So, in addition to greeting him, he had to explain why Filin was here, and then Filin spoke in a proper manner, paying attention to every lady who looked at Filin.

"My queen, Crown Prince Hermes has sent me to bring you a message. ”

Her eyes seemed to be touched by something, and then she regained her composure. "Okay. She said in a steady tone.

No one stopped their needlework, but Filin made sure everyone pricked up their ears and waited to hear what Filin had to say.

"There used to be a garden at the top of the beacon, the Queen's Garden. Prince Hermes said that there used to be many potted plants there, a pond with aquatic plants and fish, and strings of wind chimes.

This garden belongs to his mother, my queen, and he wants you to own it. ”

The atmosphere became even quieter, and Floya's eyes widened and she asked cautiously, "Are you sure he said that?"

"Of course, my queen. Filin wondered how she could react like that. He said he was happy to see someone rebuild the garden. His tone was full of affection, especially the blooming thyme beds. ”

The smile on Floya's face bloomed like petals, and then she raised her hand to her mouth and took a trembling breath through her fingers, and her pale face immediately turned bloody, and her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shining.

"I must go check it out!"

She stood up suddenly. "Rosemary, please bring Filin's cloak and gloves. She looked around at her maids, "Why don't you also put on your cloak and gloves and go out with Film?"

"Queen, today's blizzard is the strongest ......," said a maid hesitantly.

However, the older and motherly Lady Qianyu slowly got up at this time. "Fei Lin will accompany you to the beacon tower. Ah Yong!" A little boy dozing off in the corner jumped up. "Bring Filin's cloak and gloves, and don't forget Filin's hat. She turned to face Floya.

Firin vividly remembers Queen Steadfast's garden, where he used to spend hours of merry time. I would love to help rebuild the garden. ”

After a brief pause, the other maids followed suit. When he put on his cloak and walked back, everyone was ready to go.

It was a strange feeling that Filin led a group of maids through the castle and up the long staircase to the Queen's Garden.

Then a number of acolytes and curious people gathered, and in a short time a large crowd followed Floya and Firin.

Filin led the group up the steep stone staircase, with Floya following closely behind Filin, and the others following in a long procession.

As he pushed open the heavy door blocked by the deep snow, Floya asked gently, "He forgave Film, didn't he?" Filming paused to steady his breath and pushed the door open with his shoulder, which did nothing good for the wound on Film's neck, and Film's forearm ached.

"Queen?" Filmin replied with a question.

"Film's husband, Hermes, he has forgiven Film, and that's how he expressed it. Oh, he should create a garden for people to share, so that he will not be disgraced again. When he looked at her ecstatic smile, she easily pushed the door open with her shoulder.

Filming stood in the cold winter light and blinked, only to see her walk out the door through layers of deep snow to the top of the beacon tower, not caring at all about the bad weather. Looking at the barren rooftop, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his brain.

Under the gloomy sky in front of me, there was nothing but layers of snow scattered by the wind on a wall of statues, vases, and basins.

Filin mustered up the courage to face Floya's disappointed look, but she still stood in the center of the stage, smiling and spinning in circles like a child with her arms outstretched in the snow.

"It's beautiful here!" she exclaimed.

Filmin followed her out, followed by the others.

In a few moments, Floya walked over to the pile of statues, vases, and basins against the wall, and gently brushed the snow off the statue of the cherub like a mother, and removed the snow from the stone bench, and then placed the statue of the cherub.

The statue was not trivial, but Floya energetically used her size and strength to rescue the other statues from the snowdrifts, and she marveled at the fact that the other maids should come and admire them.

Fei Lin stood not far from them, and the cold wind blew past Fei Lin, waking up the pain of Fei Lin's wound and reminding Fei Lin of the painful past.

Filmin once stood here almost naked in the cold of winter, allowing Galen to forcibly instill Film's arcane spell abilities, where he whipped Filmin like a dog, and while he struggled here, he also caused his arcane spells to suffer indelible wounds.

It was still a painful place for me, and no matter how green and peaceful the garden was, he couldn't help but wonder if it still attracted Film, as long as it was at the top of the boulder.

A low wall caught Film's attention, and he knew that if he walked over and looked out from the wall, he would see the rocky cliff below, but Filmin didn't.

Filmin was asked to jump from here, but the quick end no longer tempted Film, and I threw aside Galen's old mystical spell proposal and turned to look at the Queen.

She came alive against the snow and stones, reminding her of a flower called a snowdrop that sometimes blooms even when the snow melts.

Her pale yellow hair glittered with gold against a green cloak, her lips were red, her cheeks were pink like roses about to bloom, and her bright eyes sparkled like sapphires when she found every treasure.

On the contrary, the dark-haired, black-eyed maids, who wore cloaks and hats to ward off the cold of winter, stood silently echoing the queen and sharing her joy, occasionally rubbing their frozen fingers or clenching their cloaks to ward off the wind.

Filin thought that this was what Hermes should see, that she exuded enthusiasm and vitality, and then he couldn't help but fall in love with her, and that burning vitality was as high as when he used to hunt or ride a horse.

"Of course it's beautiful here," said Mrs. Hope as she walked, "but it's really cold, and you may have to wait until the snow melts and the wind weakens before you can tidy it up!"

"Oh, you're wrong!" Froya exclaimed, straightening up from her pile of treasure and laughing loudly, before walking back to the center of the tower. "The garden is born from the heart. Filmin must clear the snow and ice from the top of the tower tomorrow, and then set up all the stools, statues, and flower pots.

But how? Radially like the spokes of a wheel, or in an intriguing labyrinth, or in a proper manner according to height and theme?

There are a thousand ways to arrange them, and I'm going to have to try more, unless Fillin's husband remembers what the garden used to look like, then Fillin can rebuild his childhood garden!"

"Tomorrow, Queen Floya. It's getting dark now, and it's getting colder. Lady Thousand Languages suggested. Fei Lin could see that she was getting older, and she was tired from climbing stairs and standing in the cold wind, but she still smiled kindly and said, "Fei Lin may be able to tell you about the garden that Fei Lin remembers tonight." ”

"Really?" Froya exclaimed, clapping her hands to herself, before smiling gratefully at Lady Thousand Words.

"I'd love to. ”

Then the people went down the stairs in a column from the rooftop, and he closed the door behind the hall and stood still a little to let his eyes adjust to the darkness of the beacon. The candle flame below Filin floated in the moving procession, and Filin was grateful to the boy who ran to bring the candle to illuminate it.

Filin followed the group more slowly, the bite marks and sword wounds on his entire arm trembling in pain.

Filin was happy with Floya's joy, but also felt guilty for the whole thing's fiction. Hermes breathed a sigh of relief when Filin suggested giving the garden to Floya, but he didn't care as much as she did.

She sees the rebuilding of the garden as building a temple of their love, but Filin wonders if Hermes will remember the gift he gave her the next day.

At the same time as Fei Lin went downstairs, he couldn't help but feel that he had betrayed others, and he also felt that he was quite stupid.

Filin wanted to eat alone, so he avoided the hall and walked to the guardhouse across the kitchen, where he saw Borges and Afa in the middle of the meal. Filmin couldn't refuse to ask him to have dinner with him, but Filmin felt as if he didn't exist as soon as he sat down.

They didn't leave Filmin out of their conversations, but Filmin no longer lived the life they talked about, and the details of the stables and the farrowing room were really baffling Film.

They shared their experiences and knowledge with each other, discussing issues with the confidence and brisk nature of men, and Filmin felt more and more that he was only nodding in agreement, but had nothing to say.

They get along very well, and Borges has no intention of relying on the old and selling the old, but Ah Fa has always been unable to hide his respect for his predecessors.

He learned a lot from Borges in a short period of time. He was a humble horse boy when he left Fort Buck last fall, but now he talks about eagles and dogs

and asked Borges a practical question about horse breeding.

They got up to leave, still eating, only to hear Ah Fa express concern about a dog that had been kicked by a horse earlier that day, and then the two walked out of the door chatting after saying goodnight to Film.

Filin sat quietly, surrounded by other guards and soldiers eating, drinking, and chatting.

The pleasant sounds of conversation, the sound of spoons hitting the sides of the pan, and the thudding of a slice of large round cheese to eat, are as melodious as music.

The room was filled with the smell of food and people, as well as the smell of firewood, spilled ale, and hearty boiling stew.

Filin should feel happy and contented at this moment, not restless, sad, or lonely.