Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Under the filament banner, Baratheon's golden crown, Lannister's crimson, Tyrell's emerald green, each coat of arms comes from an ancient and long-standing family.

They sat under a long row of tables, feasting and drinking, and gradually became lonely and drunk.

Sansa looked at the long silk banners, where dragon bones once hung. Their shadows seemed to be under the candlelight, and their eyes seemed to be staring at the guests at the banquet.

It was a large pastry, two yards long, and from within came the sounds of birds screaming, flapping, and fighting.

Her little devil husband had just sat back at the table. His clothes were soaked with red wine. Joffrey tipped his golden goblet over Tyrion's head and poured it from the little devil's cheeks to his.

among clothes.

The king seemed to be preparing to use his widow's wail to cut the cake, but the queen stretched out her hand to stop her, "The widow's wail is not for cutting cakes."

Joffrey was persuaded by him, and immediately called Ser Ilyn Payne, the High Marshal, also known as the "Kingdom's Executioner".

A six-foot-long Valyrian sword with a face as dark as smoke and a body wider than a hand was pulled out by the executioner.

"Ice!" Sansa exclaimed in her heart, that was her father's sword.

Joffrey and Margaery had to work together to pick it up. They smashed a piece of ice into the pastry, and hundreds of white doves eagerly flew out of the crispy dough.

The cheers rang out like thunder, and the singers and musicians played music in response to the occasion.

They brought the cut cakes to Cole, but he didn't even have the desire to move.

Cole was talking to Duran about interesting things about the Great Wall.

"Uncle, where do you want to go? You are my cupbearer, you are not allowed to leave!" They heard Joffrey shouting.

The drunk Emperor Qiao became even more unscrupulous.

Cole suddenly stopped talking and squinted his eyes.

Joffrey picked up the pigeon cake and chewed it whole. It seemed that it was too dry, so he picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Although Tyrion was made things difficult for him by this brat, he obviously didn't want to make a bigger fool of himself. He cooperated with the bastard, acted as his bartender, and held the wine glass for him.

"I want you, cough, to ride that, cough, pig, uncle, I want you..." He suddenly coughed violently.

That pig was exactly what the group of dwarfs brought just now to tease the guests.

Joffrey seemed to feel that his neck was being choked, so he took another sip of wine.

All the wine juice was sprayed out by him, his face suddenly turned red, the veins on his face were bulging, and his pupils were bloodshot.

Suddenly all the laughter and laughter stopped, and they looked at the situation on the high platform in shock.

Dang rang~

The wine glass fell from his hand and the wine spilled all over the floor.

Joffrey covered his neck with his hands and let out a low, hoarse hiss.

Ser Garlan Tyrell crossed the long table and ran behind Joffrey to give him a pat on the back. Ser Osmund Kettleblack cut the king's collar, and Joffrey's fingers dug deep into his throat.

Fingerprints pressed against the throbbing cramps.

His face turned from red to black, and his eyes were horrified. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes began to turn white, and at the end of his life, he pointed his finger at the little devil Tyrion.

"No, no, no, no," Cersei cried hoarsely, "Father, please save him. Who will save him? He is my son, my son..."

Queen Se rushed over with all her strength, but her skirt was caught by the table and she fell to the ground. She didn't care about the pain on her body or the proper clothes, and crawled away to Xiao Qiao's side.

Take his body into your arms.

Her heartbreaking cries echoed throughout the hall.

And this place was already in chaos. The guests were running around, trampling on each other, completely losing the elegance just now. They were crying and shouting, some were staggering, some were vomiting, and some had bloodless faces.

The Archbishop knelt beside the body and said his final prayers.

The new queen, Miss Margaery, fell into her mother's arms and cried.

The only ones present who could remain calm were Lord Tywin Lannister and Cole.

Cole stood up with a calm expression and was about to leave.

"He choked, honey. It's not your fault that he choked on the pie. We all saw that he choked." Her mother comforted Margery.

"He was not choked," Cersei's tone was sharper than the Valyrian steel sword called Ice, "My son was poisoned." She glanced at the white knights surrounding him helplessly, "

Kingsguard, do your duty."

"Arrest my brother at once," she ordered. "It's him who did it, the dwarf and his little wife. They killed my son and your king. Seize them! Seize them!"

The white knights quickly surrounded the little devil.

"Stop, I'm not a murderer, Cersei." He was so shocked by the accusation that he could not speak clearly.

"For God's sake, I'm his uncle, so how can I harm him?" Tyrion tried to argue.

"Get him, he is the murderer." Cersei ordered unreasonably, and the white knights fulfilled their duties and arrested him.

Tyrion walked through the gate under guard, Cole silently stepped aside, and the little devil raised his head and glanced at him.

"An unforgettable wedding." The Prince of Dorne walked over.

He was really shocked by this just now.

They exited the hall together, and the prince said to him, "The death looked like that of a strangler."

The Red Viper was a master at using poison. He chuckled, "I thought they would accuse me of putting the poison."

Strangler is a powerful poison that can quickly suffocate people to death. The symptoms of this poison are that when it is dissolved in wine, it will cause the drinker's throat muscles to tighten violently, causing the trachea to be blocked. It is said that the victim's face is

It often appears the same purple color as the crystals, which is exactly the same as the symptoms of choking.

'Strangler' is the city's name for this poison, and it is indeed very appropriate.

"Who do you think it is? Tyrion?" Cole asked.

"The dwarf? Oh, it's very possible. After all, the imp king treated him like that, and he was closest to the glass of wine."

Boom, boom, boom

The bells of St. Baelor's Cathedral rang three times to announce the death of King Joffrey Baratheon I to the entire kingdom and the world.

Soon, various theories will spread in Flea Bottom. He and his father, the Boar King, died in absurd ways. One was killed by a wild boar, and the other choked to death on pie. Oh, what a complete joke.

While the king's funeral was being held, the kingdom's prime minister, Lord Tywin Lannister, quickly convened the royal council.

Lord Redwyne, Lord Rowan, Prince Oberon of Dorne, Queen Cersei

"Grand Maester, can the cause of the king's death be investigated clearly?"

The bachelor said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty Prime Minister, we are investigating various poisons. Please allow the bachelors to dissect His Majesty's body to find the truth that killed the king."
Chapter completed!