Type Month; My fiancée is a politician

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“Iskandar kid, skipped class again?”

Sniper’s body, long to naked robes, wearing a half-moon shaped eyes, known as the greatest philosopher of Macedonia and even the whole of ancient Greece, Aristotle is proficient in physics, metaphysics, poetry, music, biology, economics, zoology, logic, politics and so on.

He can be called an all-rounder, and the happiest thing in this life is to cultivate two disciples.

The first, Iskandar. Alexander.

Sometimes studying philosophy and political science, sometimes concentrating on reading thrilling myths, sometimes training as a soldier to gain experience, and a variety of talents bloomed, it is not surprising that the boy created any possibilities.

Truly proud and proud of Iskander, Aristotle called the red-faced boy a manifest being that called possibility.

However, the intelligent and shrewd Iskandar was good everywhere, but the lively and active nature really made Aristotle feel speechless for a while.

“It’s true, this kid’s nature is so impulsive, Hephaestion, you must help him well in the future.”

Looking at the girl with gold and silver eyes in front of him, Aristotle was extremely glad that he had such an excellent disciple in addition to Iskander.

That is, his second disciple, Hephaestion.

Hephastion, daughter of the nobleman Armintol, is famous as a close friend of Alexander the Great. He was also Alexander’s auxiliary minister, the military division of the entire army.

Its status is probably equivalent to the relationship between Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang.

“I’ll be good at Alexander, sensei.”

With a young body of only about one meter 2 and wearing delicate leather and metal armor, Hephaestion’s left eye is as deep as the night sky, and his right eye is as bright as reflecting the blue sky.

Nodding noncommittally, she was told by her father since she was born that she was the king’s assistant, that she was the king’s military master, and that her life was destined to be dedicated to this Macedonia.

This is the fate of her witch (Hecterochromia), Hephaestion.

“Well, with Hephaestion, I am relieved by your words.”

His old body was not enough to support Aristotle in teaching Hephaestion and Iskandar too much, and he only studied for two hours a day, and the teachers of the other subjects came into play.

With a wave of his hand, signaling that Hephaestion could go down, Sttotle lay on the couch and closed his eyes.

“………………”

With a slight bow in Aristotle’s direction, Hephaestion cautiously exited the room.

“Idiot Alexander.”

The black hair is slightly curly, but not only does not give people a messy feeling, but is full of mature charm.

Although he is only 11 years old, Hephaestion, who is very versatile in all aspects, is undoubtedly very good.

Sighing, for the younger brother-like Iskander, she was also a little confused about what was going on in the other party’s brain.

Walking out of the Mieza Academy, she did not return to the luxurious villa that the family had specially prepared for her in the capital, but followed the traces of her memory and walked towards the outside of the city.

“Go down and have martial arts training courses, call Alexander back early.”

Knowing exactly where Alexander likes to relax, she doesn’t want to be alone in the afternoon class.

Gradually walking along the path to the field outside the city, she did see Iskandar who was there, and…….

“That man… Who is it? ”

For the first time, the demon eyes of gold and silver had the feeling that they could not see through a person, not that those demon pupils could see through everything, but Hephaestion could always see through a person with his eyes.

For example, Iskander’s bold and great, doomed qualification to be king. There is also the rich knowledge and philosophical face of Mr. Aristotle, and his parents’ kind does not have the slightest affection, only puppet-like interests.

It is precisely because she has seen too much and knows too much that Hephaestion only has Iskandar, who is regarded as a younger brother, and Aristotle, the teacher she respects.

But now, looking at the Yuanliuin that was not far away with a face like a floating cloud, and he couldn’t see enough at all, Hephaestion’s heart kept beating.

What is that? What the hell is that? Unknown existence? Do not understand the existence? Scary existence? The existence that makes her fearful?

She didn’t know.

The clouds in the sky were instantly torn apart by the light, and the girl seemed to see the existence of her dreams, and the dazzling light really made her yearn for it.

“Little girl, are you okay?”

Coming back to her senses, Hephastion, who did not know where she was, found that she was not lying on the cold and hard floor, but that the place she was in was a hot, warm embrace.

The good smell was like a memory left by her mother when she was a child, and when she opened her eyes, she heard for the first time that someone did not speak ill of her eyes, but ……..

“Beautiful eyes, little girl.”

The man said.

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Ps； It is set that Hephaestion is the shadow warrior of Iskanda, who replaced his brother’s name and was created by Iskander’s mother, Olympias, but with a slight modification here, she is her, Hephaestion, an ordinary girl. _

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