"You look terrible, he'll ......" he paused and took two breaths. "I'll come back to you later, when you've had enough rest.

I've got to ask you something......" His voice dissipated, just breathing. When a person can no longer endure the boundless pain, there is such a heavy breath.

Filin remembered how he felt that night, and he tried to imagine what it was like to endure the pain while listening to Borges's report, while struggling to hide it.

The servant leaned over to gaze at the king's face, then watched as the people shook their heads slightly.

"Come here!" I whispered to Borges, "the king has just given you an order. ”

As the people left the king's bedchamber, he seemed to lean more heavily on Firin.

"He doesn't seem to care much. "As people struggled to walk down the corridors, Borges spoke to me calmly and cautiously.

"He cares, believes in Film, he cares very much. The people walked up the stairs, and Filmin hesitated for a moment.

One had to go down the staircase, through the halls, kitchens and courtyards, to the stables, and then up the steep staircase to Borges's attic.

Or climb two stairs through the hallway back to Film's room. "I'll take you to Firin's room. Filin told him.

"No, he wanted to stay in his room. His tone sounded like that of a troubled sick child.

"After a while, after you have a good rest. Filin told him firmly. When he carefully helped him up the stairs, he didn't resist, and I didn't think he had the strength to walk on his own.

He leaned against the wall and watched Filmin open the door, and when the door opened, Filmin helped him into the room, trying to make him lie down on Film's bed, but he insisted on sitting on the chair by the fireplace, and when he was seated, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

When he rested, his face showed all the hardships and sufferings of the journey. He looked skinny and looked pretty bad.

He looked up at the room, as if he had never seen it before. "Kaz, is there anything to drink here?"

Filin knew he wasn't talking about tea. "Brandy?"

"That cheap blackberry thing you drink? I think you're going to have to drink horse liniment soon. ”

Filmin turned to smile at him. "There's probably some here in Film. ”

He didn't respond, as if he hadn't heard me.

Filin lit a fire in the fireplace, and then quickly selected the herbs that Filin had kept in the room, but I had already given most of them to the servants, so there was not much left.

"Borges, he'll help you get some food and other things, okay?"

There was no response, it turned out that he had fallen asleep in the chair. Fei Lin walked over and stood beside him, and he could feel his whole body hot without touching him, and he couldn't help but wonder what happened to his leg this time. The new wound is on top of the old wound, and then it continues on its way,

It was hard to heal, so Filin hurried out of the room.

Filin interrupts Sarah, who is making pudding, in the kitchen, tells her that Borges is injured and sick, and that he is resting in Filin's room, and then lies that he is starving, and asks her to send a waiter to bring the food, and by the way, some buckets of clean hot water.

She immediately asked someone else to help stir the pudding, and she immediately began to prepare the trays, teapots, and cutlery, and soon Filin had enough food for a small banquet.

Filin ran to the stable and told Afa Borges that he would stay in the feld's room for a while, and then went upstairs to Borges's room to get the herbs and plant rhizomes that Filin needed.

As soon as he opened the door of his room, he felt the cold, dampness and musty smell in the room, and thought to himself that he should find someone to make a fire, and then bring some firewood, water, and candles.

As expected, Borges would not be here for the rest of the winter, so he had already arranged his room in a modest manner.

He saw only a few jars of herbal ointment, but he did not find fresh and dried herbs, and he did not take them with him, let alone give them to anyone else before he left.

Filin stood in the center of the room and looked around, he hadn't been here in months. Childhood memories come to mind: Fihrin remembers spending hours in front of the fireplace tinkering with the saddle or oiling it, sleeping with a mat in front of the fire, and the first dog with a big nose that Borges later took away to prevent Filin from using his intellectual origins.

Filin shook his head at the conflicting emotions and hurried out of the room.

Next, he knocked on Constellation's door. Rem opened the door and looked at Filin's face and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"Borges is back, now in the film's room, he is badly injured, but the film doesn't have any suitable herbs......"

"Did you go to the doctor?"

Filmin hesitated for a moment. "Borges always likes to do things his own way. ”

And he did. Star walked into the living room. "What has this madman done to himself, is Prince Hermes okay?"

"The prince and his guards were attacked, but he was not wounded and continued in the direction of the mountains.

He sent the wounded back and accompanied two uninjured people, but Borges was the only one who came back alive. ”

"How hard is the return trip?" asked Constellation. Rem had been collecting herbs and plant rhizomes around the house for a long time, as well as bandages for bandaging.

"It was cold, there were many dangers along the way, and I didn't get any decent reception along the way. And the group that came back was attacked by archers, on the border of the Duchy of Bucks.

Borges fell into the river with his mount and swept downstream, but perhaps that saved his life. ”

"How's his injury?" Starlight began to move as she opened a small cupboard and pulled out the ointment and tincture.

"His leg is the one with the old wound. Fei Lin didn't know how the injury was, because Fei Lin hadn't seen it yet, but Fei Lin thought it was probably serious. He couldn't walk on his own and had a high fever. ”

Constellation takes a basket and begins to put the medicine inside. "So, what are you still standing there for?" she read a few words to Filmin as she waited. "Why don't you go back to your room and see what you can do for him. People will pick these up in a minute. ”

Filmin said bluntly: "Filmin doesn't think he's going to ask you to help. ”

"Then people just watched it. Constellation said calmly. "Let's go to Zhangluo Hot Water now!"

The buckets of hot water that Filmin needed were placed outside Film's door. When the water in his kettle began to boil, a group of people came to the film room one after another.

The cook brought two trays of food, as well as warm milk and hot tea. Constellation arrives in the room, then arranges the herbs in Firin's closet, and quickly instructs Rem to help her move a table and two chairs.

Borges slept in Filin's chair, asleep despite shivering from time to time.

Xingcai touched his forehead with a surprising affection to check for swelling around his chin, then bent slightly to gaze at his sleeping face.

"Bo'er?" she asked gently, but he didn't move. Then she stroked his face very gently. “

You're so thin and so tired. She grieved softly, then dipped a cloth in warm water, wiped his face and hands clean like a child, and took a blanket from the film bed and carefully tucked it behind his shoulder. As soon as he saw Filin staring at her, he glared at me and said, "He wants a basin of warm water." ”

She gave the order reproachfully. When he filled a basin of water, she crouched down in front of him and calmly took out her silver cloth and pinched the end of the bandage that wrapped around his leg. The bandages on his legs looked as if they hadn't been changed since he fell into the river, and the bandages were higher than his knees.

As Rem brought the basin of warm water and crouched beside her, Starlight peeled off the dirty strip of cloth as if she had peeled off a hard shell.

Borges woke up with a groan, hung his head on his chest and opened his eyes, looking dazed, and after a while saw Filin standing in front of him, and the two ladies crouching at his feet. "What's wrong?" was the only thing he could say.

"It's a real mess. Constellation told him, and leaned back to face him, as if he had left a dirty mark on the clean floor. "Why don't you at least keep it clean?"

Borges glanced down at his legs. Dried blood and sediment from the river piled up in swollen cracks below the knee and formed hard lumps.

Seeing the wound, he visibly flinched. When he replied to Xingcai, his tone was low and hoarse.

Hong'er dragged Filin into the river, and the people's things were gone. There was no clean bandage, no food, nothing.

The film could have exposed the wound so that it could have been washed, but the entire wound would have been frozen. Do you think that would improve the situation?"

"The food is here. Filming suddenly interrupted, and it seemed that not letting them talk was the only way to prevent them from arguing. Filin moved a small table beside him and placed a plate of food prepared by the cook.

Xingcai stood up and didn't stop him from eating. Then Filin poured a glass of warm milk and put it in his hand, only to see his hands tremble slightly and bring the cup to his mouth, and he realized how hungry he was.

"Don't drink so fast!" Star stopped him. Rem and Filin stared at her warning eyes, but Borges seemed to be so focused on the food that he put down his cup and picked up the bread roll that Filin had coated with cream, and ate almost all of it, so he poured him milk again when he had time.

It was strange to see his hands start shaking as soon as he got his hands on the food, and he wondered how he had managed to keep himself from losing his temper until then.

"What's wrong with your legs?" asked Rem softly, then warning him, "You sit tight. ”

Then she put a warm, potion-dripping cloth on his knee, and he shivered and turned pale, but he held back his silence and drank some more milk.