Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

After I went back, I didn't see Alexander again for three consecutive days, but Nessie gradually woke up and began to recover from his injuries.It's just that he didn't do anything else after waking up, just stared at me bitterly and bitterly. Although his eyes were pretty, after such a long time, I still couldn't help wondering if he was a fool.

There is no TV, no computer, no Internet, and the time has been extended countless times. I sat with a second idiot, and I felt like I was about to become a second idiot.

On the fourth night, I slept soundly. I dreamed that Marlena and I were sitting in a movie theater while eating potato chips and watching horror movies. I suddenly heard her creepy screams ringing in my ears.

"what!!!!"

Marlena looked at me with a frightened face, pointing at my fingertips trembling.

"You are not little Francisco! How can you be Bagos!"

With shaking hands, she took out the vanity mirror and aimed it at my face.

Curly black long hair, black and white eyes, the person in the mirror smiled brightly at me.

She even changed the tone of her voice, screaming: "You dead monster! Bagoss!! Get out! Get out of here!!"

I was so shocked that my soul almost flew away.

"I'm not Bagoss!! I'm not Bagoss!!!"

I woke up from the dream waving my arms wildly, but felt that my hand was still being shaken.

While panting, I vaguely heard a worried voice calling softly: "Bagoss, Bagoss."

"I'm not Bagoss! Get lost, Bagoss!" I threw off the man's hand suddenly, covered my face and eyes, but couldn't restrain the shaking of my shoulders.

What's wrong with me to pretend to be Bagoss to have such a dream?

A pair of strong arms suddenly surrounded me, and I felt my cheeks pressed against a firm chest. I could smell a faint but indescribable aroma, mixed with a very light wine smell.

"Don't be afraid, Bagoas, I'm here."

The man's voice was deep and peaceful, his embrace was warm, and his heartbeat was steady.

I slowly calmed down and looked up.

The faint silhouette of this man was illuminated by the cool moonlight. The curly-haired man wearing a golden crown looked at me, his expression was unclear because his back was facing the light.

"Alexander... Your Majesty?"

I tried to whisper, as if in a dream, I couldn't believe that Alexander was by my side.

He nodded, stroking my back, his voice was a little rougher than usual: "I just came back from the outside, I passed by you, and I heard you screaming, so I know you must be having a nightmare."

I quickly stretched his arms and rubbed the space between my brows.Some embarrassment.Anyway, I am a big man in his 20s, and I have to be coaxed to have a nightmare, as if I really haven't grown up yet, it's too embarrassing.

"Is it better? If you are sad, you can rely on me." He smiled softly and touched my head. "I really want to thank Dionysus [1], the god of wine, for letting me go tonight, otherwise My boy is going to be alone in the dark."

I scratched my hair and said, "Why did Your Majesty come back so late?"

Alexander sat down along the edge of the bed, with one leg curled up and his chin propped up with one hand, his movements were very elegant.But when he did this while wearing a white robe and crown, he still flickered, not like a king, but like a little prince.

"Well, well, I went to the banquet." He narrowed his eyes slightly, "But I didn't stay for long, and I sneaked out."

He lifted his chin slightly, and he seemed a little proud of himself.

"Then why did His Majesty run out?"

Alexander pursed his lips, his eyes sparkling: "I'm happy."

I'm a little speechless, is he drunk?

Before I could think about what to say, Alexander suddenly smiled to himself: "Bagos, may I tell you a story?"

He must have been drunk.I nodded and thought.

He said slowly: "My mother told me that when I was three or four years old, I loved drawing very much, especially my parents. My father had a big mole on his right cheek. Every time I drew, I had to touch that mole." Only a mole will do. As a result, once the palace asked a painter to paint, I took a look at his painting and was very dissatisfied, so I went to ask him: 'Where is the mole on my father's face?'”

I couldn't help laughing.

Alexander also laughed, and the broken hair on his forehead shook slightly: "Father's nose almost got crooked."

I smiled and said, "Your Majesty was really cute when he was young."

Unexpectedly, he stood up suddenly and turned to me, with an indescribable emotion gradually showing in his eyes.

"Bagoss," he was still smiling, but the circles of his eyes began to turn red, "today...is my father's birthday."

I couldn't stop laughing all of a sudden.

Philip II was assassinated when Alexander was 20 years old.

Although I was by his side, I had never experienced such a thing.But I know that at times like these one is always very alone.

My heart was a little tight, and I stretched out my hand involuntarily. I realized that I couldn't do anything, so I had to put it down again.

"Your Majesty," I said, "Say happy birthday to His Majesty Philip in your heart, and then sleep well, everything will be fine when you wake up tomorrow."

Alexander nodded: "Yes."

He walked towards the door, walked to the door, and turned to me again: "Good night, Bagoss."

The moonlight elongated his shadow obliquely, and reflected it on the frosty ground, dark and silent.

"Good night, Your Majesty Alexander." I said softly.

The next morning, while Nessi and I were having breakfast, Ptolemy suddenly rushed into the courtyard.He went to the countryside today and changed into Persian clothes, a yellow and blue robe with fine stitching and exquisite patterns, and a thin golden crown hooping his fluffy blond hair.

When Ptolemy's eyes met mine, he crooked into laughter.

"Bagoss, go and have a look, as evidenced by Zeus, there is a good show outside, if you miss it, you will never see it again."

I regained my energy and dragged Nessie and Ptolemy to have a look without saying a word. I saw Hephaistion, Antigonus, and Kassander standing on an open lawn from a distance. The two people in front were pointing and laughing happily.Many people had already gathered around, including guards and women from the harem, everyone was noisy and lively.

Nexi's injury was not healed, so I had no choice but to walk slowly with him, and managed to squeeze forward from the crowd.

However, when I saw the two people in the middle, I opened my mouth in shock, why didn't I close my mouth for a long time.

The one in the white robe, the blue eyes like Burmese jade, the shiny blue earrings, and the grass leaves all over his body, isn't he Seleucus!

I wouldn't be so surprised if it was just him.But the man opposite him!

The big fat guy who is as tall and strong as a giant on the opposite side!The big fat man who wanted to tremble on the ground after taking a step, with only a slit in his eyes, was a muscular man with thick arms and strong legs. The posture of the two of them lying on the grass was so distorted. What were they doing? !

Jesus!

Seleucus, who had always been carefree, suddenly turned into a grass chicken with grass roots in his head. His face was gloomy, and he wrestled with the fat man.The originally slender and well-proportioned figure instantly turned into a pocket chick in front of the fat man.Although the fat man was bulky, he had great strength. He raised his waist suddenly, and lifted Seleucus, who was hooking his leg, into the air!

Everyone exclaimed "Ah" at the same time.

The fat man roared and threw Seleucus to the ground.Fortunately, Seleucus reacted in time, and immediately huddled into a ball, rolled forward to cushion the ground, and lay there motionless.Even so, I couldn't help but hiss.

In the end, it was also thrown to the ground abruptly, and it must have hurt to death.

When the game was over, the crowd cheered and sprinkled flowers on the fat man. A beautiful woman ran up to offer kisses and hugs. The fat man waved to everyone proudly, leaving only Seleucus standing on the lawn.

I glance at Seleucus.Isn't there still a wound on his shoulder?In that case, is it okay?

Ptolemy laughed wildly again, clutching his stomach and pointing to Kassander: "He came up with this idea, I, I admire him so much, I swear to the great Iris, Seleucus fell to him In the hand, it is too sad, hahahahaha..."

I despised him for a look, it was so hypocritical.

"What's going on?" I couldn't help asking.

Ptolemy paused for a long time, pressed his stiff cheeks, and said: "It's just wrestling. Antigonus and Kassander are in a team. Kassander loses. The winner can choose anyone to compare with the loser. Who will win?" If you win, you can go on, in turn. Seleucus was unlucky, Antigonus said he didn't want to offend anyone, and he wanted to draw lots to decide, but he accidentally drew him, and Kasander took a big advantage."

So it turned out that in the next round, Kazande won Seleucus with a shoulder injury, and then made it difficult for Seleucus, so he deliberately compared this big fat man with him.

I looked at Seleucus sympathetically, and it fell into the hands of Kassander. This guy is really not an ordinary tragedy.

Seleucus, who had been lying on the lawn for a long time, finally raised his head slowly, his face was like a storm.

"You come back!" He struggled to get up and shouted at the fat man's back, "I refuse to accept! This round doesn't count! I want to compete with you again! Zeus, if I can't beat you, I'd rather not touch women again!"

The fat man looked at Seleucus helplessly, and said respectfully, "My lord, we have already competed three times. If you continue to compete, I'm afraid your body will not be able to bear it."

"Are you comparing with me!? I order you, come again!" Seleucus didn't look like he was joking, he slammed the ground and said viciously.

Everyone present fell silent instantly.I was also a little shocked, it was just a wrestling, why did Seleucus... take it so seriously?

"Oh, it's a bit too much, little Seleucus is angry." Ptolemy whispered gloatingly.

The fat man rubbed his head in embarrassment: "My lord, there is really no comparison."

Kassander stepped forward suddenly, comforted Seleucus and said: "Dear Seleucus, don't worry, let this warrior point out another one for you, don't be too horny." He approached the fat man and made a gesture to him. Wink.

The fat man understood, wiped his sweat with his thick palms, circled his eyes, and stopped in our direction.

I quickly grabbed Ptolemy's sleeve: "Is he looking for the next competitor?"

Ptolemy's smile froze on his face, he quickly pulled back his sleeves, and shrank his head slightly into the crowd.

Surrounded by crowded soldiers and commanders, I suddenly felt that it was not good, if anyone who was present could be picked, if he wanted to save some face of Seleucus...if he picked me , isn't it the biggest tragedy in the world!

The fat man walked this way, step by step, and then lifted his fingers as thick as sausages...

The sense of ominousness in my heart was getting bigger and bigger, and fear and uneasiness hit me like a storm in an instant.

...the hand pointed steadily at me without any suspense.

People on both sides stepped aside one after another, and all eyes focused on me.

My heart sank, and thunder and lightning flashed above my head.

I knew it!

I knew that if Seleucus was going to win and be used as a sandbag to vent his anger, I was probably the only one among the muscular men present!

"I choose the Persian boy..." the fat man said gruffly, "the Egyptian behind him."

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[1] Dionysus, the god of wine in ancient Greek mythology.