Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

A sentence Oliver said a long time ago suddenly flashed in my mind.

"It is said that it was Alexander the Great himself who destroyed this miraculous palace."

It is obviously a hot summer, and I can't help but feel a chill on my back.

History inevitably ran its course again.The last time was the death of Philotas, and this time it was the burning of the Persian palace. I happened to be a witness as Bagoas. Is this really a coincidence?

Putting aside this doubt for the time being, what happened to make Alexander so angry that he wanted to burn the Persepolis Palace?

I grabbed Nessie's clothes: "Where is Alexander?"

"What are you thinking? Are you confused!" Nessie grabbed my shoulder and shook violently, "For Amon's sake, Bagoss, we have to survive first!"

The choking smoke came in through the window, drilled into my lungs, and made me cough. Only then did I realize that the situation on our side was not optimistic.

"Hold your breath, find a piece of cloth, soak it in water, cover your mouth and nose, and go out along the wall!" I quickly said to Nessie, then tore off the strip of cloth, and removed a potbellied porcelain kettle from the table.

Naixi exclaimed, "Your injury..."

"Survival is the most important thing, and I can manage these things, let's go!"

I dragged him away without saying a word.

Fortunately, there was only a lot of smoke in this area, and the fire had not had time to spread.The flames in the direction of Baizhu Palace in the distance are soaring into the sky, as if they are going to burn the whole sky, which is terrifying.

As I dragged Nessie along, I thought about Alexander uneasily.

At the end of the loggia is the military barracks stationed in the palace. I thought that the flat sandy land was equivalent to a relatively safe isolation zone, so I kept heading in that direction.

There were more and more people along the way, and many people ran around screaming in a panic, some knelt on the ground to pick up jewels in the gaps between the crowd, and some tried to climb trees and climb over the high palace walls.

Seeing this, Naixi showed a compassionate expression, and began to mutter nervously: "An Mukai, have mercy on us! An Mukai, have mercy on us!"

"An Mukai, who is it?" I asked while running.

"Our Egyptian, water god."

Nessie followed me with her hands folded on her shoulders, looking very funny.

I was a little short of breath from running, and my lungs were burning with pain: "Then, can you, let him, for us, let it rain, ah."

Naixi was stunned for a moment before saying, "An Mukai, don't worry about this place."

I was so angry I wanted to kick him.

"You guy, you are so handy in predicting bad things, why, you can't, let you, the gods of Egypt, bless the people!"

The crowd is getting more and more crowded, people are scrambling to run forward, some people are constantly being pushed down, and the people behind step on it without even looking at it.There were wailing sounds, accompanied by black smoke and flames all over the sky, obliterating the magnificent Persepolis Palace in dust.

There was another hoarse groan, and the towering column not far away fell heavily on the ground and broke into several pieces, shaking the ground that made the ground tremble.

I look back.

The Persepolis Palace was finally destroyed without any suspense.

At this moment, time seems to be a little bit suddenly.

Nessie and I were still recovering from a serious illness, and we were both considered to be people with bad legs and feet. There were countless cases where people bumped into our shoulders and stepped on our feet along the way.The pain seemed to wake up gradually and spread.

Just when I felt that I was going to be unable to support myself, I saw a tall figure on a horse not far away.

In the sky filled with flames, a middle-aged man wearing armor and holding a spear, strong and burly, with a serious face, was Antigonus whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

As soon as he saw me, he hurriedly stepped forward a few steps.

"Bagos!"

Amidst the screams, he called to me: "I'm going to find you! Alexander is in the camp, you go with me first!"

"But what about Nexi..." Before I could finish my sentence, he hooked me onto the horse with a spear.

"I can't control the rest!" Antigonus hugged me in his arms, slapped the horse hard, and galloped across the crowd towards the palace gate.

"Nancy-"

I stretched out my head and shouted at him, but I could only see his face shrouded in light fire gradually disappearing into the sea of ​​people.

The wind howled.

After leaving the palace, many people in the city stood on the street pointing and looking up at the astonishing fire.

"What's the matter with this fire?" I asked Antigonus.

"Alexander let it go," he said with uncontrollable anger, "he was drunk at the banquet tonight, and a famous Athenian courtesan named Taijis went to make a fool of himself and asked him if he dared to light the Persian palace. Burn it. It is absurd to burn the palace of the King of Kings in the name of Zeus!"

I was shocked, how could this happen?

He actually burned down the whole palace for this Taijis!

I can't believe that there was a battle of Troy in ancient times, and the Greeks slaughtered the city with a wooden horse in order to get back the beautiful queen Helen.But this Tajs is obviously a prostitute, no matter how important it is, Alexander wouldn't be so impulsive just because of her joke!

He's not that kind of person, and there must be something I don't know about it.

I said, "By the way, what about Lord Hephaestion? He should take care of it, right?"

Antigonus shook his head: "That guy Hephaestion didn't come today, Alexander's mood is very wrong, and he even had a quarrel with Seleucus at the banquet."

"Seleucus?" I felt more and more suspicious, "Why are the two of them arguing?"

Antico looked at me suspiciously: "Don't you think you want to know too much?"

I had to shut up.

Crossing the street, passing the magnificent city gate, and passing the narrow and long river along the city, rows of columns have already been lined up in the camp illuminated by torches and bonfires. Neat and ready to go.

Antigonus accelerated his horse and led me straight to the main tent.

At the entrance of the tent, I vaguely saw a few people sitting through the crack of the door. Antigonus patted me on the shoulder: "You wait here, Alexander will come out after the meeting." After speaking, he got in.

After running wildly all the way, I felt weak all over, so I had to sit on the ground and cover my injured knee.The bandages were soaked in blood and water, and because it was cold at night, the pain seemed less severe.

After a while, there was a heated discussion in the tent, more accurately, it should be said to be a quarrel.

I heard Alexander's angry voice, and Seleucus' unyielding counterattack, the name "Taiqis" seemed to be mixed in the words.Kassander sneered at the side, and Antigonus and Ptolemy seemed to be trying to persuade them to fight, but obviously, the effect was not good.

Suddenly, with a whoosh, a sword broke through the cloth from inside the tent and stuck into the sand outside.

Immediately afterwards, two entangled figures crashed out from inside, Alexander and Seleucus wrestled, their hair was disheveled and their clothes were disheveled, behind them came Ptolemy and other generals who rushed out with their swords in their hands.

"How wise and brave do you think you are! You can do what Taijis says?" Seleucus looked mad, and he tugged on Alexander's neckline while roaring, "Zeus, look at your great son, Burn down a palace for a prostitute, what else can you not do? Great Your Majesty!"

Seleucus didn't know where the strength came from, and he threw Alexander heavily on the ground, even sat up on him, and punched him hard on the cheek and chest.

"Where's your childhood sweetheart? Why didn't you burn the Macedonian palace for Hephaestion? What about your male favorite? Why didn't you smash the whole Babylon for Bagoss! Who said to keep what belongs to Persia? Damn it , You bastard, you talk? Aren’t you good at talking? Aren’t you the most upright and upright gentleman? You fucking talk!”

Alexander didn't speak, he lay on the sand and let Seleucus' fists rain down, his mouth was bloodshot and his eyes were black.I was nervous for a while, but found that no general stopped in the past, and even Ptolemy just held Alexander's sword and looked at it with a sad face.

Seleucus beat him for a long time, probably tired, and finally stopped, panting and glaring at Alexander below him.

Lying on the ground, the young king's blond hair was in a mess, and his olive branch and golden crown fell to the side. This is the most embarrassing and failure I have ever seen.However, even though his face was covered with dust and blood, and he was as drunk as a puddle of water, his eyes were still so clear.

But for a moment, Alexander chuckled.

He inarticulately challenged: "Seleucus, are you jealous of me?"

It was not so much a provocation as a questioning with confidence, and the confident tone remained unchanged.

Everyone was stunned.

Alexander looked up at the sky as if nothing had happened, raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "It's because you chose me because of the boy you have eyes for."

For some reason, it seemed like everyone was giving me a slight glance.

I was still trying to figure out how to stop them.

But such an understated tone pierced my heart like a thorn, as if I was just an item, anyone could take it away, and anyone could throw it away at will.

His thoughts are so deep, like tens of thousands of miles under the sea.

I lowered my head slightly.

I have a terrible headache.

A little confused, who is sad now?it's me?Or Bagoas?

Who am I?Who is Alexander talking about?Bagoss, Bagoss, the soul hidden in this body, or the little dancer from more than 2000 years later?

"You're fine," Seleucus smiled back angrily, pulling out his sword from the ground, the light shining in his green eyes was comparable to the fire of Persepolis Palace, "If I remember correctly, Aristotle The two of us had never been in a fight when De taught us. Now is a good time, a man, just stand up for me!"

He flipped his wrist, and aimed the silver gleaming long sword at Alexander's throat fiercely.

"In the name of Iris, Alexander, stand up and fight me!"