Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

At dusk, the sunset glow covered the entire sky like red oil paint, and the long afterglow was reflected on the ground through the hollowed-out windows, and was fragmented.

Seleucus was leaning against the wall and rubbing his neck while looking at my room. The royal blue earrings shone brightly following his movements.

It took quite a while before the huge and heavy iron chains on Nessi's body were sawed open and dragged out by two servants.

A Persian medical officer with a gray beard and a white turban knelt by the bed to bandage Nessi's wound.

Seleucus looked at it for a while, then nodded Nessi with his chin, and said to me: "I'm a little confused, Bagoas, you threatened me for a long time, just to save this half-dead slave?"

"It's for a life." I said coldly.

Seleucus said: "Well, I'm not interested either, but Bagoas, you threatened me with force, for the sake of Zeus, it's not right."

"My lord, I will not apologize for this." I said without looking up.

Seleucus raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh?"

"Lord Seleucus, it's true that I'm a eunuch, and I don't like this title and identity, but it's not up to me," I pointed to Nessi on the bed, "No one wants to be treated like an animal by others." , but there are always some people who feel that they are born noble, so they want to do whatever they want with lives equal to themselves."

Seleucus was silent for a while, before he said, "Bagos, do I treat you like an animal?"

I looked at him indifferently: "Of course you don't. In your eyes, I am naturally a person, but I am a person like a prostitute."

As soon as I finished speaking, Seleucus suddenly smiled, his green eyes flashed, and the arrogance on his face was as fleeting as the wind.

"Kazander is right. Bagoas is a very smart guy. It seems that the few years spent by Darius' side have indeed taught you how to survive," he said, turning the ring on his hand, " I might as well tell you what I think in exchange for being frank with me."

He grabbed the front of my clothes and pulled it over, and whispered close to my ear: "Actually, in my eyes, there are only three types of people: livestock, prostitutes, and kings."

His voice was gloomy and low, and his hot breath touched my earlobe, like thousands of insects and ants crawling on the skin.

I reluctantly said: "My lord, I...don't understand."

"I'm a livestock, and you're a prostitute." He chuckled, "We're all like ants, and our identities are meaningless. Bagoss, you're not the only one I despise."

I could hear something in his words, he was belittling me, but he was belittling himself at the same time.I feel like this person is not talking to me, but treats me like a tree hole, because he knows that I don't understand what he is talking about.

When I came back to my senses, he had already left.

Sure enough, as the medical officer expected, Nessie had a high fever all night and kept moaning in a low voice, looking very painful.

Naturally, I also had a restless night, and when I looked in the mirror the next day, my dark circles were comparable to those of a panda.

When Ptolemy saw me in the afternoon, he was a little frightened: "Bagos, who beat you?"

I waved my hands feebly.

Ptolemy said: "We are going to the camp later, and Alexander suddenly asked me to call you. It's really strange. What can you do in the camp?"

"Oh, yes," I replied flatly, "Alexander asked me to see his baby."

"Baby? Alexander's baby?" Ptolemy wondered, "So—you also like riding horses?"

"Riding? What do you mean?" I wondered, "I don't know how to ride, but what does that have to do with Alexander's baby?"

Ptolemy frowned, looked at me several times, and said, "So you never knew that Alexander's most precious thing was that black war horse?"

"what?"

It turns out that the baby is not a human, but a horse? !

A little excitement suddenly rose in my heart, which was both unexpected and inexplicable.That horse, I know that horse!Alexander's favorite horse, he called it the bull-headed steed!

It is said that it was a wild horse that was very violent and difficult to tame. Even Alexander's father, Philip II, couldn't do anything about it, but Alexander, who was only 12 years old at that time, volunteered to tame it, and Philip II was half-joking. It seems to let him go.No one thought that this fair and frail little boy really did it.

"I wasn't there at that time, and Hephaestion and Kassander went with them." Ptolemy said, "I only remember a few days later Father... um... Your Majesty Philip was very happy, and everyone said that Alexander He is an extraordinary person, he can conquer a fierce horse at such a young age, and in the future, even the whole world, he will be at his fingertips."

I nodded, and he did.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ptolemy's mouth: "Ah, yes, I still remember that Hephaestion fought with him because of this incident. It seems that almost everyone praised him at that time, only Hephaestion said he had guts and no brains. Alexander was very angry and insisted on dragging Hephaistion to wrestle, but Alexander lost. I am very impressed with this incident, because since then, Alexander seems to have He hasn't lost either - he's been obsessed with it."

I also smiled.

Just based on Ptolemy's words, I can imagine that little blond boy with dirty cheeks and stubborn expression.

Ptolemy suddenly rolled his eyes and asked me, "Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

"Because I like horses." I said.

The two talked, and soon arrived at the entrance of a square palace.The colorful brick carvings on both sides of the hall are two men with human heads, animal bodies and eagle wings. In my opinion, they are basically collaged by geometric patterns, which is very abstract.

Ptolemy led me in, and as soon as the veil was lifted, I suddenly realized that I had been to this place before, and it was Alexander's bedroom.I just didn't expect it to be so close to where I live.

Alexander was dressed very formally, with a white Greek robe tied around his waist by a thin linen belt. He was wearing a crown. The golden crown shaped like an olive branch caught his soft hair, but it was a bit crooked.

A hand with a ruby ​​ring was suddenly placed lightly on his shoulder, slowly hugging him from behind, and then a handsome face was pressed against Alexander's neck.

Alexander held the hand back, his blue eyes suddenly became very gentle.

"My God Apollo, without the help of others, you will probably never be able to straighten the crown." Hephaistion smiled and straightened the crown for him.

"No, you're wrong," Alexander said with a chuckle, "it wasn't without your help."

Hephaistion was stunned: "Alexander, you are too unrealistic, what if I'm not here?"

"I just need you to help me straighten the crown, my Hephaes," Alexander frowned and turned to look at him. "It doesn't matter if you want the crown or not, but you are different."

Hearing these words, I suddenly felt that a certain part of my heart was gently touched.

The eyes of these two people looking at each other are purer and more transparent than the clearest spring water in the world. There is no lust at all, only infinite love, as if everything else is not so important, as if nothing can be accommodated except each other's reflection.

Ptolemy and I stood awkwardly in the doorway, moving in and out.

Fortunately, Hephaistion quickly noticed our presence, gave Alexander a wink, and sat down alone.

Alexander turned his head, and his bright eyes swept across Ptolemy and me.

When I was nervous, I quickly lowered my head reflexively, feeling that even my breathing was not smooth.

Ptolemy said, "Alexander, shall we go now?"

"No, wait a minute for Kassander and Krest." Alexander approached us and stopped in front of me.

The next second, azure blue pupils suddenly appeared in my line of sight. I was startled and raised my head unexpectedly.Alexander bent down slightly like a child, looking at me with his head tilted!

"Ah! Your Majesty!"

Alexander laughed and rubbed my hair: "Little boy, what are you nervous about?"

"No, nothing..."

It's strange, why... I'm a little afraid to look him in the eye.

Alexander's brisk voice sounded again: "So Hephaes, I think children are very cute. Everything is written on their faces, and they can understand everything at a glance."

"What do you understand, tell me and listen." Hephaestion's voice came from afar.

Alexander stared at me motionlessly, and after a long time, the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up triumphantly.

He said to me: "I hear the voice in your heart."

I was stunned, and my heart suddenly thumped. I was a little scared, but I insisted: "I don't believe it, Your Majesty, Your Majesty... What did you hear?"

Hephaestion propped his chin lazily, with long brown hair hanging on his chest, and smiled slightly at Alexander: "Look, even Bagoss himself doesn't believe it, my dear Alexander, you've failed so much. "

But Alexander said to me, "Bagos, did I tell you that as long as you believe, many things will come true."

I shook my head, my palms began to sweat.

He laughed: "Then you have to remember now, because I really believe that I know what's on your mind."

Alexander looked into my eyes and said word by word: "You are thinking, is this person in front of you..."

His eyes were clear, looking straight into my eyes.My heart was beating wildly, I couldn't hear anything, I could only feel the panic in my heart brewing bit by bit between his words into an invisible but crazy tornado, sweeping in.