No other unexpected situation occurred during the two days after that conversation, and as the naming date of the cheap adoptive mother approached, the high court became more and more lively.

In Lanli's view, the so-called naming day is actually similar to the birthday, with some nuances, but the form is basically the same. When holding a banquet, all friends are welcome to visit and wish you blessings.

However, in Westeros, it may be more grand to say that it is seventy-seven or seventy years old, but there is no custom of the 66th birthday here. Therefore, although the high court has become more lively recently, not many people who come to participate in the celebration are of high status. Most of them are some small nobles who are convenient to come nearby.

The relationship between the vassal and the vassal is like a king and a prince. The vassal may be respectful and obey the orders, but it does not need to curry favor with each other. Even in Westeros, there are many people who secretly want to take the vassal and take up the throne.

In fact, in Hewan alone, the Fengjun family of Tyriar is not the strongest, and the direct-government territory is not the largest. In Lanli's view, the strongest person in Hewan belongs to the Haitar family in the old town. Not to mention anything else, the school city and the church base are all in the other city, and the territory is very large, and he is simply a hidden boss in Westeros.

It’s just that they are low-key and don’t seem to have much ambitions for power, and they never rob the limelight of the Tyrier family.

...

The approaching of the birthday party made the atmosphere in the castle strong. The servants' busy figures did not hinder the leisurely conversation between the nobles. During this period, Lan Li was hiding from the quiet, but someone would always come to him to talk to him.

There were familiarity among the nobles who came here, but many of them were unfamiliar.

Although Lan Li had been wandering around Hewan a while ago, he only visited some of the main nobles in Hewan, and he didn't care about the small aristocratic class.

However, the situation about this matter has obviously spread throughout the river bend, so Lan Li could clearly feel that many of the visitors had awe or curiosity about themselves.

Duke Mess was not in the castle, so with the assistance of Mrs. Ellely, the heir of the High Court, Vilas, personally organized the celebration banquet. Although his legs and feet were inconvenient, his neither humble nor arrogant expression and humble and polite appearance still won the recognition of his father's many vassals and knights.

His two younger brothers, Garland and Loras, were entertaining some nobles of the same age who came, and they were busy and could not see any signs.

For a moment, Lan Li was quite leisurely. In addition to communicating with a few words with the small number of visitors, he spent most of the time preparing for himself to leave the court.

The main thing is to plan the route. Gaoting is very far away from Longshi Island, and there are countless roads crossing during this period. How to walk properly is a problem that must be considered.

However, just as he was in the room and was thinking about the sheepskin map carefully, the little girl Margaret suddenly came to the door.

"Grandma said I won't let me come to you again." After opening the door and put the little guy in the room, the man said sadly to Lan Li, with aggrieved expression, and his already moist brown eyes were even more crystal clear at this time.

"Why?" Lan Li was stunned when she heard this.

"Grandmother said you rejected her." The little girl said sadly: "Why did you reject her?"

This question is difficult to answer, and Renli denies it.

"I refused, you were there at the time, didn't you hear it?"

"But I didn't understand."

"Your grandmother fooled you." Lan Li replied with a smile, and raised her hand and pinched her little nose: "Besides, why are you crying? It doesn't matter whether I refuse or not."

"Grandma said I wouldn't let me come to you again." The little girl replied aggrievedly, lowering her head, and her long soft brown hair seemed a little messy.

"Then why are you here now?"

Margaret was stunned when she heard this, then she blinked.

"I forgot."

Lan Li was speechless, then patted her forehead and said, "Then you remember now, go back quickly. If your grandmother finds out, you will be scolded."

"I won't go back!" the girl said, her deer-like eyes became crystal clear and moist again, and her nose began to twitch, "Grandma is unreasonable, why should I listen to her?"

"Who else can you listen to if you don't listen to her?" Lanli said: "And you are so old, why are you always crying?"

"You're leaving, aren't you allowed me to cry?"

She raised her sleeves and wiped her tears as she said, "Villas said, we won't see you for several years."

Lan Li didn't say anything when she heard this.

Although he had a little conflict with his cheap adoptive mother not long ago, this did not affect his sense of high court. Over the long period of time, he had long been used to the people and everything here, and now he was about to leave, and he also felt a lot of reluctance.

This era is not like modern society. You can communicate with relatives and friends anytime and anywhere by making a phone call or sending a text message. For people in Westeros, separation represents a long time of separation, and it is very likely that you will never see each other again in your life.

Of course, their situation is not that exaggerated at the moment, but at least, the person who grew up with him suddenly left is still the kind that he has not seen for many years. No matter how optimistic or cunning the little girl is, she cannot remain indifferent.

"You can write a letter." Lan Li suggested, "It can be written to Longshi Island or King's Landing."

Raven communication is not that convenient and expensive, but at least it is a solution.

"I don't like writing." The little girl pursed when she heard this.

"That's it." Lan Li rolled her eyes, stood up and continued to work on herself.

Seeing this, the other party sniffed.

"I will miss you, Renli, can you sing a song for me before you leave?"

"no problem."

The little girl was happy when she heard this, and then she began to wait quietly.

However, she stared at the young black-haired man with a long map drawn on the table, but she didn't see any movement from the other party, so she couldn't help but remind her.

"Why don't you sing?"

"I haven't left yet?" Lan Li looked back at her in surprise: "What's the hurry?"

"You sing one now?"

"no."

"Sing one, Renli, they are not as good as you sing."

He raised his head and blinked his eyes full of expectation. The girl's expression when she acted coquettishly was particularly interesting. However, Renli did not take this trick, but instead raised her hand and rubbed her soft brown hair with a few small braids, and even the little girl broke her skills in an instant.

"Oh, you're so annoying!"

She hurriedly protected her forehead and stepped back.

"If you say no, you can't do it, don't think about it."

Lan Li sneered and replied, turning around and continuing to work on her own, not preparing to pay attention to this cunning little devil.

Maybe this little guy was really sad at the beginning, but later she was acting completely, and her purpose was nothing, but this attitude must be hit.

"Stingy." The girl's dissatisfied voice came from behind.

Lan Li ignored it. The man shouted a few more words. After receiving no response, she snorted and left angrily.

"I won't miss you, and I won't write to you even if you leave!"

Listening to the sound of slamming the door behind him, Lan Li burst into laughter, then rolled up the map that had already outlined the route and put it in the desk drawer. She turned around and was about to check her other luggage, but another child suddenly came to the door.

"Big, sir." This time the person who came in was a little fat man with round face and black hair, a pair of short legs and a round figure, and looked like a large ball with limbs.

Facing Lan Li's gaze, the little fat man couldn't help but shrink his neck, lowered his head and said timidly: "You, your letter."

He said as he handed over a rolled-up sheepskin letter with his fleshy little hand, his trembling arms looked extremely nervous.

No wonder Lan Dao. Tali was angry, Lan Li thought.

This boy named Samwell is really amazingly brave. He has brought it back for many days. He has been dressed and runs errands and even poured urinals. He has been in contact with him for quite a few times, but this guy still looks like he is afraid of being a child. It's really...

The sigh in his heart did not affect his acceptance of the letter. After spreading it out, Lan Li couldn't help but frown.

The person who signed the letter is Kans, who belongs to the bachelor's territorial Dragonstone Island, and the letter states about a vassal under Lanli being attacked in a place called the Crab Claw Peninsula.

Over the years, this bachelor named Kans wrote letters to report on Dragon Stone Island every once in a while, but most of them were things that were boring to Lanley.

Only when I wrote last time, this person mentioned this crab claw peninsula.

The Crab Claw Peninsula is a very special place, close to the bay where Longshi Island is located. Theoretically, it is under the jurisdiction of the Saitica family of Crab Island, the vassal of Lanli.

But in fact, there has always been no discipline there. In other words, before the Bayratheon dynasty, the Crab Claw Peninsula was actually a direct vassal of the Targaryen family. She was loyal to Targaryen and even claimed to be a model subject of the Dragon family. After Targaryen failed, the Peninsula was rewarded to the Seitica family, but the people on the Peninsula refused to pay taxes.

Because there was so much poverty there, and it was full of swamps, and there was no value at all, and the royal family was too lazy to pay attention to such things, so they only asked the people of the Saitiga family to solve it themselves.

As a result, they have not collected any taxes from there until now.

Lan Li didn't care whether to collect taxes or not, because it has been like this for more than ten years, but now that the people from the Crab Claw Peninsula dare to attack, he had to worry.

Even if Targaryen had signs of recovery, why haven't he recovered yet? Those model subjects weren't so direct, right?

Who gave them such courage?

Feeling that there might be something hidden in this matter. Lan Li thought about it and put away the letter, then patted the shoulder of the fat man who had been standing carefully in front of him, which caused the other party to be frightened.

“Be ready.”
Chapter completed!