Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

At the end of the summer of 330 BC, in pursuit of Darius and his remnants, Alexander the Great led his troops north to Medes in northern Persia, which is now the south bank of the Caspian Sea.

These two months have basically been without any setbacks, and the entire army is slowly advancing like a huge yacht.Because of my injury, although Alexander agreed with me to join the army, he did not use me.It was not until I arrived in Ecbatan, the capital of Media, and after two months of recovery, that I officially took over the internal affairs of Alexander.But during this period, I was not idle. I was determined to be a good house servant, so from this time on, I paid special attention to the living habits of this war madman.

For example, he really seldom sleeps, and he sleeps late and wakes up early. On average, after a week, I roughly estimated that it is about 5 hours a day.But at the same time, his energy is a bit scary, I rarely see him tired, even if he doesn't sleep all night, he looks radiant the next day, which makes me secretly worried.

For example, he is not used to eating seafood.Every time he saw lobsters or scallops, he frowned subconsciously, and ordered someone to give them to Ptolemy.

"I just can't understand how anyone would think it's delicious," Alexander said, his blue eyes filled with confusion, "that smell, after you eat it once, you keep smelling it on yourself, no matter what you do, It's like I'm a red-boiled shrimp."

Another example is that he has a very peculiar small wooden box.The military and war consumed most of his energies, but on rare leisurely evenings he would suddenly pull out a few crumpled papyruses from it and begin to read.His expression would also keep changing, sometimes he would chuckle with joy, and sometimes he would be so sad that he couldn't let go.I thought it might be something like a diary, and it's just a little bit unexpected that someone like Alexander would be nostalgic.

But this time, when he finished reading and put down the papyrus, he rested his chin and looked at the bright moon outside, and suddenly called my name softly.

I was sitting in a corner not far behind him and taking a nap.I thought it was something wrong with my ears, or I was hallucinating, and I was really lazy at night, so I didn't move.

But the sound of thin footsteps was getting closer, and before I could open my eyes, I felt his soft blond hair buried between my arms.

"Bagoss, I feel like I'm about to lose something."

Alexander's indistinct voice came from my arms, and he hugged my waist childishly, refusing to raise his head.

My heart ached for no reason.

The last time he did such a fragile action in front of me was because he killed Philotas with his own hands.

My palm accidentally touched his long and trembling eyelashes, and it suddenly became hot and humid.

He shed tears.

"I often wonder what my end will be. I seem to be able to see my own death." His voice was so low that I could hardly hear him, "I don't quite understand, either have everything or have nothing , would such a life be too tragic?"

I didn't answer, but pulled out an arm and hugged him tightly.

But for a moment, his forehead that was on my chest suddenly left me, his face was pale, like a person who was too cold to be warm, tremblingly grabbed the clothes in front of me.

The skirt was unbuttoned, and my chest was exposed, and I gasped in bewilderment.

But he didn't do anything, just gently, gently pressed his right cheek against my right chest.

A hot tear rolled down my skin.

The young emperor still had a heart that could be easily hurt.Since ancient times, only ruthless and ruthless emperors can become great weapons. Alexander is too brilliant.On the road of conquest, he will inevitably encounter such a choice.It is necessary to harm others to benefit the country, and this must be done in order to move forward.

"Tell me, Bagoas," said he, "if you say a word, you say, Alexander, that you have done absolutely wrong, and I will obey you."

I'm a little dazed.What happened?This is the first time I've seen him waver in his dream that he values ​​so much.

Almost without hesitation, I put my arms around his neck and said softly: "Do as you want, Your Majesty."

He stopped talking.

There was an undercurrent in the tent, and after a long time, Alexander finally let go of his hand slowly.

"No one is safe from disaster because of strength and beauty. God smiles and gives you supreme glory, but takes everything back in anger." Finally, he murmured, "Bagoss, I am a person who offends the gods."

I have met many people.But no one was both a man and a boy like Alexander.

On the second day, everything returned to normal, and when Alexander saw me again, he returned to his calm and cheerful appearance.This day is also the last day of our rest in Ecbatan. During the chat, I heard from the guards that Alexander ordered the repatriation of tens of thousands of soldiers from the Greek allies today, leaving only 3 troops from Macedonia to continue eastward. There is a tendency of breaking the boat and sinking the boat.It is said that this meeting led to the demolition of the entire discussion tent by Alexander and dozens of ministers. Antigonus, a veteran who has always been calm, couldn't help jumping and cursing.

Alexander's unusual behavior was finally explained a few days later when the army marched to Parthia.

In the afternoon of this day, the march stopped suddenly.Many people didn't know what was going on, and looked forward one after another.After a while, an order came from the front of the team to set up camp here.Everyone was even more puzzled. This place has no villages or shops. Even if you set up camp, you should at least choose a place with plenty of water, right?

"My lord." I saw Seleucus hurrying over on horseback, and hurriedly called to him.

He glanced at me and came over reluctantly.Since the quarrel with him two months ago, he seemed to have given up on me. The total number of words the two of them had said did not exceed ten sentences.

I ignored his lifeless face and asked, "Why don't you leave now suddenly?"

"Someone came to surrender. Darius was killed by his subordinate Bysus, who was holding up the head to ask Alexander for credit." He said angrily, and looked me up and down again, "Your injury Are you all right?"

"Yes." I answered absently.

The once prosperous Persian Empire finally collapsed.

Darius, the middle-aged man who had entangled with Bagoss for several years, the generation of emperors who loved Bagoss very much finally died.

"Do you like the emperor?" Seleucus's unexpected voice interrupted my thoughts.

"What?" I was a little confused.

His green eyes brightened: "From Darius to Alexander, I understand, Bagoas, do you only like emperors—or rather, obey the strongest?"

"What are you talking about!" I said anxiously, "If this is the case, I..."

Seleucus stopped listening to me and rode away.

According to common sense, Darius is dead, which is a great event.For the Greeks who have no entertainment but love to have a bonfire party every now and then, it must be a good celebration.But that night until the moon was high in the sky, I didn't see any signs of excitement.

On the contrary, Alexander went back to the tent early, didn't even say hello to me, and just sat there alone.After a while, I hurriedly took out a few pages of papyrus from the wooden box, and looked at it like a madman.

I was worried that he was hungry, and was about to comfort him when I saw a figure standing not far from the door.

It was pitch black outside, and I only saw it when I opened the tent.

I was curious, so I held up a torch and went to see it.

Those charming eyes glanced at me lightly, and my heart suddenly tightened.

I slowly moved the torch in front of him, the flame was bright, dancing in his pupils as blue as the Aegean Sea.

Hephaestion stood there with red nose, like a crystal ice sculpture, staring at the figure in the tent without blinking.