The Mountain of Ice and Fire

"Ser Gregor, what you're doing is bad luck," Earl Othell shouted from across several tables.

More people who had drunk their fill joined in the commotion, but they didn't dare to move forward.

The women who had meticulously prepared to tease the Mountain also dared not step forward.

Teasing the bridal chamber is a way of blessing the bride and groom. No matter how delicate a woman is, she must shed her mask on her wedding day; no matter how formidable a warrior is, he wouldn't dare to strike the guests on his wedding day. And it's usually women who tease the groom.

It was a pity that the Mountain seemed to be an exception.

If the Mountain glared angrily, everyone would not dare to be presumptuous, but the key was that the Mountain laughed heartily after pushing people over, seeming very interested and without malice. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like he was joking, so everyone did not panic and scatter out of fear.

Moreover, Duke Tywin was still sitting upright on the high platform.

Today, the wedding ceremony had passed. The Mountain had married the Duke's adopted daughter, and he was the Duke's son-in-law, equivalent to half a Lannister. No matter how bold he was, he wouldn't beat the guests in front of the Duke, right!

But the reality was the opposite. Amidst hearty laughter, the Mountain kicked over Addam Marbrand, punched Lyle Crakehall, the Strongboar, unconscious, and then threw a knight dozens of feet away, knocking over a large group of knights.

Only then did Earl Othell shout from afar, directly pointing out that the Mountain's violent resistance to 'teasing the bridal chamber' was unlucky.

As soon as Earl Othell finished speaking, he realized that he was being targeted by several capable-looking young men.

These young men all had unfriendly faces, and they were not wearing formal attire, but tight-fitting training clothes, looking like they were specifically prepared for fighting.

The Earl felt ominous!

These young men looked unfamiliar, and seemed to be knights under Ser Gregor's command.

Gregor shouted, "My bridal chamber is for you to tease, and for us to tease, for everyone to tease, tease to your heart's content. Brothers, take down Earl Othell."

Thus, before Earl Othell could react, he was instantly pinned down by several young men. Bang, the Earl's face was kicked hard, and blood gushed from his nose. He was about to shout, but as his mouth opened, he was kicked again, this kick even harder, and several of the Earl's teeth were shattered.

The Earl struggled desperately, filled with fear that he would be accidentally beaten to death. Just as he was about to get up, a meteor fist came, hitting the Earl's temple squarely, and the Earl fainted.

Only then did people realize that at the tables next to Gregor and Jeyne, dozens of short-clothed, legging-clad men had been sitting there since who knew when, and every one of them looked like bad people. These people were either strangely shaped or full of evil, and they didn't look like normal people at all.

The knights stood together, and the women retreated one after another, afraid of being caught by this group of people, which would truly be asking for trouble.

Everyone understood that the idea of 'venting grievances and seeking revenge' during tonight's bridal chamber teasing was out of the question. The Mountain was prepared.

The Mountain usually didn't have any friends, and those who were willing to tease the bridal chamber were people with 'mischievous' intentions, all wanting to take the opportunity to move the Mountain, whom they usually didn't dare to 'move'. Now, whoever went up would be unlucky.

Everyone looked at Duke Tywin on the high platform. Duke Tywin didn't say a word, got up, and left through the side door accompanied by his guards and the Archmaester.

"Who else dares to cause trouble?" The Mountain said proudly.

He didn't take anyone in the room seriously.

"If you don't dare to cause trouble, then get out, don't waste my time tonight," the Mountain shouted.

This explosive shout was like a thunderclap in the house. Its power and might made everyone tremble with fear!

Thus, Earl Othell, Ser Addam, Ser Lyle, and some knights who had fallen and injured themselves, were helped away in embarrassment by the guards.

After the Mountain roared, the women swarmed out and disappeared in an instant.

The beautiful wishes of many experienced bridal chamber teasing women were all in vain.

The Mountain looked at the stunningly beautiful Jeyne and gently picked her up.

In this world, Jeyne was already an old maid eager to marry.

*

Early the next morning, the Mountain got up and opened the door, and a large group of malicious-looking guys were standing at the door: Sweetmouth Rafford, the neurotic Polliver, Lady Alayne, the smirking Septon, the invincible executioner Dunsen, Greathead Chiswyck, the foul-mouthed man who was still weak from his knife wound, Weapons Master Toob, adopted daughter Jory Clegane, Maester Pate, Polliver's little wife Esther, Ensign Black Stone, noodle master Aric, coin-minting old master Boaz, and Gendry, the blacksmith's apprentice with a stubborn face…

"Lord!" Polliver grinned. His eyes darted unsteadily into the room.

Besides the Mountain, the second person Polliver respected was Lady Jeyne.

"Lord, has Lady Jeyne gotten up yet?" Lady Alayne asked with an elegant smile.

Lady Alayne was very considerate.

"Father, does Mother need my help?" Jory Clegane asked seriously and earnestly.

She was a girl who had come back from the brink of death. She was no longer the Jory she used to be. Now she was not even afraid of death, and she was an absolute ruthless person. There was no difference between her and the group of fierce generals around her.

Sweetmouth Rafford laughed, "Lord, you only took a nap for a few heartbeats last night." His eyes looked at Gregor without restraint, his face full of chilling wickedness.

Sweetmouth's words triggered a pile of dirty words from the crowd.

"What are you talking about? Ser Gregor, close the door," Lady Jeyne's voice came out, with dissatisfaction and shyness.

Sweetmouth Rafford asked cautiously, "Lord, were you really asleep last night? Impossible, why does the Lady's voice sound even more energetic than yours?"

Thus, a crowd of men and women laughed.

A wonderful and happy wedding, in the hearts of the Mountain and Jeyne.

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