Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

Can not accept!I can't accept that I am in a world I never imagined. I am illiterate, I don't understand their way of life, and the most important thing is that I don't have familiar relatives and friends. Everything I depend on for survival seems to have left me!

God seems to have played a big joke on me.

One day, as an actor, when I was acting in a play, I suddenly found that the scene I was acting in became a reality, what should I do?The actor has read the whole story, knows the plot, knows the beginning and even the end, and even knows exactly what will happen to him in the future, what should he do?

I was in a state of confusion, and I sat quietly in the room alone, watching the sunset outside the window drop by bit until it was submerged between the palace and the tree shadows.

How to face this strange world?Apart from being able to dance and having a rough understanding of some historical facts, I also know more about modern knowledge than them, so I don't seem to have any advantages.Is it useful to tell people in this era that the earth is round or how many decimal places are behind the pi?Or, do they care?

But I don't want to die yet!

I'm only in my 20s, and I still have my dreams unfulfilled.I still have my favorite parents and friends, I still have a lot of things to do, and I still need to find a real lover who can be with me for a lifetime.

Gotta find a way out of here!

I collected myself and moved from the windowsill back to the desk.

If I'm not mistaken, I just spoke to the real Alexander the Great in history.

Such an emperor who created history by himself and was mythed like a god by later generations feels too unreal.The more interactions I have with him, the more my identity will be verified.

Of course I am not Bagos, nor do I want to be Bagos, Bagos is a eunuch.

Thinking of this, I quickly checked my body.

Fortunately!The body is intact!It's not a eunuch, which means it should be my own body!It also shows that I am not the real Bagoas!

History is not a child's play. It is the right way to leave this world, stay away from Alexandria, and stay away from all places closely related to this classic history.

Just as I was about to fumble out, I accidentally glanced at the mirror and felt a little worried again.

This special Persian tunic, which is not worn, is too tangled, and I wish I could lose it as soon as I walk.After thinking about it for a while, I felt that it was not feasible.

Iran was already a very conservative country in ancient times. Both men and women would wrap themselves tightly in long-sleeved trousers when going out.If I went out on the street dressed like this, I would definitely be beaten to death with sticks.

In the end how to do it?

I walked up and down the room, looked out the window, and suddenly remembered something.

By the way, didn't Alexander just say that as long as you want to go home, you can set me free?

Then why can't I bid farewell to him openly, ask for some clothes and necessities, and then leave openly?

I suddenly felt a little hopeful, and my stomach became hungry, so I rushed outside and said, "I want to eat now."

A ten-year-old Persian boy brought rice, roast lamb and naan, and the lamb was not cooked yet.

I tried to talk to him, but found that although he had a low eyebrow and a pleasing eye, he didn't talk to me at all.

In desperation, I had no choice but to fiddle with the objects on the table, handling them gently and carefully.After all, it was something thousands of years ago, which one is not a priceless antique now?

The plates and food were nothing special, but the cup was made of gold!I picked it up and turned it over. The shape of this cup is really not worthy of its gold texture. It looks like a miniature wooden barrel and is carved with abstract patterns. It can only be said to be rough.There are a bunch of incomprehensible symbols engraved on the bottom of the cup, which are very small, like nails and arrows, which should be the legendary cuneiform characters.

I suppressed the urge to put it in my arms and take it away.

...It turns out that Persian cuisine is still not as worthy of the name as Persian beauty.

Before I finished eating, I heard an impatient voice outside: "Why are you still dawdling?"

Ptolemy's short-haired, golden-haired head poked in from between the gauze curtains, with a foul expression on his face: "Follow me."

I ran out quickly.

The palace was brightly lit, but there was no one there, and it was a bit deserted.

After walking with him for a long time, the moon was almost hanging on the tree.

There are huge colonnades and courtyards lined with grass and trees everywhere. When I saw the same relief on the wall for the fourth time, I finally couldn't help it.

"Lord Ptolemy, are you lost?"

"I will get lost? Zeus, your joke is not funny at all." Ptolemy just finished speaking, and there were two forks in front of him. He finally got angry, "Why are your palaces like mazes?"

I don't say anything.

He said irritably, "By the way, haven't you lived here for many years? Do you know how to get to the biggest hall?"

He should be talking about the Hall of Hundred Columns, right?But I didn't carry the map with me, and it was pitch black at night, so how would I know where it was.

I said indiscriminately, "I haven't gone out for many years."

He was about to have a seizure, but he turned his head and glanced at the gray stone tablet next to him, and called me over: "This should be the guiding tablet, what does it say?"

Fortunately, Bagoas is really illiterate.

I said, "I can't read."

Ptolemy gave me a suspicious look.

After wandering around for a long time, the two finally met someone.

The man held a miniature wooden barrel in his hand and was looking up at the moon, looking familiar.

The eyes of Ptolemy, who had been sleepy all this time, suddenly lit up: "Hephaestion!"

As soon as the man turned his head, he saw a pair of big watery eyes.Oh my god, he's exactly the same size as Jared!Is Jared a descendant of Hephaistion?I heard that grandpa and grandson will look very similar if inherited from generation to generation, but these two must be separated by at least hundreds of generations... I feel a little dizzy.

Hephaestion's long brown hair was a little disheveled by the wind, he walked over and asked, "Ptolemy?"

Ptolemy said: "Has it already started over there? Why are you here alone?"

"It's very lively inside, I just came out to enjoy the wind," Hephaistion smiled, "The moon is very round today."

Ptolemy pushed him impatiently and said, "Finished blowing? Let's go over after blowing."

Hephaestion smiled slightly, his blue eyes turned to me with a slight sweep: "This is..."

I was about to give him a friendly smile when Ptolemy dragged me behind me.

"Well, this is my entourage, he just arrived a few days ago." Ptolemy hesitated, "Let's go, or Alexander should be in a hurry."

……

I am speechless, he might as well not tell this lie!So obvious!

Before entering the main hall, I heard the voices of people, no wonder there was no one everywhere just now, lovers crowded here.

Hephaistion and Ptolemy disappeared as soon as they entered the crowd. I was still hesitating at the door when I was blocked by the sharp-eyed chief eunuch.

When he saw me, he screamed like a woman stepped on a cockroach by her high-heeled shoes, and rushed towards me waving his big feathered cattail fan.

"Bagoss! How many times have I told you that you still don't listen, you want to wear makeup, you can't go in with your clothes on even if you don't wear makeup, look at your current appearance!"

Halo, I'm no different from streaking, dare I really have streaking?

I turned my head to look at the people around me, and said in a low voice, "No one is naked."

"Nonsense, who are they, who are you?"

They are ancient people, I am modern people.

And this discrimination! ?

"My Zeus, you are the emperor's boy!"

The manager pulled me aside, took out a fragrant pink handkerchief from his pocket, and began to wipe my face vigorously. After wiping, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like knives: "You ate mutton!"

"A little bit."

The manager covered his fat face in despair: "What if your majesty is smoked to death by you?"

I almost went headfirst down the steps.

From the few words of the chief eunuch, I know that in Persia, male pets, as a very delicate existence, have their specific responsibilities and rules.It is also one of the rules for men to meet the emperor naked indoors. Of course, this naked body is not completely naked, but topless.

Although the relatively high-ranking ones like Bagoss are not liked by others, their treatment is still very high-standard, almost similar to that of the little prince.In addition to satisfying the emperor's sexual needs, he also served as a servant, that is to say, from bathing and changing clothes to eating and traveling, Bagoss was basically inseparable from Emperor Darius.

The steward patted me on the shoulder proudly and said: "That time when His Majesty Darius took you to the harem alone, many princesses showed love to you without knowing your identity! The faces of those girls turned green. , hum, tell them to look down on us, Bagoss, you are the pride of our eunuchs!"

Hearing this, my face also turned green.

I remember that Darius is over 50 this year, and Bagos is only nineteen.Isn't this a typical example of old cows eating tender grass and bastards eating roses?

After a lot of tossing, I came out topless.

I don't know when, the hall has become quiet, only occasionally I heard someone whispering, and when I appeared, everyone paid attention to me.

I braced myself to hold on to the huge white pillar, and rubbed it against the wall.

Several Greeks behind them discussed in low voices.

"...You don't know such a famous person, that's Bagoss! Bagoss! Darius' favorite boy, Bagoss!"

"Why is he here? Could it be that someone has taken a fancy to him? Kassander? Antigonus? Ptolemy?"

"Hey, could it be His Majesty Alexander?"

"How is it possible? Your Majesty is a mysterious ascetic. People worship him so much. He is ascetic until he is 23 years old. He has never touched a woman or a man."

"Please, for the sake of Goddess Aphrodite, do you think Hephaestion is dead? Poor Lord Hephaestion, he must have run to the corner and wept secretly."

"You dirty people! How could His Majesty have an affair with his courtiers? I bet in the name of Zeus that the two of them are pure monarchs and ministers!"

"Hush, keep your voice down! What if you hear me!"

……

I try to pass them as naturally as possible.

The strange thing is that there is no one on the highest throne in the center of the hall, only Hephaestion, dressed in a Greek white robe, sat quietly by the throne and looked down.That sitting posture is more ladylike than a lady, her brown hair is downcast, and her big eyes are full of affection.

"Bagoss, this way." A slightly smiling voice sounded from the crowd on the right.

I turned my head and saw Alexander's vibrant face. The ornate golden crown on his head had long since been replaced by a thin golden ring that held his curly blond hair.

Wow, this Greek white robe is too flattering, this one or two, they all look like angels.

"Your Majesty." I walked over.

"Come here, we're talking about you." He said, "Ptolemy said you don't know the way."

Ptolemy put his arm around a Persian girl and smiled treacherously.

I said: "Your Majesty, I am a road idiot just like Lord Ptolemy."

Ptolemy's face fell.

Alexander burst out laughing.

"Ptolemy, I told you that your eloquence is not enough." A chestnut-haired man beside Ptolemy laughed.

"Sit down, Bagoss," Alexander said, "Are you still used to it these days? Why is your face so bad?"

"Your Majesty, I..."

Before I finished speaking, I felt the surroundings suddenly become silent.

Everyone's eyes moved to the door, and I followed suit.

A group of brightly dressed young women walked in silently from the hall, walking very lightly, like a Persian cat.

The leading woman wore a purple dress embroidered with gold patterns, and her head was also covered by the purple dress, only the golden crown covering her forehead was exposed.

The Persians in the temple knelt down one after another.

The woman's face is very delicate, with slender eyebrows and eyes, like a crescent moon.

With the support of a Persian servant, she walked straight to the throne and came before... Hephaistion?

"Your Majesty Alexander," she said with difficulty and with a strange accent, "I wish you good health forever."

This is...the wrong person?

Sure enough, someone couldn't help laughing.

Hephaistion didn't move or speak, but just looked at Alexander indifferently.

"who is she?"

Ptolemy asked the chestnut-haired man.

"The daughter of the Persian emperor Darius, the princess known as a thousand roses, Statina."

To be honest, Hephaistion looked domineering just by sitting there silently, and Alexander was so tender, sitting in the crowd, if it was me, I would admit my mistake.

"Your Majesty Alexander, in my personal capacity, I beg you to release my grandmother, mother, and siblings." She lowered her head firmly, "As for me, you can do whatever you want, and I will obey your arrangements."

The laughter grew louder.

Statina probably didn't expect this to happen at all, she just looked at Hephaistion with a bit of embarrassment on her face.

"Princess, you are mistaken, that is Alexander."

Finally someone smiled and pointed this way.

Statina looked back, her face flushed slightly.

Alexander stood up, met Hephaistion's eyes, and smiled knowingly.

He strode toward Statina.

"My dear princess, of course you are not wrong, he is also Alexander."