everyone loves apollo

Chryses failed to change the subject, so he could only look at Hector with a wry smile.

The eldest prince's complexion was very grim.

He took Tilo to hunt wild boars because he was so sure that he would not be injured and that he could successfully demonstrate his ability.But fighting sea monsters is really too dangerous, he is not willing to put his sweetheart in danger.

The little guard had already sensed that everyone's faces were wrong, and looked down at his toes, not daring to say a word.

After the God of Light asked, no one answered, so he said: "Why, are you all afraid? It seems that he is a powerful guy, just to my taste. Don't worry, with me here, no matter what kind of monster it is, all monsters will be killed. It can be dealt with. That's the deal, Your Highness, you are not allowed to leave me and run away by yourself."

Hector had no choice but to stare at the guard, and at the same time, he was thinking about how to get Delos to get rid of this damn idea.

When they returned to the palace, the sky had already darkened. After eating, taking medicine, taking a shower, etc., the sky was covered with stars, and the whole city of Troy fell into a sweet sleep again.

Except for the eldest prince.

After all, he was young and strong, and after a short rest, his physical strength quickly recovered.As for the wounds on the chest and abdomen, they looked a little hideous.When the white-haired doctor was applying the medicine, he shook his head in distress and repeatedly told him not to drink alcohol or do strenuous exercise in the near future, otherwise the wound would heal very slowly, and it might even worsen.

The eldest prince answered absent-mindedly, and went straight to the underground wine cellar in the palace excitedly in a blink of an eye.

His spirit is in an unprecedented excitement, because tonight, he will complete a major event in his life: overthrow Delos.

That's right, on the way back, he had already thought clearly about how to be patient and take his time when facing a dull sweetheart, show his fit body in front of him, and make his heart move by confessing affectionately. , all are useless.He decided to go straight to the point and use the simplest and most direct way to express his love.

Just tonight, either push him down, or be pushed down by him—Father Zeus, I hope the second situation doesn't happen.

Of course, if he had a thousand courage, he would not dare, and at the same time, he would not, use brute force to make him submit, so he could only use special means.

Wine is one of the best ways.

Especially the wine made by Dionysus, the god of wine on Mount Olympus.

His father spent a lot of money to buy it from other city-states and planned to drink it on his birthday.

Anyway, it's all his, so of course it's going to be used for more important things.

He has already figured it out. After getting drunk with Tilos, let him agree to be his lover while he is unconscious. If everything goes well, then they can do some things that can only be done between lovers. up.

If he disagrees, oh, it's really unlikely.Well, in case he disagrees, there are things that can still be done, just in a different way.

Hector made a plan, took a large bottle of wine, and came to Apollo's room.

He hadn't fallen asleep yet, and was leaning against the window, under the hazy moonlight, making a wreath out of green laurel branches and leaves, humming an unfamiliar tune.His brows and eyes were downcast, his smile was gentle, and his expression of staring at the bay leaf was like looking at his beloved lover.

"You seem to like laurel leaves?" Hector was at a loss for words.

Apollo gave a "hmm" and said with a smile: "I liked a girl before, and she became...she looks like a laurel tree."

Hector trembled and nearly dropped the amphora containing the precious wine to the floor.

He hurriedly put it on the table, and couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart. Jealousy bit his heart like an ant, and the pain spread bit by bit.

He wanted to know about Delos' past, but he didn't want to hear any information about others from him, especially his former lover.

As for why a girl looks like a tree?Oh, such details don't matter at all.

The eldest prince hesitated for a while, and finally decided to take this opportunity to ask more questions.

"Then why aren't you with her?" he said softly.

Apollo raised his head, his eyes dimmed for a moment, he bit his lip, and said aggrievedly: "She doesn't like me, she runs away as soon as she sees me."

Hector suddenly became in a good mood, and said with a smile, "Really? It's a pity. But that's her problem, not yours. Believe me, on your terms, there are many people in the world who are for you. You don't even have to die."

Apollo's eyes lit up, and he said, "For example, your sister?"

"No, not including her." Hector immediately denied, seeing Apollo's eyes darken again, he quickly took out the wine bottle, opened the lid, and suddenly a strong aroma wafted out.

"The wine of Dionysus!" Apollo said joyfully, "I didn't expect it to be available here."

The eldest prince was taken aback: "How do you know?"

"Uh, I once drank it when I was still in the temple of Delphi." Apollo said, thought for a while, and added: "But I can only drink two glasses at most at a time, and she won't let me drink too much." gone."

He was talking about his sister Artemis.She was always worried that this younger brother drank too much and was drinking like a god of wine, so she didn't drink too much, and she didn't let him drink too much.

But Hector thought he was talking about a certain priest in the temple who has been controlling him, and immediately smiled: "Don't worry, it won't happen this time, there is a whole big bottle, it doesn't matter if you drink it all."

The God of Light nodded, licked his lips, and looked at the amphora with longing eyes.

Hector smiled and was about to pour the wine into the glass when there was a knock on the door.

The eldest prince opened the door with a dark face. It turned out that Cassandra came with the maid, but when he saw her brother and his gloomy and terrifying face, he consciously didn't come in and just stammered a few questions. Well, they hurried away.

Hector closed the door and peeked at Apollo. He thought he was somewhat disappointed, but he didn't.A pair of eyes as clear as water fixedly looked at the amphora with exquisite designs, full of desire for fine wine.Apparently, in his eyes, the princess of Troy is not worth a bottle of wine - at least not for now.

Hector is funny and sad at the same time.

He has already noticed that although Tilo has been emphasizing that he wants to associate with Cassandra, he actually doesn't have deep feelings for her. He may like her a little bit, but it is far from the level of love.I don't know if he is like this by nature, or just for her.If it is the latter, it is great news for him.But if it's the former...

Hector shook his head, forgot about those messy thoughts, and concentrated on what was going on now.

But just as he picked up the bottle, someone knocked on the door again.It turned out that a few greedy guards followed the smell of wine to find him.

Hector sent the person away without even opening the door.

It's a pity that the aroma of the wine still wafted out continuously, and soon spread to the entire palace.

When he wanted to pour the wine for the third time but was still interrupted, the eldest prince couldn't bear it anymore. Holding the amphora in one hand and the God of Light in the other, he went straight out of the palace and rode a fast horse all the way to the northwest corner of the city-state. .

There is a small section of the city wall that has been repaired, of course, most of the place is still piled with messy stones.

Nearby is a large area of ​​abandoned houses, which have not been lived in for a long time.I am afraid that only here can they get a moment of peace.

Sitting on the tall city wall, Hector finally fulfilled his wish and poured a large glass of fine wine into Apollo's belly, while he himself only took a few sips.

Well, the taste is mellow, full of energy, good wine!If you drink several cups in a row, it may be difficult not to get drunk.

Hector smiled darkly, looking at his ignorant sweetheart.

After the first glass of wine, his lips seemed to be soaked in a layer of shimmering water, and his bright eyes began to blur.He was sitting on top of a high wall with his legs drooping, shaking from time to time.

After the second glass of wine, he looked at Hector and kept smiling, and he began to talk more, from the constellations in the sky to the lyric poems on the earth, from the method of prophecy to the ointment for healing.

After the third glass of wine, before he could speak, his body tilted and he fell towards the bottom of the city wall.With quick eyes and quick hands, Hector pulled him back, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Just in case, he hugged him in his arms, and whispered in his ear with a smiling voice: "Is it good? Do you want another drink?"

Apollo nodded, then shook his head hesitantly, and said: "No, I can't drink any more. My sister said that I am different from those guys who don't get drunk after a thousand glasses. Depending on my drinking capacity, I can only drink two glasses at most. Just now I have I drank an extra glass." He said while stretching out a finger to make a comparison.

The fact that I remember it so clearly means I'm not drunk yet.

"Oh, just listen to your sister." Hector laughed softly, "Then what will happen if you drink too much?"

Apollo leaned on his chest, thinking seriously, but his blurred eyes couldn't focus no matter what, just like the eyes of a deer lost in the mountains, wet and innocent.

After thinking for a long time, he answered honestly: "I don't know."

Hector laughed, lowered his head, and kept getting closer to him.

I saw that his skin was smoky with the smell of alcohol, revealing a large patch of light pink, extending from his cheeks to his neck, and even his earlobes turned into budding rosebuds.

His lips parted a little, and exhaled the scent of sweet wine, so sweet and fragrant that even the freshest red roses could not compare.

And the golden curly hair on the shoulders was blown by the night wind, a few strands of hair fluttered, brushing against the skin on the face and neck of the eldest prince, itching gently, even his heart started to itch.

Hector kept coming closer.

Apollo didn't stop.

When the distance between the two was almost zero, the eldest prince suddenly stopped moving, and tentatively licked lightly on the tip of his nose.