Chapter 168

"Ha! When did you care about my marriage?

To tell you the truth, I don't know why I didn't refuse the marriage at the beginning.

Maybe as you said, I sympathize with Sansa's experience and am eager to protect her.

At least after marrying me, Geoffrey can't continue to blatantly insult and hurt her.

As for fulfilling my wife's responsibilities and obligations, forget it. I'd rather spend some money to find a woman outside than force a girl to do what she doesn't want to do.

In addition, do you think in the current situation, who dares to take Sansa away from me at the risk of offending the Lannister family?

It may be that there are many restless guys secretly spying and eager to obtain great benefits by virtue of the prestige established by the stark family's rule over the north for hundreds of years, but I don't think anyone dares to take any action. "

After that, Tyrion filled himself a glass of wine again and drank it clean.

Like many people with serious psychological gap, he began to vent and indulge through drinking after he found that he had lost his precious power. He spent most of his time half drunk and half awake every day.

"No, you are wrong, my friend." Zhang Cheng smiled and shook his head. "It is undeniable that after the eradication of the baratheon brothers and rob stark, no one in the whole seven countries, except Dorn in the south, has enough strength to challenge the Lannister family. But don't forget that the most important thing in the world is conspirators and ambitious. Think about it. If someone told Sansa that she could take her home, she would still stay with you, Facing the enemies who killed their father and brother all day? "

The little devil was never a political idiot. On the contrary, he was very smart and read countless books. He immediately understood the strong hint revealed in his words.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he quickly opened his mouth and said tentatively, "can you tell me who the conspirators and careerists you mean? The Bolton family?"

"Bolton? No, no, No. Luce Bolton may be an expert who knows how to preserve his strength and how to stand on the side of the winner at the critical moment, but he is certainly not a conspirator. A real conspirator is always good at hiding himself. As long as you check who Sansa is close to on weekdays, I believe you will come to a conclusion immediately. But I have to remind you that you'd better hurry up, otherwise... "

Before Zhang Cheng finished his words, a beautiful young maid came in with a plate.

She didn't even say a word or bow. She just put the food on the table, followed by a very vague eye contact with the little devil, and then turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Zhang Cheng saw everything in his eyes. After the maid went away, he joked meaningfully: "I said that you don't care about your new wife at all. It turned out that you already have someone else in your heart. Please be careful, my friend. I'm not sure how your father, Lord tywin, will react to the news."

"I don't understand what you're talking about! Please, she's just a cheap maid." Tyrion deliberately pretended not to care.

"Don't act in front of me. You should know that you can't deceive me at all. I'm afraid you haven't realized it. When the maid appeared just now, your eyes almost melted. As a saying goes, the eyes are the window of the soul. No matter how good a person is at lying and cheating, the eyes can never deceive. What's more, you're not very good at it Cheat, I'm not your enemy. "Zhang Cheng slightly raised his mouth to expose the other party's poor acting skills.

"Damn it! I'm beginning to hate dealing with you." Tyrion gritted his teeth and complained, and then nervously asked, "are my eyes really as obvious as you said?"

"Yes! Very obvious! I think you'd better not meet her when there are outsiders, otherwise it's just a matter of time to be found. Well, let's talk about your rich and colorful love life first. It's time to take out what you promised me." Zhang Cheng said with his right hand.

Without any nonsense, Tyrion directly opened a dark grid on the shelf on the right wall, took out a scroll that was a little yellow and full of black spots, and spread it out carefully: "note that this thing is very old, and it will break with a little force."

"Relax, I'll give it back to you at a glance." Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and quickly swept through the unclear handwriting on the paper.

There is nothing else recorded on the scroll. It is the alchemist guild that has kept the materials and spells for making wildfire for many years.

As a knowledge collector, he will not give up anything that may be useful or enlightening to himself.

The little devil stood aside and silently observed Zhang Cheng's absorbed expression, with a bitter smile on his face.

You know, before the outbreak of the Heishui River battle, he made many promises in order to win more power as much as possible, but stealing the secret recipe made by wildfire is undoubtedly the most special one.

Up to now, he doesn't understand what the man standing in front of him desires.

Wealth?

Although Zhang Cheng made a "national disaster fortune" during the siege, he soon spent 7788.

right?

After seizing Liangshui City, Zhang Cheng delegated his rule to a small bureaucratic system established by himself. He hid in his room all day and didn't know what to do.

Beauty?

According to the information obtained by the little devil, Zhang Cheng has not slept with any woman or man so far, and the degree of abstinence is almost comparable to that of the most devout friars.

Tyrion's only certainty is that Zhang Cheng seems to have an unusually strong desire for supernatural forces

When the living room fell into silence, Sansa, hiding in the kitchen, quietly turned out a small ring of liquid surrounded by Lavender smoke from her belt, pulled out the cork, poured it into the soup bowl, and quickly stirred it with a spoon when the cook didn't pay attention until all the purple smoke disappeared completely.

The first time she did such a thing, she just felt her heart beating wildly, and the sweat on her back soaked her clothes in just a few seconds.

nervous!

Uneasy!

Panic!

Sansha doesn't know what her mood is at the moment, but she is willing to pay all the price, even if her hands are stained with blood, in order to go home and return to the winter city where she was born and grew up.

In order to ensure that the soup in the bowl would be delivered to the right person, she also specially told the maid in charge of delivering vegetables.

About three or five minutes later, the bowl of soup with ingredients was placed in front of Zhang Cheng