Watching Huang Taiji swallow his last breath in front of him, Dolgon's heart felt empty for no reason. From the day Eniang left, the man in front of him became his lifelong enemy, and tonight he thought he would die at his hands, but he didn't expect the final outcome to be so unexpected.

Dolgon slowly raised his head, and the face of Da Yu'er in front of him was not only extremely happy, but also resolute and resolute that could not be concealed. Suddenly, Dolgon had the illusion that the woman buried deep in his heart suddenly felt a little stranger.

But such a thought was fleeting, because the grief-stricken Luo Guo'er and Huang Taiji's guards had already rushed up with a roar, and Dolgon could only lead the few remaining people around him to resist desperately, and even the eunuchs who served by Da Yu'er's side joined in.

But the disparity in numbers was huge, and if there were no reinforcements, Dorgon and the others would not have escaped death.

At this time, no one cared, Yuan Zhong, who was originally like a puddle of mud, quietly got up from the ground, ran quickly along the corner of the wall to the gate, and pushed the gate open with all his strength, and outside the door were the tense guards.

"Luo Guo'er assassinated the king, the master of the Great Khan died, you fools, what are you still doing here, don't you kill the traitors and thieves quickly!"

There was a dead silence outside the door. Most of the guards outside the door have just been transferred to the palace, and they are all today