[Greek Mythology] Penglaiji Construction Team

A lively feast was held in the mountainous area of ​​Northeast China.The honest farmers rushed to offer Fang Chengmu the wine that represented victory.

Their excitement was suppressed in their hearts, and their mouths were stupid and they couldn't express it.It can only be released in a glass of staggered wine.

Fang Chengmu quite understood what they were happy about.

Fang Chengmu's glory is their glory!

The mountainous area is closed and travel is not easy.Citizens in other areas can freely go to the square to make friends and win votes, while farmers in mountainous areas spend more than half a day just fetching water for irrigation.

So it has been a long time since no one has become an official in this area.They are like a group of strangers in a city-state.

Back then, when Pandaros gave Fang Chengmu the farmland in the mountains, it more or less meant to exile him in disguise.

Unexpectedly, Fang Chengmu not only obtained citizenship, but also twisted the farmers in the mountainous area into a rope.

With the deployment of the water diversion and irrigation network, people in the mountains will have more leisure to go out of the mountains and go to the square to debate and confront other free people and fight for their rights.

The short-sighted Pandaros couldn't see the subtle changes inside.He could only see Fang Chengmu digging a few ditches to buy people's hearts.

And Fang Chengmu was clearly against him.Because the irrigation ditches did not lead to his farmland.

Pandarus would never humbly beg Fang Chengmu to dig one for him. Anyway, his farmland is worked by slaves, and he does not have to bear the hard work of carrying water.

The sun god Apollo can take away the voice of Pandarus, but he cannot take away his heart for snitching.

He ordered a spokesperson to send a message to the little prince Paris: "Dear prince, you are the authentic blood of the city-state. You must beware of Aeneas who has evil intentions. He has a high prestige among the people and wants to take your throne away. .”

Paris is having fun with Helen, the peerless woman he has snatched.Through the curtain beside the bed, he lazily sent the messenger: "The throne is not up to me. You should find Hector."

Paris has always been a lazy virtue.Shrink back in battle, enjoy the rush forward.The normal Trojan War was all because he forcibly snatched Helen, who had already been the queen of another country, as his wife.

The messenger is very difficult.There's a reason Pandarus doesn't go to Hector.

Hector is upright and brave, and loves every one of his brothers.He would not listen to rumors that separated the relationship between brothers.

Paris didn't pay attention to the reason of the messenger: "Hector doesn't even want to, why should I worry about him?"

The messenger wiped the sweat from his brow.I can't do business when I go back.

Queen Helen on the bed, now Princess Helen, stroked Paris' cheek and advised him: "You should have some snacks."

Paris was distraught: "I shouldn't have to worry about this. The only thing I should worry about is you. You are more beautiful than Aphrodite who got the golden apple."

On the bed, the laughter of men and women is louder than silver bells, and the breath full of joy is intertwined.

Helen advised his husband: "You don't care, and neither does your brother. In this way, the throne will really be taken away by Aeneas."

Paris did as he said, living non-stop: "I really don't care about the throne. How lonely my father is, he has no beautiful company."

"But once Aeneas is king, he will exile us, and even send me back. He will. He always intends to curry favor with the Mycenaean brigands."

Helen's worry slowed Paris down.

She was right.Damn Aeneas is peace.Before the war between Troy and the Mycenaeans, Aeneas, who was still wearing underpants, proposed to send Helen back to quell the war.

The more Paris thought about it, the more angry he became, and he threw the wooden pillow made of vines out.

The spokesperson who was hit by the wooden sleeper finally realized that he had to strike while the iron was hot, crying and urging: "My prince, not to mention the woman you love the most, even you yourself will be exiled by Aeneas. The premise is that he can become king. "

Paris kept cursing.

He wants to protect his woman, he wants to defend his throne.He got up from the bed and walked out from behind the curtain naked.He's looking for his spear and armor.

Helen behind the curtain quickly told her husband to stop.

"What are you going to do, brave prince? Are you going to kill Aeneas? No, you will be punished then. I don't want you to suffer for me."

Helen burst into tears as she spoke.Paris hurried back into bed to coax her.

Helen asked the messenger again sharply: "You are such a bad guy. What are you and your master trying to do? How dare you provoke a duel between the royal brothers."

The messenger prostrated himself on the ground and argued loudly: "The general just wanted to tell Prince Paris to pay more attention, and he didn't teach him to fight a duel."

Paris stomped on the bed, almost knocking the whole bed down.

He asked angrily: "Aside from a duel, how else can I defend my dignity?"

Only then did the messenger reveal Pandarus' true intentions: "Aeneas once spoke for a foreigner at the Citizens' Assembly. Killing this foreigner will ruthlessly kill Aeneas' prestige."

Paris became interested.He is a prince with great military exploits, and he can easily kill a foreigner.

Standing on Fang Chengmu's wheat field, the mighty prince felt a little regretful.

First of all, this is not a foreigner, but a citizen of the city-state, or a newly elected sports judge.

The surrounding farmers stood by the magistrate, begging the prince not to kill anyone.

Secondly, this so-called outsider turned out to be the king of Little Penglai.

Paris had personally witnessed Fang Chengmu's divine power to summon a hurricane.

Last but not least.His father had told him that members of the royal family should not find fault with the exiled king.

This is the motto that the God of War entrusted to the King of Troy in a dream. Pushing it back, it is the greeting that the God of Dionysus and the God of War made in advance.

Dionysus, the god of wine, had already made arrangements.He told his God of War brother that Fang Chengmu was driven away because this person rejected his love.The God of Dionysus begged the God of War to provide a shelter so that Fang Chengmu could reflect on himself and change his mind.

The generous god of war immediately promised his guardian Troy.Then warn the king not to make things difficult for the man the gods like.

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.How could the old king be willing to take in a disaster.So he only told the royal family the warning of God of War.

As long as the royal family obeys the oracle.As for those civilians and generals who make things difficult for Fang Chengmu, let them make things difficult.When the time comes to anger the God of War, they will also be punished.

Paris was extremely embarrassed by his father's exhortation.

He brought thirteen royal guards and set off from the palace of Troy with great fanfare.If you don't carry the body of the stranger back, he will be the one who will be ashamed!

Paris's hand holding the halberd couldn't help shaking.It's as uneasy as asking him to go to the battlefield to be singled out.

Fang Chengmu could clearly see the nervousness of the little prince.

Fang Chengmu responded calmly: "Prince Paris, I don't know where I offended you?"

Of course Paris couldn't tell.There is no need for any reason to kill Gentiles.He came with only his weapon and rode his horse.

All he could think of was Pandarus, the wretch who had egged him here.

Paris blurted out: "General Pandaros has a problem with you, and he begged me to do justice for him."

"What have I to do with the General? The General gave me his fields, and he gave me citizenship."

Fang Chengmu made every step of the way.He is well aware of his current position.He was no more than an inquisitor of games, but Pandarus was the consul in charge of the important affairs of the city-state.It's not time to head-to-head with Pandarus.

Paris only knows how to throw the blame: "I don't know how you have a holiday with him. You can ask him yourself."

Pandarus hid on the hillside to watch the play.Paris was so angry that he pulled his clothes off.If he could speak for himself, he would have called Paris a coward.

But it doesn't matter.Pandaros has another trick.He saw Paris leading the royal guard out of the city, and immediately sent for Aeneas.

The well-informed Aeneas didn't need him to look for, and he was already on his way to the northeast mountainous area.

He appeared in front of Paris alone, without a weapon in his hand.

He said to Paris: "My brother, even if the royal family wants to kill a citizen, it should be decided by the jury court. It is clearly written on the stone tablet in front of the square."

Aeneas was unaware of the commandments of the god of war to the royal family.

The old king, who was suspicious and defensive, deliberately did not tell him about it.

As a result, Aeneas' proposal gave Paris a trick.

Yes, there are jury courts that can take the blame.

Paris turned the horse's head back: "That's what I mean. I heard that this man is very skilled. I'm afraid that he won't want to go to court for trial, so I came here to escort him."

Fang Chengmu firmly caught the pot thrown by Prince Paris, and raised his hands.

"As a citizen of Troy, a farmer in the Northeast Mountains, and a newly elected sports judge, I am willing to accept a fair trial."

Fang Chengmu can be regarded as somewhat understanding why people on the Aegean Sea love to give themselves long titles.They love to debate.Adding titles to their identity can make their words appear more credible.

Every time you report your status, you can get the approval of a small group.Sure enough, the peasants in the northeast mountainous area were raging, and they wanted to join the court together to support the sports judges they had personally selected.

Paris is never too disgraceful.A dozen people went out and brought back dozens of people.They are about to open a court to judge Fang Chengmu in the square where the citizens' meeting was held.

The court of jury at Troy prided itself on being the most just place in the whole city.It is more just than a citizens' assembly.

The jury elected by the citizens sat on the right, and the two royals, Paris and Aeneas, sat on the left.The middle is left empty for the true arbiter, the god of true justice.

Therefore, the jurors elected by the citizens are just "juries", who judge with the gods and speak on behalf of the gods.

Of course, it is impossible for the busy patron saint Ares to be the referee of the city-state every day.Sometimes citizens can even quarrel all day over such trivial matters as who owns the wool that falls on other people's land.

Members of the royal family also generally do not interfere in trials.So the final verdict is still in the hands of five jurors.

I don't know what kind of wind the five people are smoking.Fang Chengmu's buttocks did not sit hot and a few people voted: "The citizens below offended the consul, and we unanimously ruled him guilty."