Chapter 168 Viserys: "I Have Strength and Means!"

Climb off the dragon's back and meet Renella on the way.

"Yimun, are you back?"

Renella was surprised and stepped forward quickly.

"That's right, I'm back!"

Yimeng smiled.

Renella looked suspicious.

She didn't know that her father had sent several letters to Emon behind his back.

He was coaxed back.

"You're going out?"

Yimon approached the distance and smelled the faint smell of dragon stinking on the other party's body.

"No."

Renilla pushed him away with disgust, with sharp eyes: "What's wrong with you and Jane?"

"Well……"

Emon hesitated for 0:00 a second.

"I advise you to think clearly before you can say it."

Reneela's eyes were calm, as if she could see through his heart.

She is not that easy to cheat.

Yimon smiled awkwardly and was sweating profusely.

What should I say?

I'm afraid I'm going to be beaten if I say it.

Renella sighed deeply, "Forget it, I guessed it."

Yimeng loves mature women, a secret known to all seven countries.

She admits that Jane is a bit pretty.

"Are you angry?"

Yi Meng tilted her head.

"Um."

Renella nodded seriously.

Emon:...

As soon as I came to Junlin, I had a dragon's power.

"Let's go, don't be stunned."

Renella had no choice.

More than a month have passed, and she has almost digested herself.

Emon inherited the romantic nature of his uncle Damon.

She knew from the very beginning.

Yimeng was held hands and walked towards Qibailun Palace, which was docking on the side.

For a moment, my mood was complicated.

He thought of his childhood.

He and Renella came to the Dragon's Hole for the first time, and they were also holding hands.

At that time, Raini Razak was taller than him and led him away.

Time flies, and he is already more than one head higher than Renella.

It was Renilla who took his hand and walked.

Yi Meng's eyes drooped, and her fingertips rubbed against a piece of green onion finger.

Renella changed.

It seems not that stupid, with more denominator tolerance.

"Did you know, Syrax is about to lay eggs?"

Renella climbed the steps of the palace and turned back to share the joy.

"Can you give me one?"

Yimon opened his mouth and came.

Renilla's face turned cloudy: "No!"

Yimon smiled embarrassedly.

"Prince and Princess, we're leaving."

Sir Steve drives.

Not long.

The Red Fort Gate is near.

Renilla got up and wanted to get out of the car, but was grabbed by Congbai's little hand.

Looking back with doubts.

Yimon held his big hands and rubbed his cheeks gently, "I'll bring you a little gift."

Renella was stunned when she heard this, her eyes rippled slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but say, "I just finished taking out the dragon feces."

Yimon petrochemicals on the spot.

"Syrax wants to lay eggs, so I have to check the dragon dung that is suspected to be hatched."

Renilla said innocently.

"Reniela, you will lose me like this."

Yi Meng was full of resentment.

“Oh~”

Renee Ra had no expression on her face.

The episode passed quickly.

Entering the Red Fort, the two parted ways.

...

The Queen's Bedroom.

Alison walked slowly with a small step, with little Daren in his arms.

"I heard the dragon roar."

Viserys has a complicated expression.

He sat on the soft couch, and placed half a glass of red wine in front of him.

"It's not just right for Emon to come back."

Alison's eyes were shining, with a hint of joy.

"That kid is a thorn."

Viserys had a headache.

He loves and hates this nephew.

He is smart and brave, and he "sighed" and "Ms. Hunting Lady" in his hands, and "Bronze Wrath" under his crotch.

But it's too messed up.

Even the task of establishing oneself as a king is still a valley that occupies one of the seven realms.

Damon dared not do this either.

"Veserys, accept reality."

Alison persuaded.

"Otherwise? You think I'll write him a chance to come back."

Viserys was secretly annoyed.

Alison's eyes were clear, and he gently put down his half-sleeping young son and walked to the nearby chair to sit down.

The two face to face.

Allison asked, "Think about it, should I call Emon back, or let him be in the valley?"

Viserys fell silent.

He understands all the great principles.

The kingdom needs a pillar.

But he was very bored and had a kind of aggrieved feeling of having nowhere to do it.

Dongdong!

The door knocked and Sir Harold spoke.

"Your Majesty, Emon Targaryen wants to see you."

The names have changed.

Viserys looked hesitant and could not speak in his mouth.

"Come in!"

Alison whispered.

Squeak!

The door opened and the familiar figure stood in front of the door.

Viserys narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Uncle."

Greetings by Emon.

"Um."

Viserys nodded reluctantly.

Beside him, Alison looked nervous and secretly clenched his nails.

She wanted to ask her father Otto how she was.

It is difficult to interfere with the husband because he is present.

Viserys saw her anxiety and asked, "Where are Otto, what are you doing to him?"

"well enough."

Yi Meng glanced in her eyes, not daring to look at Alison.

At this time, Yuemen Castle.

In the cold dungeon, there are piles of moldy straws in the corners of the walls.

A figure sat hunched on the ground, his head buried in his arms.

Otto seemed to have some senses, looking up at the only remaining window of the cell as big as a palm.

The sun shines on the face, showing an irreconcilable image.

Dishesy hair and unshaven beard.

Otto was weak and had a little more vicissitudes of life on his face.

It is in sharp contrast with the high spirits that were more than a month ago.

Ding Ding Ding!

"It's time to eat!"

The prison guard knocked violently, reached into the cell, scooped a spoonful of potatoes and wild vegetable soup and poured it into a broken bowl.

At first glance, it looks like the kitchen water.

Back to Red Fort.

Emon patted his chest and promised, "Otto will not endure hardship."

He had endless suffering after offending the King of the Valley.

Alison was still very worried and said in a turmoil: "Yimun, you should let my father go."

Emon said, "Yes."

"Bastard, Otto is the former minister."

Viserys' temper came to his senses and said, "Why are you dissatisfied with me when you hijack Otto?"

"Don't dare."

Emon curled his lips.

"That's there!"

Viserys was furious.

Yimon sighed, "Uncle, the people of the valley force me to be king. You can just find me back, but it's not necessary to send Otto to provoke."

At that critical moment, how dare he return to King's Landing?

Who will be detained?

Instead Otto fell into his hands, adding a bargaining chip to the negotiation.

The imperial meeting could also be missing a treacherous minister who fanned the flames.

"I don't want to listen to your argument. You can only send Otto back intact within one month."

Viserys rarely toughened and scolded, "You will be present as well," he said.

After saying that, he left angrily.

Emon quickly made way out of the aisle.

"snort!"

Viserys never gave a good face from beginning to end.

Yimon blinked and felt warm in his heart.

My uncle still loves him.

...

One pm.

The imperial meeting was held.

A rectangular conference table with seats on all sides.

Viserys sat in a corner beside the window, rubbing the jade ring in his hand.

Tyran sat opposite him.

There are three chairs on the left, Prime Minister Leono sits in the first place, and behind is Renilla's crown prince seat.

There are also three handfuls on the right, the first handful is empty, and behind are Grand Secretary Meros and Finance Minister Lin Man.

“Imon returns to King’s Landing, and I suggest putting him under house arrest.”

Leonor said cautiously.

"Sir Otto is still in his hands, probably for negotiation."

Meros shook his head slowly.

During the conversation, there were two attitudes in the palace.

Dongdong!

The door of the hall knocked, and Emon appeared at some point.

Meros glanced at him and immediately lowered his head and shrank his neck.

"His Majesty?"

Leonor frowned deeply, obviously very doubtful.

"Come in."

Viserys swept over the impatient prime minister and chose a more modest approach.

Leonor couldn't, so he stared at Emon vigilantly.

"The Valley people call me the King of the Valley, but they remain loyal to the Iron Throne."

Yimeng looked around and took the lead in making a statement.

I saw that my nephew did not make trouble.

Viserys's face improved slightly, at least he left a thin layer of face for himself.

"Okay, don't say anything is there."

Viserys thought carefully and decided to say, "Didn't the Elin family in Eagle Nest City be incorporated?"

"In the future, the Eastern Guardians were given the order to Imon and his descendants, and the title was mentioned from the Prince of River Valley to the Prince of Valley, and to rule the valley for the Iron Throne."

"His Majesty!"

Leono was stunned.

Isn’t this self-deception?

Everyone outside is spreading the king of the valley, making the valley independent of the seven kingdoms.

When it came to the king's mouth, it was changed to Prince of Valley.

"I believe him!"

Viserys interrupted with a complicated expression: "A part of the valley can be given appropriate autonomy, just as the leader of Dorn is included in the seven kingdoms in advance."

Yi Meng's eyes flashed.

The implication is that he continues to be the king of his valley.

The name of Prince of Valley is consistent with Prince Dorn, and the inner part is the independent ruler of the valley.

"What do you think?"

Viserys had a bad look and looked down on his nephew who was silent.

Emon said, "I have no objection."

Just a title.

It was originally called the King of the Valley, and it also bought the hearts of the people in the Valley.

What should you call it in the valley? What should you call it? It will be preserved for the royal family outside.

"Sit down."

Viserys's face relaxed for most of the time.

I am afraid that my nephew is ungrateful and he will not let go of the question of his name.

Then it will be difficult for him to do.

Imon sat in.

He sat in the open seat on the left, just in time for Renee to pull his head down.

The king spoke in person, and no one dared to mention the matter of the valley again.

The topic turns to the sea snake.

"Your Majesty, the marriage between the Sea Snake and the Baratheon family has greatly strengthened the family's power."

Tyran report.

Viserys' brow frowned into a pimple.

The sea snake has occupied Tyrosi and has married the Baratheon family.

The two families are combined and have the ability to pacify the reactionary forces in the city-state and rule in a short period of time.

"Your Majesty, the sea snake can get married, and we should respond here."

Leono proposed.

"oh?"

Viserys means unknown

Leonor said nothing and looked at the two Targaryans on his right.

Emon was keenly aware.

"Yes, a good suggestion."

Viserys smiled and made a decision: "The day after tomorrow, Renilla and Imon set up a marriage contract and spread the good news throughout the seven kingdoms."

When Renella heard this, she quickly turned her head to look at her father.

Viserys gave affirmation.

Renilla was surprised and looked at Emon again.

Imon held his chin with one hand and smiled, "I agree."

A bare-hearted political transaction.

Uncle didn't care about independence in the valley, so he immediately got engaged to Renilla.

News of the engagement of the King of the Valley and the heir of the Iron Throne has been heard, and the previous negative effects can plummet to the end.

At the same time, it is also a means to deter the Sea Snake and the Duke of Beaumond.

There is another top dragon driver in the royal family.

Limit the war to the other side of the trekking sea, and don’t think about setting foot in the seven countries.

Viserys knew that his nephew was smart and said bluntly: "When you get engaged, you will meet the conditions for entering the imperial meeting. Stay in the King's Landing to share my worries."

Completely tied to death.

Of course, you have to give it a benefit.

In front of the imperial ministers, he promised, "I will enthrone you as the prince of the valley and let you rule the valley with justification."

Yimon accepted calmly.

"You guys are more prepared, the time is tight, the task is heavy."

Viserys patted his daughter on the shoulder and stood up and left the hall.

He has to prepare for the engagement banquet as soon as possible.

Suppress this political storm.

Yimeng sat still, looking at his uncle's back.

The eyes flashed.