Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

A beauty cannot grow old, but a hero cannot grow old.People who are born to shine are destined to walk in front of everyone and show us the way.

But that was not death, but the gods kept them at the best time.

Perhaps the best ending to the story is to stop here abruptly.Looking back, this journey, triumphant songs, passion and warmth all the way.Even at the end of life, there are nine out of ten unsatisfactory life and regrets, and the proof of existence has become eternal.

I still want to finish it, even though we all know these are the last days.

He didn't wait until his 33rd birthday.One day in early June, Alexander held a feast for Nerjus.All day long, he listened to Niljus's anecdotes about his adventures in the sea, with great interest.The maids came in one after another and brought them fruits, vegetables and pure wine many times.

Later, when the Queen of Olympias went to investigate this matter again, the group of maids were basically executed.

The wine tasted very strong, which shows that the alcohol content is indeed not low.

The banquet that day was held very grandly.Many famous generals participated, including Ptolemy, Seleucus, Antigonus, and Queen Roxana.My first reaction was whether there would be any problem with the wine, and I wanted to try it for him first.But it turns out that's useless, too, and I should have thought about it.Because the poison wasn't in the wine, because everyone drank that wine.

Alexander was very happy that day. The 32-year-old has blond curly hair, blue eyes, fair skin, reddish cheeks, and a straight nose.Perseverance and kindness as always.When Nerjus spoke of joy, everyone began to toast him, and then, as a matter of course, except Nerjus, they would greet Alexander the Great and ask him to join them in the goodness of the moment.

Alexander looked at the gilded and carved wine cup in front of him, on which was an eagle, spreading its wings to fly.He raised his eyes and looked at everyone in front of him, his eyes gliding over everyone one by one.The people who loved him, hated him, hated her, and feared him.On each of their faces, there are places where the light shines, and there are places where the shadows hide.

As an emperor who has never been seen before, I think he has a premonition of all these.

But he didn't say anything, just smiled, raised his glass, and drank it down.

That night he developed a fever.As if foreseeing his own death, he kept busy for the remaining three or four days, discussing military and political affairs.Then soon, he collapsed.

On that day, after receiving his order, the senior generals were waiting outside the palace.Several high-ranking generals sat and waited in the bedroom.Roxanne stroked her slightly swollen belly, and cried in the inner room with Statina.The maids were infected by this, and everyone's eye circles were red.The medical officers whispered to each other, and the servants ran around.

The whole day in my memory was chaotic.

But I don't care about anything, as in the past, I have been by Alexander's side, wiped the sweat off his forehead, fed him water, and sat quietly beside him.

He was lying on a gorgeous big bed, his eye sockets were sickly red.

The delicate Persian blanket under his body gave off a faint fragrance, and he curled up in the soft and thick quilt like a child.

"Bagoss." He suddenly called me softly, reaching out and trying to touch my face.

I leaned forward slightly, grabbed his hand, interlaced fingers.His slender but a little rough hand has held the sharpest sword and tamed the most rebellious horse.

"Bagoss, help me up." His voice was trembling and weak.

I hesitated, and did as he said, but his body was as heavy as a plaster sculpture. I lifted his shoulders, but failed even after a few attempts.

"Help me up, or it will be too late! It's already spring, I still remember the agreement with Nerjus, the thousand ships at the port are still waiting for me to lead them to Arabia..." He looked dazed , struggling for a long time, still crying sadly.

"I've never been so lazy."

I didn't say a word, just held him tightly.

I'm as sad as he is.

Alexander gradually stopped moving.

He looked at the decorated tapestry above his head.I followed his gaze, and it was embroidered with a portrait of the last Persian emperor Darius, with an eagle spreading its huge wings behind him.

Alexander's eyes were empty, as if he had penetrated the eagle and saw beyond his fate.

After a long time, he turned his head to look at me, with a rare quiet gentleness on his handsome face.

"Bagoss, you gave me everything."

"Your Majesty," I tried to maintain a smile, kissed his hand and pressed it to my cheek, "The days with you are the happiest time in my life."

"Happiness? Are you happy?"

"Yes, my lord, happiness." I bit my words, my eyes were so wet that I couldn't see his face clearly.

He heard it, but showed a confused expression like a child: "What is happiness, Gobas? Why have I never felt this way since I was a child?"

I was silent.

"When you're exhausted and you're breaking down, when you don't know what to do, and then you look back and find that happiness is there — in how you do it, not what you think about it," he said.

My Alexander has always been such a pure-hearted but strong person who seems to be untouchable by God, but now he speaks such fragile words.I am both happy and sad.

I stroked his forehead: "But I still want to say, Alexander, I feel happiness from you."

"It's over, Bagoas, it's over," he murmured, closing his eyes.

The shouts outside the palace shook the sky.

When Roxanna ran in, she happened to see this scene, and she suddenly wailed and tried to jump on him: "Your Majesty!"

I stopped her to prevent her aggressive actions from affecting Alexander.

I heard the voices of the servants blocking me, and I heard Ptolemy's angry reprimand.Then they filed in without armor or capes.They stood around the great emperor with gloomy and heavy faces.

"Your Majesty Alexander, the incarnation of Apollo, the son of the sun god Amon, please give us a clear indication! After you, who is worthy of such a great empire that you have built in your life?" Lu Lu, who was usually very silent Symmacus suddenly asked this question that everyone was concerned about.

Alexander's breathing was already quite subtle, and no one expected to get an answer from him, but they were both afraid and looking forward to it.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, as if showing his sly expression again.He exhausted his last bit of strength and said: "Only the strongest."

I suddenly burst into tears.

This boyish Alexander!

His hand fell down because of his weakness, and everyone began to argue because of his words in front of him.The quarrel became louder and louder, and there was even a sign of a fight.But I saw something slipped from his left hand.

At the moment of landing, there was only a crackling sound, and it fell apart.

It was a fine ruby ​​ring.

The wind howled and blew from outside the palace, and the yellow sand that suddenly appeared gradually buried Alexander's handsome body.

No!Don't take him!

I shouted hoarsely in my heart.

It was a long-lost sense of familiarity. In the midst of this overwhelming sadness, I stood up and flew towards him with all my strength and hugged him tightly.The fine sand slowly surged up like a tide and fell into any gaps around us.

Back in time, scenes of our encounters flashed before our eyes.

"Bagoss, look into my eyes, if I say I'm going to take you home, don't you think my eyes betray my heart?"

"Bagos, do you believe me?"

"Sometimes war and politics are really annoying. I always have to fight with them, and I am very tired. Like this, it is very happy to have a peaceful chat with you."

"Bagoss, I'm sorry, that wasn't my intention. I know why you're upset, I've never been treated like this by anyone... I apologize for those stupid words."

"You don't like this place, so let's leave, shall we? Go to the farther east, to Central Asia, to Bactria, to India, to the east that is farther than India—I've longed for that place since I was a child, it must be beautiful."

"Bagoss, no one likes the taste of loneliness. No matter how lonely or great the soul is, it is also eager to get a little bit, even a little bit of love and encouragement."

"I once hurt you because I was too close to you, but probably only what you see is the most complete me."

In the last scene, he stretched out his hand towards me from the darkness, he smiled slightly, and said softly, "My Persian boy."

……

The darkness was about to strike, I cupped his face tremblingly, and kissed him gently.