No one expected to meet Dorgon here, and he was so diligent when he was only a low-ranking official.

Maybe it's just to wait for the time of the child and witness the transition from twenty-seven to twenty-eight. Thinking of him like this, Meng Guqing's heart became a little more gloomy.

After the death of Emperor Taiji in the previous life, for the throne, Dolgon fought with Hauge Yuetuo and others, and finally cheapened Fulin. And when the years changed again, his ambition did not change.

Where ambition is, there is hatred.

In his previous life, it was he who promised the young Meng Guqing to Fulin, which doomed them to the tragedy of their lives. Now that it was close at hand, Meng Guqing couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Under the moonlight, Dolgon has a delicate melon seed face, tall and thin, shiny lips as thin as a blade, and curved peach blossom eyes are intoxicated, like a pool of water blown by the spring breeze, extremely gentle, but Meng Guqing is thinking that he looks like an angry lion tearing people to pieces.

She couldn't help but take a step forward and pull Sorrentu back, and the people who followed her drew closer and closer.

Dolgon stopped, leaned over slightly, and continued the topic just now cordially: "Eighth Elder Brother, who bullied you?" ”

"Uncle Fourteen." Sorentu looked at him, his heart was suffocated, and he suddenly didn't want to mention it again: "It's nothing." ”

"That's good." Dolgon looked at the Ruyi knot, raised his hand and took it: "Eighth Elder Brother, it's very beautiful, can you give it to Uncle Fourteen?" He crouched down and smiled as if he were close to a kitten.

The breath of saber rattling flowed in the air.

"Not good." Sorentu raised his head willfully, but smiled playfully: "I said that if I don't want to, I can't give it to Uncle Fourteen anymore, and I'll let Meng Guqing marry you a new one." ”

"Okay." Dolgon was a little pleased, and stopped before he could finish his sentence.

Behind him came the sound of the bottom of a flower pot.

Huang Taiji was still watching the show, worried that Concubine Zhuang of Fulin would come out of the banquet and chase him.

As if it were fate, Dorgon turned his head, moved his shoulders, then stood up, stepped back, and involuntarily began to cough.

It was close at hand, and it seemed to be the farthest distance, Concubine Zhuang suddenly saw it, folded her cloak and stopped.

Her eyes glowed with a cold needle, and Dolgon bit her tongue, calmed down, and took the initiative to say, "I'm on duty at night, so I'll take a walk by the way, it's cold." ”

He coughed a few more times and wanted to say something more, but Concubine Zhuang stopped looking at him as if avoiding the plague, and took Fu Lin and scolded him: "Didn't you say go to sleep, you are still playing." ”

"E-niang." Fu Lin pointed at Sorentu a little aggrieved: "He." ”

"Don't mind others, mind yourself. Don't go to sleep anymore, I'm going to hit you. Concubine Zhuang patted Fu Lin, leaned over and picked him up and left.

"E-niang." Fu Lin looked down and covered her face with her body in some horror: "Eniang, are you crying?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense." Concubine Zhuang bit her lip and walked faster and faster, Shuzhe and the others were taken care of by their respective subordinates, and they were also hurriedly placed separately.

Dolgon stood alone, feeling ridiculous, and he coughed again, as if he couldn't stop.

Sorentu gradually became frightened, and the palace sedan chair that followed him came up in time to wait for him and Meng Guqing to leave. Meng Guqing quietly opened a little curtain in the sedan chair, watching Dolgon's slightly stiff back gradually fall behind him, closing his eyes, and a memory of his previous life flooded into his mind and lingered.

It was a scene where she was betrothed to Korqin, when she came out to meet a guest dressed up in pink and saw Fulin slap Dolgon in the face.

Dorgon, who had been laughing when he had crouched down to see him, suddenly stopped, grabbed him and raised it with one hand, and Fu Lin struggled in the air like a poor little rabbit, screaming, and finally begging for mercy to save his life.

"Do you marry her, do you marry her?" As everyone watched, Dorgon roared, his hands like eagle talons.

"I'll marry, woo, let me down, I'll marry ......" Horrified Fulin fainted.

After that, they got engaged, and this matter was forever engraved in their hearts, and from the later wedding night, Fu Lin took pleasure and compensation by snubbing and stimulating Meng Guqing.

Dolgon was the source of misfortune, and when what he saw now overlapped with the memories in his impression, Meng Guqing smelled a different breath.

Concubine Zhuang's dodging and avoidance just now didn't seem to be for love. That needle-like cold gaze can only be proved by bitter hatred.

Although for unknown reasons, at least they have more obstacles to joining forces. Meng Guqing's heart was steady, Dolgon and Concubine Zhuang had always been the two biggest mountains, and the more they disagreed, the more safe Sorentu would be.

Even though Dorgon's hand was long, Huang Taiji was a powerful shield, and he would definitely stop him. Dolgon's road ahead will never be too easy.

Thinking of something in the conspiracy, Meng Guqing stroked his heart and fell into thought, a little excited.

The night passed like this, but the bad luck of the incident spread, and some people talked about Sorentu.

Nala's slippery tire was inevitable, but the result was two lives, and her health was too bad.

If it hadn't been for that thunder, maybe it wouldn't have been like this, whose fault is it?

When Huang Taiji heard Zhezhe talk about the absurdity in the Qianqing Palace, he sneered even more: "Nonsense, what is the matter with Xiaoba, the sound of artillery can kill people, who passed it on?" ”

"The concubines don't know the source." The rumors darkened, and Zhezhe hurriedly appeased: "Your Majesty, it's over, don't be too sad." ”

"There must be something else, forget it, let's talk about something else." Huang Taiji talked about the excerpt he had just read: "Horqin's tribute Wu Keshan still sent it in person this year, I agreed, you and Meng Guqing also happened to meet them, and he came with Fujin." ”

"Yes." Zhezhe saw joy in his eyes, and thought again: "It's just right, Your Majesty, do you remember what the concubine told you about last time." ”

"What." Huang Taiji patted his head: "Oh, you said pox? ”

This matter was reminded by Meng Guqing more than two months ago, Zhezhe was very concerned and quickly reported it to him, and Huang Taiji was also interested in safe pox planting methods in addition to imitating Zhezhe's practice of sending more professional protection personnel to Soluntu.

Now that Zhezhe is so happy, he must have a doorway, and Huang Taiji quickly asked her: "Do you have a point?" ”

"I've inquired a little," Zhezhe was a little apprehensive, "I don't know if it will work." ”

"When Wu Keshan comes, let's discuss it with him." Huang Taiji also had to think about what he could do to restrain Dorgon.

The current Council of Ministers is huge, and the role of the Inner Council is not significant, so if you want to reduce Dorgon's connections and highly centralize power, you also need to thin out the energy of these nobles. It will take a while for this to transition, or they will bounce back.

Huang Taiji frowned and thought deeply. Seeing this, Zhezhe retreated with interest and returned to Qingning Palace to tell Meng Guqing the good news.

When Meng Guqing saw her coming, she smiled and couldn't hide her thoughts: "Is Ama coming?" ”

"You got it?" Zhezhe was a little surprised: "Even I just knew. ”

Meng Guqing didn't dare to tell her that she had privately asked Tuya to pass on the message, so she had to say: "The time for the New Year's tribute is coming, I listened to what the eighth elder brother said." ”

"Oh, this kid, what a deaf to God." Zhezhe relieved his doubts, and was a little sad: "Alas, it's a crime." ”

The affairs of the Nala clan have been spread all over the palace, Sorentu is depressed, Meng Guqing has been appeased a few times, and he has just seen it. She didn't dare to mention it more: "Queen, don't think about it, your heart is always merciful, it's very hard." ”

"Alas, child, you always want to relieve my worries." Zhezhe hugged her and sighed: "When your Ama Eniang comes, get together with them, do you miss them?" ”

"Queen." Meng Guqing also hugged her: "I miss them, but I will never forget who raised me and took care of me, I will always remember, and I must repay you." ”

Zhezhe kissed her happily: "I didn't raise you in vain, good boy." ”

After a few days, Wu Keshan entered the palace with the Sui Gong, and Meng En saw her alone, Meng Guqing cried and hugged her, crying silently: "Ama! ”

"Child, my good boy! You're back? Being in Horqin and his heart in the capital, Wu Keshan didn't let go of her for a moment, hugged her tightly, and was uncontrollable with excitement.

"What did you say?" This surprise was not trivial, Meng Guqing was puzzled and didn't hear it clearly, and exclaimed: "What 'back'?" ”

"Son, even without your letter, I will come to see you." Wu Keshan had a vicissitudes of life on his desolate face, he held her hand, reluctant to let go: "Good boy, you must be happy this time, Ama will help you." ”