"Kill Joffrey!"

"Kill that bastard!"

"Kill Cersei! Kill the little devil monkey!"

"There is food in the Red Fort, we are starving to death, they are laughing!"

The mob gathered in a sea of ​​people shouting slogans, and they compressed their golden robes little by little towards the Red Fort.

Joffrey couldn't help but tremble, and when the surging crowds shouted to kill him,

"Why? How dare these untouchables do this? I am the king!"

"I am the king!"

"I am their king!"

"But you were going to kill them all just now!" Tyrion couldn't help but stop his child-like behavior.

"Do you think you were playing the King's Game when you were a kid? As long as you say something, no one will listen without hearing?"

"You are the king only when they admit you, and once they don't admit you, you are a fool!"

Tyrion looked at Cersei with a sarcastic look, "Look at your idiot son! Look at the consequences of his one-handed action!"

Cersei said stubbornly with a pale face: "He is the king!"

"Haha! Of course he is the king, maybe he will become the king's corpse tonight! And you guys!"

"You can now imagine what happened after these mobs broke through the castle gate!"

"Fortunately, I sent Messera away today. If I were a woman, I would rather die now!" One sarcasm after another was about to drive Cersei crazy,

She grabbed Tyrion's shoulder, "You are the king's hand, you are a Lannister, think of a way!"

"Of course there is a way! As long as there is bread, it's enough bread! But do you have it?"

Cersei thought he had caught the life-saving straw, "Yes! Bread, didn't you say that Lynn had a way to get the food? I promise you!"

"I promise you that as long as he can calm the riot, the king and I can restore the legitimacy of his name!"

"Is that?" Tyrion patted his hand off his shoulder.

Cersei and Joffrey were both nodding,

"It's a pity that it's too late!"

"Unless he shows up with food now, it's too late!"

Tyrion's words, he drew the bones of Cersei and Joffrey,

Joffrey lay in her mother's arms and cried bitterly like a thirteen-year-old child!

...

Suddenly,

A loud trumpet sounded,

"Is this?" Tyrion was excited and quickly climbed up the city wall to watch.

In the distance, at the end of the straight King's Avenue, a row of cavalry rushed over quickly.

The cavalry yelled four words while charging.

These four words are like a breeze blowing across the hills, blowing away the heat in the city of King Land and calming the anger in the mob.

"The food is here!"

“It’s on the dock outside the city!”

"Lynn Baratheon, the child of King Robert, brought the food!"

Tyrion was overjoyed and ordered the people around him to shout:

"King Joffrey announced that he would not be held accountable and everyone can receive the bread!"

Outside the city,

Outside the king's gate, carriages lined up to the horizon, and countless mercenaries were guarding each other.

In one of the carriages, Lynn sat inside, and a fat man sat in front of him.

The fat man was wearing a brightly colored robe, a round bald head, and feminine eyebrows. He was the intelligence manager of Junlin, Varis!

Instead of appearing in the team that sent Princess Messiara, he appeared next to Lynn.

"Is this the purpose of you asking me to come back two days late?"

Varis smiled, "Just right, isn't it?"

Lynn stared at the fat man in front of him, and was a little confused about the purpose of helping him.

A few days ago, after entering the king's leadership, Lynn hired carriages and mercenaries along the road.

Every time they hired a carriage, they secretly took out the corresponding grain and handed it to them for transportation. When the number of the convoy reached a certain amount, few people knew how much grain they had pulled.

The fat man appeared when the convoy was three days away from Junlin.

He found Lynn and said only one sentence, "Extend the trip of three days to five days, and you can achieve your goal!"

"What do you want?" Lynn was impatient to guess the riddles, and didn't like the twists and turns of these people. So he asked directly.

"Balance!" Varis looked at Lynn and said sincerely, "Only balance can shape peace, and a family's dominance without restraint can only create madness!"

Lynn shook his head, "Maybe the facts may not be as you wish,"

"It's time for us to go out now!"

He had heard the footsteps coming from countless people outside.

The residents of King's Landing City rushed out of the city from the King's Gate, Linhe Gate, Lion's Gate and other city gates and came to the competition venue.

In order to maintain order, Lynn set up different areas in the competition venue. Varis thought more. He asked the convoys containing food to park on high hills, so that everyone who came could see the hills filled with food.

Then layers of mercenaries surrounded the carriage with torches.

Ensure that everyone who comes to collect bread or food can receive it as long as they follow the order, and it is provided free of charge every day until the new food is mature.

With hope, there is order.

The receiving team sent dozens of rows. With the help of officials coming from the city, the people lined up in an orderly manner to collect the goods, and the distribution continued until the evening. When Lynn rode into the city on his horse,

The people stood on both sides and cheered,

"He is the child of King Robert, they look exactly the same!"

"Yes! It looks the same as the king when he was young!" Someone kept shouting in the crowd,

If you observe carefully, you will find that these shouting people are evenly distributed, as if they are regular. Gradually, more and more people shout!

"Linn Baratheon!"

"The only person who escaped from the vicious queen!"

"Son of Robert!"
Chapter completed!