The two of them passed through the front hall and the atrium, and came to the garden in the back yard. Margaret was very familiar with this place, and introduced the various flower bouquets in the garden to the man, and led him to a protruding balcony, where just See Mande River.

At this time, it was nearly dusk, and the golden afterglow of the setting sun on the river shone along with the waves. Several flying fish jumped out of the water, breaking up the light path, but gathering again after they left.

"Four years ago, I accompanied Garland to the wine hall, and that was when I met Miss Leonie Fossoway. She was so beautiful and could play the harp, and she immediately captured Garland's heart. Back in Highgarden, he almost immediately asked his father to propose marriage to the Fossoways.

A month later, they were married. Sam, I remember you were at the wedding, do you still remember it? "

At that time, I hadn't traveled through... Samwell could only nod vaguely.

The memory of the original owner has been blurred. He vaguely remembered attending the wedding with Earl Randall, but he couldn't recall the face of Miss Leonie.

"The apples are ripe." The two walked under an apple tree, and Margaret pointed to the red apples above her head.

"Want to eat?"

"Um."

Samwell kicked on the tree trunk, and immediately the apples fell like rain.

Margaery covered her head and let out an exclamation, and hid in the man's arms.

When the apples stopped falling, Samwell picked up two, wiped them on his body, and handed one of them to Margaery.

She took it with a smile and took a bite: "It's so sweet."

Samwell also took a bite, and it was indeed sweet.

"Sam, do you know? The reason why the coat of arms of the Fossoway family in the cider hall is a red apple is because their ancestor Fosso the Archer once shot an apple from the head of the girl he loves."

As she spoke, Margaery put the bitten red apple on top of her head: "Can you shoot the apple off my head?"

Samwell smiled and shook his head: "I won't shoot arrows at you."

"Is it because you're worried that you won't be able to shoot?" Margaery probably thought of Samwell's poor performance at the last hunting meeting, and her tone was a little teasing.

"Yes." Samwell shrugged, "However, even if I am really a sharpshooter, I will not shoot arrows at you. Even if there is only a very small possibility of hurting you, I am not willing to take this risk."

Margaery took off the apple on top of her head, her expression became sad:

"But sometimes, we have to take some risks..."

Samwell suddenly thought of the current situation. High Court is the beloved girl, and the rebels are the apples on top of their heads. To shoot this arrow, it really takes a lot of courage and some risks.

Thinking of this, Samwell was slightly absent-minded.

The two walked around the garden before returning to the main castle.

Lady Olenna had finished her conversation with Sir Tanton, who left the Cider Hall for Highgarden.

It seems that this guy stayed here as a negotiating envoy.

"Grandmother, what conditions do they have?" Margaery asked.

"You don't want to know their conditions." Madam Olenna said indifferently, "However, I have already given our conditions. I hope people like Egwen Oakheart are still a little sensible."

Samwell knew that the condition of the rebel army was probably to get his head killed, and Mrs. Olenna's condition...he was very curious, but it was a pity that Mrs. Olenna didn't seem to want to reveal it.

After dinner, Samwell returned to his room, hesitating whether to go to the military camp outside the city to spend the night.

Although Mrs. Olenna should not really exchange his head with the rebels for High Court, but this possibility is not impossible.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Samwell went to open the door, and saw Margaery standing outside.

"Good evening, my knight."

Samwell smiled and hugged his fiancée into his arms: "Why are you here?"

"I'll accompany you." Margaery raised her head, showing a sweet smile, and her body exuded the fragrance of roses.

Samwell understood that she was also worried that Mrs. Olenna would hurt him, so she took the initiative to come to accompany him.

"What? Are you not welcome?"

"Of course not." Samwell carried the girl in and closed the door, "It's just that I sleep wildly, and I'm afraid of hurting the baby."

"Then I'll sleep in armor." Margaery laughed to herself as she spoke.

Samwell also laughed, and the haze in his heart was completely swept away.

...

After waiting for another three days in the cider hall, they did not get an envoy from Highgarden, but Earl Randall instead.

He led the main force of the North Route Army and finally rushed back.

As soon as he entered the city, Earl Randall found his son alone, and came up and said:

"I have roughly understood the situation. My suggestion is that you return to Storm's End immediately and leave it to us to deal with it."

Seeing Earl Randall's serious expression, Samwell also tightened his heart, saying:

"It's not that bad yet."

"No. It may be worse than we imagined." Earl Randall said seriously, "The Iron Islands, the Longtable Castle, the Cider Hall, the Ancient Oak City, and probably the Arbor Island have all been wooed by the Lannister family. Perhaps there are more families that have not jumped out. It can be seen that Tywin spent a huge price this time to provoke the civil strife in the river bay.

Since he has made so many arrangements, he won't let us resolve them easily.

I know the old lion better than you, and he never lets go once he strikes his prey until it kills him.

As long as you stay in the river bend, you are a huge hidden danger.

Only if you stay away from this vortex, the lion will have nothing to do, and Mrs. Olenna will not be half-hearted.

You have to understand that in her eyes, you are far less important than Gao Ting, her idiot son, and her grandchildren. "

Samwell understood that what Earl Landau said made sense.

The purpose of the rebels this time is to force the Tyrell family to support the false king Tommen Lannister.

And this kind of support is certainly not just lip service.

The rebels completely offended the Tyrell family this time. If it was only a verbal statement, who knows if Madam Olenna is pretending to compromise, and will settle the score after the fall after the rebels withdraw from High Court.

Therefore, they must force the Tyrell family to give a nomination certificate.

And the best vote of honor is Samwell's life.

Only after he died, the Tyrell family would have no chance of repenting.

But if he ran back to Storm's End, then the plan of the rebel army would naturally be unable to proceed.

"If I run away now, what about Margaery? Maybe as soon as I leave, she will be forced to drink moon tea and marry King Tommen."

Marriage is also considered a more reliable vote.

Although the Lannister family wanted Samwell's head more, if the Tyrell family handed over Margaery, the Lionflower Alliance could also be achieved.

"You can bring Margaery back to Storm's End." Earl Randall said expressionlessly, "Anyway, you have already been publicly engaged, and it is legal and reasonable for you to marry her."

"And make Margaery hate me forever?"

"When I kicked you out of the house three years ago, I was ready to make you hate me forever. If you want to achieve a career, you can't worry too much about emotional factors."

Samwell stared blankly at his father, really unable to accept the other party's ruthless values.

Earl Landau didn't seem to care what his son thought of him at all, and continued:

"In this situation, you have to make a choice. I suggest you abandon the Reach and take the Stormlands. That is the power you can really hold in your hands. As long as there is the Tyrell family in the Reach, you will Can't fully control. What can't be fully controlled can't stand the real test."

Samwell stopped talking and bowed his head in silence.

Earl Landau didn't urge him either, and let his son think about gains and losses by himself.

After a long time, Samwell raised his head again, his eyes became firm again:

"Sorry, Father, I've decided to stay. I can't run away like a coward."

"So you decided to stay and be a hero?"

Samwell laughed loudly:

"There's nothing wrong with being a hero."

Earl Randall said expressionlessly:

"But you have to know that in Game of Thrones, the heroes end up miserable."

"But I believe there are always exceptions." Samwell smiled slightly, "Father, I happen to have a plan..."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room.

The voice was urgent and urgent, obviously the person who knocked on the door was very excited.

Samwell stepped forward to open the door quickly, and saw Margaery standing outside, her face was covered with tears.

"What happened?" Samwell hurried forward to embrace her in his arms.

"Sam... woo...he's back...from Highgarden..." Margaery was already sobbing.

"Who has returned from Highgarden? The emissary from before? Ser Tanton Fossoway? Has he brought the rebel reply?"

"He...he brought back... the head of... Yalan... woo woo woo..."

Samwell was stunned for a moment before he remembered that Arlan Tyrell was Margaery's cousin.

He had met a few times, a shy and beautiful girl who grew up with Margaery and had a very close relationship.

Is this the response given by the rebels?

Tough and hot.

He turned his head and met Lord Randyll's cold eyes——

Go back to Storm's End! Samwell could read what his father was trying to say.

But can he really just leave like this?

Margaery in his arms was still sobbing, and the flowing tears had already wet his chest.

"I, Margaery Tyrell, daughter of Mace Tyrell, in the name of Governor of the Reach, Guardian of the South, and Duke of Highgarden, canonize Samwell Caesar as a pioneering knight..." Highgarden First When they met for the first time, she canonized him.

"...After those refugees become your subjects, they must live a better life. You won't let me down, my knight?" Bye bye, she gave generous help.

"...you are not a kingslayer. What you deposed was a false king, you are a dethroned king!" Outside the city, she voluntarily climbed on his horse, even though he had just married the most powerful family in the Seven Kingdoms. Under the vendetta.

"...Come back to Gaoting with me, don't you want to officially marry me?" Yingzuiyu, she faced him frankly.

Scenes of the past came to mind, and Samwell's heart became more and more firm.

he won't go.

When "Shooter" Fosso shot down the apple on the head of his beloved girl, he must have had a heart as steady as a rock.

The same is true for Samwell today.

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