Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

In 327 BC, Alexander the Great began to expand his territory in India.They were invincible all the way until they arrived near the Hidaspes River, where they joined forces with Hephaestion's team in victory.

In May 326, his beloved horse Niutou finally died on the battlefield at the age of 5.That famous battle was named in later history books as the Battle of the Hidaspeith.

Alexander was also 30 years old this year.

I will never forget the battle because I was in the camp when I received the news of Alexander's death.The messenger who came back said that he was wounded on the battlefield and died of serious injuries.

Many people, including soldiers and generals, were stunned. After a while, these men all wept like a child who lost his home.On the one hand, they were saddened by the sudden death of their country's great king, and on the other hand, they worried about who would take them home without Alexander.Not to mention the mercenaries and prisoners of war from various countries who led the way and surrendered on the surface, but they may only be afraid of Alexander's majesty in their hearts. Even among them, they are not completely united.The prestige of the generals was equal. After Alexander's death, who would command the entire army was a too serious question.

But I was just at a loss, and slowly walked out while holding on to the pillars of the tent.I think this is like a joke made by God.This is not true, how could he die here?Don't be kidding, he has to go back to Babylon, he has to go back to marry Statina, he doesn't have a child of his own... Even Hephaestion is still alive and well, how could he die?

I looked up at the sky, which felt rather unreal.

Such a blow was so shocking that when the orderly came back and said that he was not dead, many people did not believe it.The messenger held Alexander's handwritten letter, and many people gathered around to read it. Some people shouted that the letter must be a forgery. The body of his Majesty Alexander had not yet cooled down, and the guards and officials secretly did such indifferent things. Sad.

When Seleucus brought Alexander back, he was vomiting blood, and his handsome face was covered with mud and sweat.The blue eyes trembled slightly, as if they would close at any moment.

I was arranging Alexander's hand scrolls in the tent, and suddenly I saw him rushing in, without looking at me, and moved the person on his shoulders to the bed: "Come quickly and help him, this armor is too in the way , have to take it off!"

"Your Majesty?" I was overjoyed, grabbed a clean white cloth and ran over, holding Alexander in my arms.

His face was pale, and he seemed to be still conscious. He groped for my hand and smiled weakly at me.

"I told Melanie to call the medical officer. Hephaestion is rushing here, and Ptolemy is still cleaning up the battlefield." Seleucus succinctly tore off Alexander's helmet and breastplate , "We won this battle, and it was very hard to win."

"Oh my god, this injury..." I stared at Alexander's bloody chest and couldn't speak.

Seleucus shrugged his shoulders as usual: "This guy was one-on-one with the leader of the enemy army, and was stabbed once with a spear. He was obviously stabbed, but he refused to leave. That's why."

This war madman, why doesn't he even want his life!It's like this every time I come back!I looked down at Alexander angrily, and wiped his forehead: "There won't be any major problems, right?"

"I don't know, I have to ask the medical officer." Seleucus shook his head and snorted casually, "Your Majesty is too bold, these Indian war elephants are very difficult to fight, and we suffered heavy casualties. The outflanking strategy was successful, and I'm afraid we are the ones lying there now."

I didn't make a sound, and touched Alexander's bloodless face, feeling a sudden pain in my heart.

After Seleucus finished his work, he sat there and did not leave. He just leaned on his elbows and watched me wipe and clean up Alexander with complicated eyes.

He hurt his lungs.The spear pierced through his breastplate and into the flesh, bleeding from the wound whenever he breathed.After two dangerous days, he finally woke up.For everyone, this is simply a miracle.

This incident also frightened many of his ministers.From a week later, people kept running in to visit him and scold him.Even Lucien Marcus, who is taciturn on weekdays, also came here specially. When he saw Alexander, he sighed helplessly: "Alexander, you are the commander of an army, not an assault fighter. If the commander is the first to ignore you every time you fight It will be very difficult for us to run into the enemy camp and kill people."

Ptolemy next to him complained while gnawing on the watermelon: "Even if you are obsessed with honor and keen to fight, you should have a measure. For the sake of Ares, can't you be as reckless as Achilles?"

Hephaistion just laughed.

Alexander leaned on the bed and didn't speak, his expression was like that of a troubled child, staring away with displeasure.

He recuperated for nearly 3 months before he really got better, but because of a lung injury, he still couldn't get out of bed and walk for too long, so he had to rely on the bed to deal with military affairs, and occasionally read the government affairs passed all the way from Babylon and Macedonia.Hephaestion would visit him often, but since Alexander had also assigned him building work, he couldn't always be with him.As for Roxana, because the barracks were full of men, she was young, and because Alexander needed to rest during his injury, they simply refused to let her come to see him, and just told her to stay in his tent.

He had been making a lot of noise and attacking the city for a long time, and then suddenly became quiet again. Alexander was not very used to this kind of quiet life of convalescence.He is optimistic and cheerful by nature, and he is a restless person like sunshine.Telling him not to do nothing and just stay in one place is better than telling him to die.

I stayed with him, for the convenience of taking care of him, and because I was afraid that he would be too lonely alone, so I simply lived in the tent.

He coughed badly.Occasionally during the day when someone came to see him, he had to pretend to be normal and bear it by himself, and at night he started coughing non-stop.One night he coughed badly, I got out of bed and poured him a glass of water, but he choked on a sip, and desperately looked for a towel to wipe.I'm used to seeing him tall, mighty, and perfect like a god, but suddenly seeing him in such a mess, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Alexander looked up at me, blue eyes still steaming from choking.He didn't speak, just stared at me for a while, with a half-smile.

My heart was burning, and I looked away.

"Bagos." His voice was gentle and seductive, "Laugh if you want, I don't mind."

He said, reaching out to me in the dark, and said softly, "Come here, my Persian boy."

In the past few years, no matter when, no matter where, he is like a shining sun, even in the dark night, he can feel the throbbing warmth.It's like a deadly drug, people can't help approaching, looking for comfort, looking for refuge.

I sat on the edge of the bed, raised my hand, interlocked his fingers, and pressed against his palm.

Looking up again, I found that he was still staring straight at me, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and there were water ripples in his eyes, he was so handsome.

Only then did I realize that he was actually seducing me!

My brain became hot, I lowered my head and kissed him.

His lips are as soft as flower petals, allowing me to bite and suck, just cooperate gently.I have never seen such a passive Alexander. I was so excited that I couldn't help but straddle him, pressed against his head, and used my tongue to pry open his lips brazenly like a little beast.From such a close distance, I saw Alexander's eyes narrowed into a slit, like a fox, laughing silently.

My heart stopped, I gasped, and went on a rampage even more dizzy.

"Don't worry, we still have a lot of time." He held my face up like an impatient animal, chuckled a few times, and carefully wiped the water marks from the corners of my mouth.

My heart was about to melt, I kept nodding along with him, and stuck it up again.

He didn't move any more, he just lay there and let me kiss him, until the kiss reached his passion, I shook my hands and untied his white robe.His white chest was still slantedly wrapped with a circle of gauze, I hesitated, and looked at him with questioning eyes.

"It's okay, continue." Alexander smiled, and gently put my hand on him, "Do what you want."

I would like to do it, but are you really willing? I was dizzy, nibbling his earlobe, side neck, and collarbone all the way, and heard his breathing slowly become rapid.

I raised my head: "I, can I..."

He smiled and looked at me who was burning with desire and was about to lose my mind, suddenly opened his arms and hugged me gently: "Okay."

At this moment, happiness came so suddenly and violently that I almost thought I was about to die, or had already died.

I couldn't bear it anymore, the strong and suffocating kiss, the skin-to-skin contact, the impatient exploration, and the careful insertion, I supported him, and at this moment, I only felt closer to him than ever before.

But I am no longer afraid of anything, and such days are enough.I can't ask for more, and I don't want to ask for more.People's desires are endless, and constant satisfaction will only make one's potential expand continuously, become more and more greedy, and be less and less able to be satisfied from simple and trivial things.But Alexander, I got him, even if he was not mine alone, but there was a moment when he belonged to me completely, and I could almost be crazy about it.

I think I've lost my mind.I tortured him like a lunatic, listening to his sexy humming from his nose because he was too tortured, his fingers were still intertwined with mine, his body was shaking slightly, and sweat was everywhere.

When I climaxed, I kissed him again.Then I relieved his desire with my hands.

Afterwards, I was quiet for a while, and then I joked softly: "Aren't you worried about your lungs, Your Majesty?"

He smiled: "It's not that fragile."

I stopped talking, panting, put my hands on the sides of his head, my hair stuck to his blond hair, and just stared down at him.

The night was so quiet, I looked at him and saw each other's hearts.