Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

In fact, sometimes, I really doubt that Alexander will be an emperor.He is not good at disguising his mood, those eyes, just look at him to know whether he is sad or happy.I've seen too many duplicity people before, and he wasn't like that.

We were deadlocked for a while, and he finally let go of my hand slowly.

"Think about it again." Alexander said.

I could hardly keep looking at him, so I turned my head away: "No need."

One sentence exhausted all my strength, and I didn't want to say anything anymore, so I got up and walked outside.

"Bagoss." Alexander stopped me suddenly, staring at me, his voice trembling slightly because of his eagerness and hoarseness, "If, I mean if I..."

I was still waiting for the second half of his sentence, but he stopped suddenly, his eyes flashed: "Why are you here?"

The voice behind me made me sink to the bottom of the valley again.

"I heard that you're drunk again, and there's no one to take care of you. Let me take a look." Hephaestion put down the towel and the copper water basin in his hand, and said after a while in silence, "It seems that I was worrying too much. gone."

"Actually, I'm here to bid farewell to Your Majesty, Lord Hephaestion." I said quickly, "Your Majesty still needs to trouble you to take care of me, I... take a step first."

I hurried out of the tent, and Hephaistion gave me a suspicious look as I passed by.Alexander didn't call me anymore, I laughed at myself, the phrase "if maybe it's true" can only be an if.

After resting in the second city the next day, Alexander ordered the army to march towards the third city. Perhaps because the siege on the first day was too easy, he did not go to the scene to command.Soon after a morning, there was a good news. At this time, Alexander was deploying a strategy in the deliberation tent. When he heard that another city had been captured, his tired face improved slightly.

Because he only brought me an attendant to take care of the food and daily life, I was worried that he might be unwell today because of his hangover, so I stayed by his side all the time.It seemed that there was a tacit understanding that no one mentioned what happened last night.

When the good news came, Alexander didn't react much, but the generals exploded.After capturing the next three cities in a day and a half, even Antigonus, the most experienced veteran, couldn't help but praise Alexander for his bravery.The courtiers kept running to him and saying good things, from praise to flattery, and later, some words were so outrageous that even I couldn't hang them up.

"What is Achilles?" The fat old man in front of him shouted loudly, "If our Majesty was born in that era, Achilles would only be worthy of kneeling down and kissing the toes of His Majesty! His heel is a weak point, but Alexander's heel is too weak. It's fully armed!"

"Yes! Living heroes deserve the same respect as mythical heroes. Your Majesty is even greater than them. The reason why you are not as famous as them is because people are fanatical and jealous!" Another person echoed with a smirk.

Someone proudly said: "If you want me to say, Your Majesty should enjoy the same treatment as a mythical figure, for the admiration of the people, for the worship of thousands of people..."

My face twitched. If this was the case, Alexander might as well stop being a king. Find a lotus pedestal or cross as soon as possible and stay in a temple or church 24 hours a day. Buddha statues or Jesus statues are treated like this.

However, Alexander did not deny it. He even smiled and nodded, letting others flatter him and agreeing to everything.

Throughout noon, Seleucus and Kassander expressed their admiration to Alexander, but there were two people who didn't say anything, that is, Krest and a counselor named Calisines.Krest had been sitting next to Alexander, and every time he heard a word from those ministers, his face became gloomy.I don't feel good either. Good medicine has always been bitter and honest. It's not a good sign that Alexander likes such beautiful words.

Just now the man's remarks were applauded by everyone, his face flushed with pride, and he said to Alexander: "Don't talk about the distance, just talk about Alexander's father, our Majesty Philip. Although he is respected, it is only because He has passed away. When His Majesty Philip was alive, he only pacified a small Greece. At that time, it was also because of the help of our young His Majesty Alexander. His Majesty has conquered most of the world at such a young age. If you are respectful, if His Majesty Philip is still alive, how can he compare with you?"

There was exaggerated laughter in the camp, and the man's eyes rolled round, triumphantly.

"Father is very powerful, but he is indeed not as good as me." Alexander rubbed his forehead and said lightly.

I thought he would be offended that someone belittled the father and exalted the son's praise in this way, but his reaction broke my mind again.Wasn't that man insulting his father?Why can he accept it so calmly?I remember that Alexander was very angry when Krest satirized his mother Olympias. Why could he be so indifferent as a father?I remembered what Seleucus had said to me a few days ago, Alexander was jealous of Philip II, or is this true?

I couldn't help looking at Seleucus, who met my gaze calmly, raised his glass and took a sip of water.

Snapped!

Krest's huge slap on the table sounded like a thunderclap, and the camp suddenly fell silent.He stood up, his face was ugly and scary.

He looked at Alexander, his hands clenched into fists, his chest heaving up and down, and the anger on his face seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

"It's disgusting."

In the end, he didn't take any action, and left decisively after saying this.

The tent was extremely quiet, and Alexander's pale face due to hangover was as white as a sheet of paper. He squeezed the cup in his hand hard, turned it over and over again, then swung his hand violently, smashing the cup to the ground.

Hephaistion stood up quickly: "Alexander."

Alexander glanced around, seeing that everyone didn't even dare to breathe, so he moved his lips: "Burning the city."

I was dumbfounded, how could he have such a crazy idea?However, no one raised a rebuttal. Alexander pulled his collar impatiently and walked out quickly. It was a matter of human life, and I was anxious, so I quickly followed.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

He ignored me and strode forward on his own.

"Your Majesty!" I followed closely behind him and said, "Your Majesty, you should think again! Burning the city is not a trivial matter, what should the people in the city do?"

Suddenly, the sky began to snow.The snow flakes are very large, scattered in the air as light as feathers.He wore a golden crown and long gray fur, whitish with snowflakes falling to his shoulders.

He stopped with his back to me, the snow fell silent, and the sound of the necklace of broken gemstones shaking on his chest was very clear.

The snow touched the cheek and slid down like tears.

"I've already made plans. When I return to Babylon," Alexander raised his head and took a light breath, "When I return to Babylon, I'm going to give Hephas a marriage. The bride is Statina's sister. He will leave me , to become a real assistant minister."

The white breath he exhaled engulfed his handsome face, blurring it.

As history says, he finally did.Let go of Hephaestion, he knew what that meant.

He turned his head, his blond hair gently blowing in the wind.

"When I was 19, my mother asked me to marry a wife and stop being with Hephaes. I asked her naively, Hephas loves me, and I love him too. What's wrong with that? But I just understand now," He smiled, "Bagos, do you know where I went wrong?"

I watched him lightly, but he turned his eyes away and easily changed the subject.

"The people have been transferred, and the burning city is just a show," he turned around. "Don't worry, I just want to scare the enemies in the two nearby cities."

"No one gets it all, do they, Bagoas," he said nonchalantly and left.

I watched his back gradually go away in the wind and snow, and suddenly felt that the young and energetic Greek boy I met for the first time had disappeared.

Sure enough, in the evening, news of victory came one after another. The enemy soldiers in the fourth and fifth cities heard that Alexander had captured three cities in less than two days, and saw the raging fire in the city ahead.Unexpectedly, as soon as they went out, they were caught by the cavalry sent by Alexander before, and most of them were wiped out on the spot.

This time, the sycophants straightened their spines even more. At first, they were afraid of Krest being an important minister, but later they almost lost their scruples, and simply scolded Krest.Among them was a sophist named Anak who was the loudest.

He said: "There has always been a man sitting next to Zeus, the god of heaven. His name is justice. Zeus will do everything with justice, so the things he does will be just. A great king, his deeds, Not only he himself should think that he is just, but also the whole world should think so. We all admire His Majesty’s justice, but if Krest offends His Majesty by taking advantage of his age, obviously, he must have ulterior motives.”

Anak said one thing after another, and I was a little dizzy when I heard it.After he left, I thought about it again and realized that this man was pure nonsense.Are you kidding, to put it this way, as long as he is a king, no matter how nonsense he does, everyone must admit that he is doing the right thing?If you don't admit it, you will be scolded by him for having ulterior motives. This is simply leading Alexander to walk on the road of the faint king.

Fortunately, Cresta did not attend because he was angry with Alexander, otherwise it would have been another quarrel.

At daybreak on the third day, Alexander moved his entire army towards Hiiropoli, the largest city, and I did not follow.

However, after a while, Seleucus suddenly hurried back with a group of teams, saying that he had received an order from Alexander to take the rest of the people there.

Finally he came to me on horseback, no smile in his slender green eyes.

"Come on, follow me."

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, so I asked, "What happened?"

Seleucus was wrapped in a thick fleece, he leaned slightly, and stretched out his slender hands towards me.

"Don't ask, just follow me."

For a moment, a trace of doubt floated in my heart, was he really sent by Alexander?