as Renly·Baila Theon and Loras·Tyrell, using swords behind each other's back?"
Instead of being angry at such offensive remarks, Lin En asked with interest, "Why, you want to try it too?"
As soon as these words came out, the Hound got excited all over and quickly drove his horse a few steps to the side to put some distance between him and Lin En.
"Don't touch me!" he said viciously.
"Hahaha!"
Lin En laughed boldly, "Don't worry, I only appreciate boys with teacher-like qualities, and I have no interest in ugly people like you!"
Hearing this, the Hound's face turned darker, causing the burn scars to look more ferocious.
"Shut up!"
He spat. "If you keep talking nonsense, I will use a hammer to peel off the skin on your face and make you uglier than me!"
"That's not possible." Lin En touched his angular handsome face. "My face is just like my swordsmanship, Vale is famous for being the most handsome."
This narcissistic guy.
The Hound shook his head and was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, and drove his horse to speed up.
The sound of horse hooves echoed rapidly along the mountain road, startling several unknown birds in the bushes on the roadside.
Lin En caught up and walked side by side with him.
The two were silent for a while.
The Hound's stomach growled again, the sound was so loud that even Linn heard it.
"Are you hungry?" Lynn asked.
"Not hungry." The Hound said stubbornly.
"I heard you."
"That's the wind."
"The wind won't roar from your belly."
The Hound glared at him fiercely, took out the piece of dry food from his arms, and took a bite with gritted teeth.
"Bah!"
"I never want to eat this crap again in my life!"
"Yeah, who the hell would be willing to eat this crap if they weren't on the road." Lin En agreed.
"You go hunting!" The Hound ordered unceremoniously.
"Why should I go?" Lin En was dissatisfied.
"I'm so hungry that I have no energy left!"
"No! I am Kingsguard, do you want me to hunt for you?"
"Kingsguard is amazing? It's not like I've never done it before!"
"But you were fired."
"Fuck you..." The Hound was about to curse when his nose suddenly twitched.
A strong aroma of barbecue wafted down the wind, and Linn also smelled it. The argument between the two came to an abrupt end, and they looked at each other in perfect understanding.
"What should I say? Fuck him?"
"What if there are too many people?"
"What are you afraid of? I'm so hungry that I want to eat people. I can kill twenty of them by myself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the horse's belly and rushed towards the direction of the scent, followed closely by Lin En.
The Hound rushed forward menacingly, his eyes shining like a hungry wolf, and he made up his mind to grab the meat first and eat it until he was full, no matter who was in front of him.
At worst, you could throw away a few silver coins and use them as money to buy meat.
As for whether the other party is willing to sell... that is not a matter for him to consider. Uncle the Hound never needs other people's consent to buy things.
However, the moment the Hound raised the warhammer above his head and rushed out of the bushes.
The whole person immediately reined in the war horse as if it was an instinctive reaction. The horse jumped high with its front hooves, and Linn behind him almost failed to brake in time and hit him.
"What the fuck...
The curse words almost came out of her mouth, but Lin En swallowed them back immediately after seeing the scene in front of her clearly.
Because in front of me are at least twenty fully armed knights!
A bonfire was burning in the center of the clearing, and several prey were roasted on the iron rack until they were sizzling with oil.
Apparently, they must have been attracted by the movement of them, and the knights who were interrupted from eating were very angry. At this moment, they were pointing various weapons at the Hound, and the atmosphere was extremely chilling.
Lin En's mouth twitched slightly, his right hand quietly rested on the hilt of "Lady Forlorn", and he complained.
"You just said... that you could fight twenty?"
"Go ahead and prove it to me."