The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

in the morning. Winterfell, the schoolyard.

"choke!"

Joffrey drew out the saber, the hilt was decorated with emeralds, the sides of the scabbard were decorated with gold thread, the blade and the light were a pair of shining, "Aaliya, you get out of the way." He pointed the sword. The quasi-short swordsman teacher, "I'm here to play with you, little short. Don't worry, I won't cut your head."

The swordsmanship teacher Silio smiled and stroked his mustache, "Are you sure? Prince."

"Come on, let me see what you can do." The corner of Joffrey's right mouth is upturned, and he does not conceal his contempt for the little swordsmanship teacher. Although Joffrey is only thirteen years old, he is tall, blonde and very tall. Junmei, a head taller than the swordsman teacher.

Under the strict requirements of his father, Joffrey began to practice swordsmanship in the training of guards at the age of six. Seven years later, the guards with high martial arts are no longer his opponents, except for the new guards arranged for him by his mother. Outside the captain's hound Sandor Clegane, he believes he is not afraid of anyone in swordsmanship.

He knows that his swordsmanship is already very powerful, and it is difficult to have an opponent.

"Okay!" Silio said, with a cynical smile on his face. On one side of his body, the training sword in his hand pointed towards Joffrey's face.

The sword in Joffrey's hand slashed sharply to cut off the opponent's training wooden sword.

Who knew that Silio's sword was just a false move. After drawing out Joffrey's sword, the shuriken sword was like a erratic butterfly, and it instantly struck Joffrey's wrist, elbow, and knee.

Joffrey yelled, he took off the sword in his hand, his wrists, elbows and knees were hammered like a hammer, and his heart and lungs were so painful that he knelt down involuntarily on one leg. The handsome face was twisted, her left hand was tightly covering her right wrist, her face was pale, and her forehead was sweaty.

He raised his head, his beautiful eyes were full of spiteful expressions, but unfortunately he lost the shadow of the swordsmanship teacher in front of him: "Hound, kill him." Joffrey shouted hoarsely, using all his strength.

Arya watching the battle clapped her hands and laughed happily.

Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Jon Snow, and Theon Greyjoy who were also practicing martial arts in the competition all smiled.

The coach Roderick Kelso was expressionless.

The little swordsmanship teacher's voice sounded from behind Joffrey, he had already turned behind him, and smiled: "His Royal Highness, you lose."

"choke!"

Sandor Clegane, the hunting dog who had not said a word since arriving at the competition, drew his sword.

The little swordsmanship teacher Silio jumped aside, backhanded the training sword behind him, and said, "What? You want to try my Water Dance too."

"Hound, kill him. I order you to kill him!" Joffrey's entire face was distorted.

The hound strode forward and slashed with a vertical sword to cut Silio into two pieces.

Silio was short, and slipped under the hound's elbow. The hound turned and chopped horizontally, and with a sound, a wide sword block blocked the hound's long sword.

"Santor, do you still have the honor of a knight?" Roderick Kelso's sword caught the hound's spin.

The two wrestle, the sword against the sword, the leg against the leg, it is difficult to distinguish the outcome for a while.

Joffrey had stood up, his expression was very painful, he thought he had broken his wrists, elbows and kneecaps-but he didn't. ——Arya tastes the pain of this percussion every day, but she will not say anything.

"Dog, kill them, kill them all." Joffrey waved his left hand, including Arya, Robb, Bran, Jon, Theon, Sir Roderick, and the swordsmanship teacher. Inside, "Kill all, kill them all."

"Oh, who made my nephew upset?" A voice sounded playfully, and the little demon Tyrion hurried over, walked inside Joffrey, raised his hand and gave Joffrey a loud slap in the face. , "Who are you going to kill? My dearest nephew."

Joffrey looked at his younger uncle who was half shorter than him in disbelief, and his bitter and mean eyes were filled with timidity. He could have kicked Tyrion over with one kick, but he only dared to reach out. Covering the half of his face that was beaten, and then looking at everyone on the scene with grief and fear, he turned his head abruptly and left.

"Hound, your master is gone, don't bark a few to keep up." Tyrion said.

The Hound and Sir Roderick pushed each other at the same time and separated. The Hound put the sword into its sheath and gave Tyrion a bitter look. Tyrion whistled at him in response. He looked back at the swordsmanship teacher, the little man bowed slightly, gracefully, and smiled at him.

Bang!

There was a loud noise in the large living room of the main castle. Some heavy objects were smashed on the ground. Then there was a series of cracking sounds of porcelain, followed by the roar of King Robert: "Seven hells, you people in Lannister have When I am a king? Just leave me with a fluttering note. Where did his knight honor go? Oh, I see, the king killer has long lost his knight honor, and he I only dared to pierce the sword into the Mad King’s body from behind. He rolled well, maybe one day he would do it to me too!"

The hall was full of courtiers and knights standing on both sides of the wall, no one dared to speak, everyone trembling.

"Lannister Lannister Lannister, I've had enough of Lannister, attendants, servants, guards, and even the women who go to bed with me, are all Lannister people. Surrounded by Which one beside me is not Lannister? Go ahead, just to my liking, he will get out of me, get away, and you, stinky woman."

The king looked at Queen Cersei, tore James' note to pieces, threw it on the ground, and stomped on a few more feet: "Wine, I want wine. Pour your king quickly."

A young man in a red cloak lowered his head and immediately poured wine for Robert.

Robert drank it and scolded: "Look, see, you all see, I want a glass of wine, it’s all Lannister’s people pouring, why are so many Lannister’s people? Why don’t Lannister’s people Go to hell? I hate Lannister."

Queen Cersei looked at her toes blankly.

Ed Stark and Caitlin both bowed their heads and looked at the gray carpet in front of them.

"Seven levels of hell, you are all dumb? But a Lannister is gone. What's the matter? He went to protect the kingdom and became a man in black. We have to drink a drink for his great dedication. Come, Nai De, a toast, and then you have to leave me alone."

"Winter City is waiting for you, Your Majesty." Ed Stark said respectfully.

"Look, haha, this is my good brother, Ed, now my seven iron guards in the Yulin are missing one person, you have to find one for me, haha, who told you to be the lord here, you The most loyal, most martial, strong, and handsome knight in the Northern Territory, find me one, immediately, immediately!"

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid that the southern climate is not suitable for the northern knights." Cersei said coldly. She raised her head and looked at Robert directly.

"Look, see, are the Lannisters teaching me again? Ned, call one of your knights out to this woman to see, the knights of the north are not worthless, haha!"

A knight came out more and more, walked to the middle of the hall, and knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty the King, Your Majesty the Queen, Lord Ed, the Northern Oath, Knight Haihua is willing to be unfettered, not marry a wife, not have children, and be free from all blessings in the world. Lu, only guards the king, is bold and loyal, and will never take an oath throughout his life."

"I don't agree." Queen Cersei said coldly again, "unless he can beat Sandor Clegane."

The Cleganes are vassals loyal to the Lannisters for generations.

Robert laughed loudly: "Cersei, the first half of your sentence is the crime of rebellious king. I am the king. I can do whatever I want, so you don't need your consent at all for whom I want to use. But your last half sentence But the words are a bit interesting, call Sanduo from your family, how about people?"

"Dog!" Joffrey, who had returned to the living room, whispered in the ear of the hunting dog Sandor, "If you don't kill Haihua, I will kill you, go and kill him."

Sandor Clegane was expressionless, as if he had not heard the threat from his little master. He walked out, walked to the middle of the living room, side by side with Haihua, knelt down on one knee, his right half of his face was described as haggard, and the left half of his face was rotten. The ear was completely ablated, leaving only one hole. Although his eyes were not blind, he was surrounded by large twisted scars. The black skin was as hard as leather. The scorched part of his chin was faintly visible.

His ugly face has a big hooked nose, and his hair is dark and slender. He lengthened his hair and combed it from right to left, covering the entire left head-because the scar on the left scalp was distorted and extremely ugly, without a single hair.

"Sanduo, Knight Haihua, let me see your swordsmanship." King Robert said with a smile, and the glass in his hand was empty again, "Whoever wins, I'll have a drink with him."

"Yes, Your Majesty the King." The Hound and the Haihua Knight stood up together, retreated to each other, choked, and both sides drew their swords at the same time.

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