Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

In fact, thinking about it later, I might have been really angry and confused that day.What does this have to do with Alexander?He just grew up under the education he received since he was a child. In the environment where he cannot survive if he is not strong, he can work hard for his lofty dreams-his thinking itself has already surpassed that ancient age.

When he heard my words at that time, Alexander's eyes flickered slightly, and wrinkles formed between his handsome brows.

He turned sideways to the people behind and nodded slightly, and said: "Sorry, dear princess, I may not be able to accompany you any longer. Can you go to the old lady first? I think I still have something to do, and I will pass it immediately .”

I was taken aback when Statina's small oval face and gorgeous purple dress appeared behind Alexander.It turned out that I hadn't noticed that she was here since just now.She stared at me with two black pearl-like pupils, her expression was not very good.

After Statina left, Alexander turned around.

I thought he was going to throw a fit and drag me down to give me a good lesson, but no.

He stared at me for a long while, but reached out and carefully wiped away the wet tears from the corners of my eyes.

"Bagoss, don't worry," he coaxed me softly, "tell me what happened, I know you're not mad at me."

The fingertips carried a delicate temperature, and the cuffs rubbed against my cheeks. Alexander smelled very good.

For more than twenty years, whether it is long or short, except for my parents, no one has ever spoken to me in such a gentle tone.

I have always been strong, especially in front of my lover.But for some reason, in front of him, I felt like a child, like a child who was bullied and desperately needed to be comforted and protected.

I didn't speak, and he was not in a hurry, just watching me tenderly all the time.

I said angrily, "Your Majesty, it's really not a big deal. One of my seriously injured Egyptian attendants was deliberately pulled over to wrestle. They beat him until he died, and then left of course. It's as simple as that."

Alexander was startled and said, "Egyptian?"

"Yes, Egyptians." I repeated, biting the words, "Egyptians who have been reduced from ordinary civilians to slaves for no reason after their homes were captured by you."

Alexander's face suddenly turned livid, and there was a hint of anger in his voice: "Bagoss, who forced this Egyptian to participate in the wrestling match?"

Alexander's reaction was a bit unexpected, and I replied, "It's a fat man."

As soon as I finished speaking, my arm was grabbed by Alexander. He pulled me with great strength and said concisely: "Follow me."

He dragged me through the long loggia, past the inner palaces, across the lawn, towards an open sandy area.

There are even army camps here!Although it couldn't compare with the large troops outside the city, the soldiers stationed there talked and laughed, and it was very lively.

Walking along the way, from time to time, I saw Alexander's soldiers happily greeting him. Alexander answered absent-mindedly, and led me straight into the largest tent.

As soon as he entered the tent, he smelled a strong smell of sweat, and there was a lot of yelling and shouting in the tent, and the masculinity seemed to be revealed to the extreme here.Some people are bare upper body because of the hot weather, muscular body is strong and strong, some people are polishing the sword in their hands, showing a domineering smile when they raise their eyebrows, and some people see Alexander, as if seeing an old friend, loudly Smiling and waving this way.

"Hey! Alexander! Why are you here at this time?"

"Alexander, who is hiding behind you!"

"Haha, Alexander, aren't you going to see that old Persian lady? Why, have you been kicked out again?"

Alexander ignored them, but pulled me from behind, pushed me to the center, and put his hands lightly on my shoulders.The golden necklace of broken gemstones made a crisp sound, touching my back lightly from time to time.

Everyone sensed something was wrong, they turned their heads to look at me, and their voices gradually dropped.

Alexander lowered his voice and said to me: "Look at these people, Bagoss, who did it?"

I slowly scanned everyone in the tent, Ptolemy, Antigonus, and Seleucus were also here.In the corner on the right, sat Kassander with a face as delicate as a woman, and beside him was a fat and strong man, who was looking at this side with a confused face.

I stared at the fat man fiercely, making him uncomfortable, and then slowly pointed out: "That fat man!"

"Oh?" Alexander narrowed his sea-blue eyes slightly, and nodded him with his chin, "Come out, Philotas."

What? !That fat man is Philotas!Why no one ever told me Philotas was fat!I thought Alexander was surrounded by tall and handsome handsome generals!

I gave him a complicated look.

Philotas, the supreme general in command of Alexander's most elite cavalry.Legend has it that this person has leadership skills and is very conceited. He has always sneered at such things as flattering Alexander.Therefore, there were conflicts with Alexander on weekdays, and he was later executed because Alexander found out that he had treasonous intentions.

Philotas ran through his brown hair, round green eyes in his plump face.

He walked over and smiled enthusiastically: "Alexander, you don't usually call my name much, so I don't know if there is anything I can help you with today?"

Why is the character of Philotas completely different from the one read in the historical materials?

Alexander said calmly: "I heard that you guys wrestled today?"

"That's right, I only participated in one game," Philotas said with a smile, "In the name of Iris, Kassander and Antigonus are much better than me. The game was very exciting."

"It's very exciting," Alexander nodded approvingly, "Forcing a seriously injured Egyptian to fight with you is indeed very exciting."

The smile on Philotas' face froze, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead: "Alexander, I have no other choice, Seleucus has a shoulder injury, I..."

I have to!What I hate the most is what the fuck has to do!You have hands and feet, and if you really don't want to do something, can others force you to be a general?Obviously I want to do it myself, but I still shirk it to others!

I said angrily: "Master Seleucus has a shoulder injury, he can withdraw or abstain, and he knows he is injured and still reluctantly wants to fight. Isn't this a bit of bravado? What's more, if Lord Seleucus insists on insisting, as long as Philo Master Tas, if you don’t let go and refuse to agree, the whole thing can be completely stopped, right? Why did you choose this most hurtful approach?”

There was a sudden silence in the camp, and these strong and tall soldiers all stared at me with different expressions.

Seleucus suddenly stood up from the crowd and looked at me. He was naked from the waist up, and his right shoulder was newly wrapped with bandages.

"Bagos..." He called my name, but he hesitated to speak, his cheeks were very pale under his blond messy hair.

Philotas was choked by my barrage of questioning. He looked back at Kassander as if asking for help, and said, "Kassander..."

"The whole thing was carried out according to the rules of the game. Philotas did nothing wrong, Bagoas." Kassander suddenly smiled and stood up unhurriedly, "If you really want to find a mistake Let it go, I will blame you, the male favorite, for breaking the rules and sneaking out alone with slaves to watch the fun. As Alexander's servant, you should have followed him to do your duty, but at this time you appeared in the wrestling ring of the generals, It’s no wonder that others will be watching.”

Philotas nodded vigorously, shaking the fat on his double chin.

"You!" I was so angry that there is no such reason in the world!The murderer killed someone, why did the victim appear?

I was about to stand up and argue with him again when a hand suddenly pressed my shoulder.I turned around and saw Alexander's increasingly serious face.

"Stop arguing." Alexander said decisively, "If the Egyptian wakes up, Philotas, you and Seleucus and Kassander go to make amends. What Bagos said is right, you did something wrong. gone."

Originally thought that the matter would end here, but unexpectedly at the next moment, Kassander sneered, played with the long hair at his hand, and said with a long voice: "I don't know when the monarch of Macedonia started to help his Persian male Chong talked to Egyptian slaves? Do I need to remind you, alas, my hometown Macedonia is weeping in sorrow."

For a moment, a haze swept over Alexander's always smiling face. He glared at Kassander fiercely, and slammed his clenched left hand against the wooden pillar supporting the tent.

I was so startled that my heart skipped a beat, and the tent groaned and the whole tent shook.

"Kassander," the voice he forced out of his throat seemed unceremonious, "I've already given you a lot of face, don't think I don't know anything about the things you did!"

"Kassander is just explaining the facts!" Krest, who had been silent all this time, jumped up and said angrily, "I can't believe it, Alexander, can't you even listen to the most loyal voice? ?”

"I can hear it, but that voice is not loyal," Alexander replied loudly, "Crest, I can still tell right from wrong, and I hope you can too!"

Krest's angry emotions stopped abruptly in silence, and Kassander also looked angry, but did not speak again.

Alexander stood in front of me, and I suddenly felt that this tall figure seemed a little lonely.

With so many restrictive forces and so many ministers with different ideas, he needs to balance the opinions of the public. Sometimes when his ideas are opposed by the majority, he may feel very lonely.

He looked around, then patted me on the back, and said in a tired voice, "Boy, let's go."

I followed him out of the tent, and after only a few steps, Alexander turned around and said to the people inside: "Kassander, I forgot to correct you a little bit."

"My hometown is neither Macedonia nor Egypt," he raised his jaw proudly, "my hometown is the whole world[1]."

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[1] Alexander's classic quote, the original words are: I regard the world as my hometown.