"Filin knows. His straightforwardness stunned Film. "Fei Lin can't forget it in his life, and he thinks about it all the time!"

"Definitely. He agreed, but a strange look appeared on his face, and then he smiled half skeptically, half proudly. "Then why did you want Brad to report to you? Why did you call the shots as neatly as Silverglow?

Filin could barely believe his eyes. The way you spoke and the way they followed suit really startled Film.

You didn't even notice what they were saying to you, and you didn't realize that you took it for granted. ”

Film's face flushed. The people of the Kingdom of the Mountains did treat Fihrin as a real prince and did not treat Fihrin as an illegitimate child. Could it be that Filmin got used to being on top so quickly?

Borges smiled at Filin's expression, but then became serious again. "Fez, you have to be more careful. Keep your eyes down and don't look up like a horse. Your Majesty will take this as a letter of war from you, but people are not prepared for such a situation.

The time has not come, and it may never be. Filming nodded solemnly, looking at the snow that was strewn with footprints in the stable courtyard.

Fihrin was indeed careless, and if Etro knew, he would be very upset, and Fihrin had no doubt that he would have known everything that was happening at the city gates before he summoned Firin.

"Don't be a slacker, come down, boy. Borges abruptly interrupted Filin's meditation.

From his tone, Filin sensed that he was also readjusting his status in Fort Stag.

How many years has Filmin been a horse boy and attendant for him? Filmin knows that it is better for people to get back to their original ways as soon as possible so that people don't gossip in the kitchen. Filin dismounted, led the soots, and followed Borges into his stable.

It's warm and familiar, and the cold and gloom of winter is blocked by the thick stone walls outside.

It was home, the oil lamps glowing yellow, and the horses in the fence breathed slowly and deeply.

But when Borges passed by, the whole stable came alive again, and the horses and dogs greeted him excitedly as soon as they smelled him. The master of the stables went home and was warmly welcomed by his closest companions.

The two boys soon caught up with the people, eagerly reporting new news about falcons, hounds or horses.

Borges was here commanding the whole situation, nodding confidently, asking a question or two succinctly as he listened, and his majesty only vanished when the old tigress came out to greet him.

He knelt on one foot and hugged it hard, while it wagged its tail like a puppy and licked his face. "What a good dog!" he said to his dog, then stood up

came to continue his patrol, and saw it following him happily with its tail wagging its tail.

Fei Lin slowly followed, and this warmth made Fei Lin's limbs even more weak.

A horse boy hurriedly turned back to leave Filin with a lantern, and then quickly stepped forward to accompany Borges. Filming walked over to the soot stable and pulled the latch, and it rushed in, snorting in gratitude. Filin placed the lantern on the shelf and looked around. Family.

It really is home, more intimate than Filin's room in the castle, and warmer than anywhere else in the world.

It was a stable in the Borges stables, and Filin was thus safely left on his turf and turned into one of the animals in his care.

It would be nice if Filmin could turn back the clock and get into the haystack and cover his head with a horse's blanket.

Soot snorted again, only this time it was blaming Film.

It has been carrying the film on a trek these days, and it should be allowed to live a comfortable life. However, his numb and tired fingers could not move every clasp on it, so he had to pull the saddle off its back, and almost let it fall to the ground. Filmin fumbled with its bridles, and the shiny clasps danced in front of Film's eyes.

Eventually, Filin closed his eyes and relied on memory alone to help him remove the bridle. When Film's eyes opened, a hand appeared next to Filmin's hand, and Filmin nodded to him, and the saddle bridle slipped from Film's lifeless hand.

He looked at the saddle bridle but did not say a word, but poured a bucket of water he had just brought back for Soot, helped it spread oats, and brought it a large bundle of sweet green hay to eat. Filmin feebly took off the soot brush, and he reached for it. "Let Film. He said calmly.

"Take care of your own horse first. Filin rebuked him.

"Filin's horse is settled, Fitz. You see, you can't take good care of it, so let Filmin come! You can barely stand up straight, take a break!" He said to Film, almost kindly, "the next time people ride horses, you can do it for Film!"

"Borges would be ashamed if he let someone else take care of his animals. ”

"No, he won't. He wouldn't let someone who couldn't even stand on his own take care of the animals. Borges observed the people from outside the stables, "Give the soot to A-hand, boy, he knows what he has to do." A-hand, take care of things here!

Once you've settled in the soot, go see the spotted mare at the south end of the stable.

Filin didn't know whose horse it was or where it came from, but it seemed to be sick. If you find that it is really sick, ask the horse boy to isolate it from other horses and disinfect the stable with vinegar.

Fei Lin took Fei Zi Yinhui back to his room to rest, and then immediately helped you bring some food back, and then he will eat in Fei Lin's room.

By the way, find a horse boy to help people make a fire, maybe the room is as cold as a cave. ”

Ah Hand nodded, and continued to busily take care of Filin's horses, only to see oatmeal on his soot nose. At this point, Borges took Filin's arm. "Come on!" he said to Filin as if he were talking to a horse.

Reluctantly, Filin leaned over him and walked past the long rows of stables, then he picked up a lantern by the door. The warmth of the stables made the night even colder, and as people walked down the frozen paths to the kitchen, it snowed again.

Firin's heart drifted dizzily with the snowflakes, unsure of where his feet were. "Everything has changed, and everything has changed from now on. Filin spoke into the night sky, but the words flew away with the falling snowflakes.

"What has changed?" Borges asked cautiously, his tone tinged with apprehension, suggesting that he was worried that Filmin was going to have a fever again.

"Everything. Maybe you haven't thought about what you do with Film, and how does Ah Shou treat Film...... Two years ago people were friends, just two young men working in the stables.

He had never brushed Filin's horses, but he treated Filin tonight as if he were taking care of a weak and sick man, a man he couldn't even insult.

It seems that Filin should wait for him to help Filin do those things. The gate guards didn't recognize Film.

Even you, Borges, six months or a year ago, if Filin had been sick, you would have pulled Filin to your lodgings and healed him like a hound, without allowing him to complain. Now you're taking Filin to the kitchen door like this, and you're ......"

"Stop yelling!" Borges said rudely to Flin.

"Stop complaining, stop feeling sorry for yourself. If Ah Hand is like you are now, you will do the same for him. He continued, seemingly reluctantly, "Time flies, so things change.

Ah Hand is still your friend, but you are no longer the same kid who left Fort Stag during the autumn harvest.

At that time, Fitz was still Hermes's errand runner and Filin's horse boy, but that was all.

Yes, you're a royal bastard, but no one thinks it's a big deal except for Film. But in Berkeley, the kingdom of the mountains, you can do much more than you are. It doesn't matter if you're pale or you've ridden a horse all day and your limbs are weak, there's no way to hide it.

You behave like a son of Yinhui, and your demeanor is fully displayed, which is why the guards will be courteous to you, and so will your hands. He took a breath and paused, pushing open the heavy kitchen door with his shoulder.

"And Firin, may Ida help people. He muttered.

His next actions contradicted his previous words. He took Filin into the guard's room across the kitchen and left him alone, leaving Filin to sit on a bench by the old wooden table.

The smell of the guardhouse is very pleasant, whether it's mud, snow and ice, or a drunken soldier. The chef always leaves a pot of stew on the fire, bread and cheese waiting on the table, and of course thick slices of yellow summer cream taken from the pantry. Borges scooped it for the people

Two bowls of hot and fragrant barley porridge and two glasses of cold ale with bread, cream and cheese.

For a while, Fei Lin just stared at the food on the table, so tired that he couldn't even hold a spoon, but the smell tempted Fei Lin to take a bite reluctantly, and then Fei Lin began to feast. Halfway through his meal, he stopped to take off his overshirt and tore off a thick slice of bread.

Filin ate the second bowl of barley porridge, and then looked up to see Borges looking at Filin with interest. "Is it better?" he asked.

Filin paused to think about his question. "It's better. "Filin felt warm and well-fed, and although he was tired, it was a great feeling of tiredness, and he just had a good night's sleep. Fei Lin raised his hand to look at it carefully, still feeling a tremble, but he couldn't see it clearly.

"Much better. Filin stood up straight.

Filmin knows that this is no longer the case five years ago, because after so much time, many things, including people, have changed a lot.

Former friends don't necessarily still have a crush on you, and former enemies don't necessarily have hostility toward you.

He wasn't surprised by that.