She seemed to squeeze the words out of her mouth, and her face was full of hesitation: "You must consider that you cannot put two saddles on the back of a horse, no matter how willing the horse is......" Her voice disappeared in the last words, and her eyes closed as if hurt.

Then, she took a breath and continued quickly as if she didn't want to stop: "Another consideration, Kaz Silverlight. Ariana was, or was, an idealistic woman.

She was in business and knew the business world well, and he wanted to be able to rebuild her business after a period of employment.

But what about you? What can you bring to her? You have a good handwriting, but you don't have the perfect skills of paperwork.

You're a good stable helper, but that's not how you make a living. You are the bastard son of the prince and live in the castle with food and clothing, but you do not have a fixed pocket money.

It may be a comfortable room for a person, but do you expect to bring Ariana over to live with?

Or do you really believe that the king will allow you to leave Fort Bucks, and if he does, so what?

Will you live with your wife on her hard-earned money and do nothing yourself, or will you be willing to learn business from her and be her right-hand man?"

She finally stopped, not expecting any questions from Film, who didn't even try.

She took a breath and continued: "You're acting like a boy who doesn't think about anything. Filin knows you have no ill intentions, but one must be sure that things don't hurt anyone, especially Ariana.

You grew up in rumors and intrigues in the royal court, but she wasn't, and would you let others say she was your concubine, or worse, a Fort Buck prostitute?

Lust for the queen is ...... Queen, but she doesn't take the court as seriously as Queen Steadfast.

Fort Stag now has a queen again, and the situation is different, and you will find out as well. If you really want Ariana to be your wife, she must step by step into court life, or she will feel like an outsider in the crowd who nods politely.

Filin will be honest with you, Kaz Silverlight, he is not cruel to you, but it is better to be cruel now than to have Ariana be treated coldly for the rest of her life. She said so calmly, her eyes never taking their eyes off my face.

She waited for Film's answer, and then Film's helpless question, "What should Filmin do?"

She looked down at her hands, then at mine again. "Don't do anything now, he's serious. Filin made Ariana my maid and did her best to teach her everything about the court.

She was a good student, and when she taught film herbs and perfumery, she was the most pleasant teacher.

Filin asked Filensmann to teach her how to write, which was what she was most passionate about! She must make the maids of the court accept her as one of my noble maids, not an illegitimate woman. After a while, you can look for her, but for now it's best not to see her alone, or even dismiss the idea of seeing her. ”

"But Filmin must talk to her alone, briefly, and then Filmin promises to follow your rules. She thinks Filmin deliberately deceived her, Star. She thinks Filin was drunk last night, and Filin has to explain......"

However, before he could say the next sentence, Xingcai shook his head and continued, causing Filin to stammer. "People have heard rumors about her coming to you, and people are gossiping about it.

Filmin dispels the rumors and assures everyone that Ariana has come here because of her current difficulties, and that her mother had run errands for Lady Hellot at the court of Queen Steadfast.

Because this is true, she must have come to Film, and wasn't Mrs. Heller the first friend of Filmin since she came to Fort Stag?"

"Do you know Ariana's mother?" asked Firin, curious.

"Not really. She had left before Filin had come to Fort Tag and married a candle maker, but I did know Lady Hair, and she was very nice to Filin. "She ignored my questions.

"But, can't Filin come to your room and talk to her privately, and then ......"

"Filin will not allow a scandal!" she declared firmly. "Film doesn't cause a scandal. Kaz, you have enemies at court, and Filin won't let Ariana fall victim to their choice to hurt you. That's it, he's clear enough, right?"

She made it clear, especially the things that Filin thought she didn't know. How well does she know my enemies? Does she think it has anything to do with socializing, though all the distractions have raged in the court.

Filin thought of His Majesty and his sly quips, and of how he had changed his tone of tone during the feast, chatting with the diners, making them laugh at each other and whisper their opinions on the Prince's criticisms. Filin thought about how to kill him.

"Look at your chin and you'll know you understand. Xingcai got up and put the teacup back on the table. "Rem, he figured it was time to let Kaz Silverlight rest. ”

"Please at least tell her not to be mad at me," Filin begged her, "to tell her that Filin wasn't drunk last night, and that Filin never wanted to cheat on her or hurt her." ”

"Filmin won't speak! Rem, you are not allowed! Don't think Filmin didn't see the two of you making eye contacts. Remember, Kaz Silverlight, he believes you know how to do things. This candle maker doesn't know you, that's how it should be.

Let's go, Rem. Kaz Silverglow, he wants you to rest tonight. ”

They left Film. Although Filin tries to catch Rem's eyes and win her help, she refuses to look at Fil.

The door closed behind them, and he had to lie back on the bed. Filin tried not to let my heart flutter for the restrictions that Constellation had on me, and she was annoyed by these rules, but she was right.

Filin only wanted Ariana to treat my actions as a brainless nonsense, not a deception or acquiescence.

Filmin got up and turned on the fire, then sat on the fireplace and looked at my room.

After a few months of living in the Kingdom of the Mountains, it did look like a desolate place. The wardrobe is decorated with nothing more than a dusty tapestry depicting wise kings and quaint friendliness, which complements the room like a fir cabinet at the foot of a film bed. Filming looked up at the tapestry with scrutinizing eyes, it was old and infested, which is why it was banished here.

If you see it when she was young, it will give her a nightmare.

The tapestries were woven in an old-fashioned style, the wise king looked too tall, and the ancient spirit was nothing like any creature that Filin had ever seen.

They seem to have wings on their protruding shoulders, perhaps this also represents the aura that surrounds their shoulders. Filmin leaned against the fireplace and looked at them carefully.

Film dozed off and woke up with a sketch on his shoulder. The secret door by the fireplace to Etro's territory opened temptingly, and he stiffened to his feet, stretched, and ascended the stone staircase.

Just like his first visit many years ago, he was dressed in his pajamas.

At that time, he was walking with an old man with a pockmarked face and eagle-like bright and sharp eyes, and he looked really scary. He taught Filmin how to hurt people, and he became my friend without a word, and Filmin accepted it.

The stone staircase was cold, and the candlesticks on the walls still had cobwebs, dust, and soot, and it was conceivable that no one had cleaned them, as did Etro's dwelling. It's messy, dirty, but comfortable as usual.

At one end of the room was his working fireplace, sleek slate floors, and a huge table. The table top is still messy as before, with a mortar and a pestle.

There were also slimy plates with scraps of meat for weasels to eat, pots of dried herbs, slates and scrolls, spoons and tongs, and charred pots, still with a strong smell of smoke that lingered throughout the room.

But Etro is not here. No, he was at the other end of the room, where there was a large chair with cushions, facing the dancing fire in the fireplace. Carpets stack on the floor, and an intricately carved table sits bowls of autumn apples and corked glass bottles of summer wine.

Etro sat upright in his chair, holding a half-unfolded scroll and reading by the light.

Did he look farther away than before? Did his thin arms get more withered? Filin couldn't help but wonder if he had aged during the months that Filin had been away, or if Filin hadn't paid close attention to him before?

His gray woolen robe was as upright as usual, and his long gray hair covered the shoulders of the robe, which looked the same color.

As is customary, he stood quietly until he looked up and saw Film. Some things have changed, others have not.

He finally put down the scroll and looked towards Filin. He has green eyes, and there is always a light of surprise on his countenance, which belongs to the Zhiyuan family.

Despite the pus-filled scars on his face and arms, the lineage of his illegitimate son is almost as obvious as that of Film.

Fei Lin thought that Fei Lin should be able to call him Bogong, but the relationship between master and apprentice was obviously closer than blood relatives. He looked at Filin from head to toe, making Filin consciously stand up straighter under his careful observation. His voice was as serious as the following order: "Boy, go to the light." ”

Knowing that, he took a dozen steps forward, allowing him to scrutinize him like a scroll.

"If people are ambitious traitors, you and Film, people will be able to make the people see the shadow of silver in you, and Filmin can teach you how to stand like him, and you can walk like him.

Film can also teach you how to add wrinkles to your face to make you look older. You're about the same height as him, and you can learn how he says idioms and smiles.

Gradually, people will be able to quietly gather their strength, so that they can't even imagine how they have failed. And then one day, people will be able to seize power. ”