Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

They don't understand Persian, only I can.I didn't respond, just watched his figure disappear outside the door.

The meat of the weak, the food of the strong, become the king and loser.

This is a century in which only heroes can win the love of all.

"I didn't expect the old man Darius to run away, and he still didn't forget to make such a move." Ptolemy snorted coldly, "Alexander, you are right, he didn't have the guts to fight us on the battlefield, he just kept on It's a secret. If he was bought by those few pieces of gold back then, wouldn't it be a big loss!"

Alexander rested his chin on one hand, uncharacteristically didn't smile, and thought for a while before answering him: "It would be great if things were really that simple."

I was wondering why he said that when I heard another commotion outside.

"Let me in!" growled a rather familiar voice, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it's Alexander's decision! I want to hear him tell me! You let him tell me!"

I looked at Alexander, he was still casually sitting on the chair beside him, a trace of exhaustion appeared on his usually radiant face.

He waved to the guard at the door: "Let him in."

A figure quickly entered the room, I blinked, Philotas?

The fat man in front of him was wearing a Greek white robe, and the golden ring on his head was crooked. He stared at Alexander, his cheeks flushed with anger.

"Alexander, what's going on here?" He said angrily, "I've always been respectful to you, what do you mean? Arrest me without saying a word, what did I do wrong?"

Alexander rubbed between his brows, but he still couldn't hide the sadness on his face.

"Philotas, have you refused to tell me the truth until now?"

"What truth? What did I lie to you?"

Alexander stood up and took a few steps forward. His blond hair was dazzling, but there was a trace of desolation in his blue eyes.

"Phirotas, you already knew that those two people would come to assassinate me."

The raging anger in Philotas' eyes disappeared in an instant.

He stayed for a few seconds.

As if in disbelief, he began to shake his head slowly, then faster and faster.

"No, it's not true, Alexander, you have to believe me, I'm loyal to you, how could I do this..."

Alexander no longer looked at him, he stood up, the corners of his mouth curled up sadly.

"Karis accidentally discovered the conspiracy of these two Persians and tried to tell me through you, but you rejected his request several times because I had important matters to deal with, and later imprisoned him. Philotas, you Tell me, how should I understand you doing this?"

Hearing this, I suddenly squeezed a cold sweat in the palm of my hand.

The records clearly show that in 330 BC, the cavalry general Philotas was found guilty of treason by Alexander and died.

330 BC coincided with the time when Alexander entered this Persepolis palace.

Philotas' knees softened and he fell to his knees.

"No, no! Alexander, you have to believe me!" He pulled Alexander's robe in despair, and lost his voice, "Do you remember the past, when we were in Macedonia, who supported you as emperor? It was my father! Alexander, for my father's sake, you can't do this to me!"

Alexander did not interrupt him, but listened to him intently, as if trying to remember the voice.

After a long time, his frown was finally uncontrollable, and it was filled with unbearable sadness.

He slowly took off the crown on his head and whispered, "Phirotas."

"Alexander, forgive me! I was just being angry, I was just upset that you asked me to apologize to that Egyptian slave! I really didn't mean to! Please forgive me, just this time, just this time That's all!" Filotas cried bitterly and tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Do you still remember who took you to steal my father's wine when you were young, who helped you teach those children who bullied you..."

There was a flash of pain in Alexander's eyes, he turned his head, raised his hand, and made a gesture.

I tried hard to see the gesture, but suddenly he pulled me into his arms and gently covered my eyes.

"Bagoss, don't look."

He whispered sadly.

Only a sound of shock was heard.

I felt Alexander's body vibrate lightly and inaudibly.

Philotas' screams echoed in his ears, and lasted for a long, long time before finally weakening.

His childhood playmate, his friend, and his general were killed by his orders.

After the incident, the guards dragged away Philotas' body and cleaned up the scene.

During this period, Alexander did not move, and gently buried his head in my shoulder socket as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

I felt his pain, sadness and depression, but my powerlessness made me feel extraordinarily sad.

"Time will heal these wounds," I whispered to him.

He didn't look up, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he shed silent tears.

Alexander.

He is more generous than anyone in the world in giving his love to everyone who is willing to follow him and fight with him.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that when he is betrayed, he suffers more than others.

He is so fragile.

I am particularly concerned about it, so much that I want to be with him all the time.

A few days later, while Alexander and Ptolemy were chatting in my room, the door was pushed open.

A man walks in.

He is slender, wearing a purple and blue Persian robe, with long brown hair hanging behind him.He looked up at me, paused for a moment, then turned to Alexander next to me.

Alexander, who had been sitting beside me, stood up slowly, and said softly, "Hefes?"

"Why are you here?" Hephaestion's eye circles were slightly red, "I've been looking for you for a long time, but no one told me you were here."

Alexander was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Ptolemy beside him.

"That, that, I really don't know, hey, Alexander, didn't you say you were going to the Hall of Hundred Columns? Why did you come here, really." Ptolemy laughed unnaturally.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Alexander moved his lips: "I've been a little busy recently."

Hephaestion's big eyes moved aside, and the faint disappointment couldn't be concealed on his face.

"That boy I knew would never say something like that to me."

"Hefes," Alexander's tone became impatient, he clenched his fist and said, "I've told you many times, don't call me a boy, I've grown up long ago, I have hundreds of thousands of troops under me, I Having fought many battles, I will be a hero like Achilles."

When Hephaestion heard this, the circles of his eyes turned redder.

He approached him so that they were facing each other, and he was almost pressed against Alexander's chest.

"But do you know, Alexander," he said softly suddenly, "no matter how many battles Alexander has won and how many lands he has conquered, in my eyes, this name still represents the person who was crushed by me when I was 12 years old." A stubborn little boy who refuses to admit defeat."

I suddenly woke up.

This fact is heartbreaking, I don't want to think about it, I try to escape, but now the reality is in front of me, I have to admit it.

They are a real couple.

The man in front of him, who accompanied him in his most difficult time, and guided him in his proudest time - he loved his soul, whether he was great or not, that Alexander was the first time he saw Possessed little blond boy.

And I'm just a transparent person who has known him for only a few days, or even that he will never know.

I looked at the bandages all over my body, and raised the corners of my mouth in self-deprecating manner.

Francisco, you are so dizzy from the pain that you even dreamed of talking to someone like Alexander about whether you love him or not. Why don't you go and have a baby with Martians?

No one in the room spoke.

"His Majesty."

I tried to break the awkward silence: "I'm sorry to keep you so busy these days. I don't have much to do now."

Hearing what I said, both of them were a little surprised, and turned to look at me.

"Look," I smiled and patted my chest hard, "I'm in good spirits now! The medical officer said that I can get out of bed and walk in two days! So, Your Majesty, I don't need to come here again."

Ptolemy on the side said: "Bagos, you..."

"Haha, you all go! Bagoas can survive under the mouth of a lion, and he will never die!"

I laughed exaggeratedly, my heart throbbing and throbbing as if being strangled by a silk thread.

If you continue to do something that is impossible, you will only make yourself sad, and it is better to cut the mess quickly.At least through this incident, I know that I can still resist.I can live without anyone, even if only myself is left.

Is this a sad virtue?

Hephaestion looked at me, and said slowly: "Bagos, don't think too much, this matter has nothing to do with you, he changed himself."

He stopped looking at Alexander, turned around and said, "Recover well, I'll go first."

Alexander didn't make a sound or move.But another damn advantage of mine made me pay close attention to the way he looked at Hephaistion's back, and his pinched fingers turned white.

"Hurry up and chase." I said softly.

Alexander took two quick steps with his back to me, and suddenly said, "I'll be back soon."

No, never come back.

I clutch the blanket in my hand.

I thought he wasn't coming back, at least not today.If he looked back at me when he was leaving, even if it was just a glance, I would still have a glimmer of hope in my heart because of this luck.

But no, from beginning to end, he didn't look at me.

My heart is like ashes, but I think I can stay away from all this decisively, at least so far, I am not too helpless.

But I was wrong.

At night, in my deep sleep, I suddenly felt someone stroking my hair.

I was so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open for a while.

Suddenly, a soft lip was carefully printed on my forehead.

That feeling is like treating me as the most beloved treasure.

The faint scent on the clothes.

My heart began to tremble violently, and there was a throbbing waking up, which made me unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream.

The faint fragrance on the clothes, I will not admit my mistake, and I will never forget it.

...that was the unique taste of that person.