The subordinates in front of the palace heard that Prince Yu was going to the Azig mansion, and soon after Duoduo left, the word came in.

Dolgon, who was a little drunk today, was leaning back on the couch and closed his eyes to recuperate, when Zizig brought him a sobering soup and reminded him, "Dordor has gone to see Azig." ”

"Got it." Dolgon had a headache, and tapped his head and said, "This is not as good as before, and you can't drink anymore." ”

Qizig watched him drink the decanting soup and said, "Did you tell Duoduo to be careful, Yu'er will kill him." ”

Dorgon shook his head: "If he finds out, won't he go directly to the palace." ”

Qi Qige lowered his eyes and said: "If I were you, I would let Duoduo go to the world, in the past, you said that you wanted to stabilize the dynasty, let Fu Lin give it to you, now ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, Dorgon snored, and God knows if he really fell asleep or didn't want to hear what he had to say.

Zizig is very impetuous, not only is she less proud of her twenties, but others are getting older and more stable, but she is becoming more and more uncomposed.

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Dodor?" Zizig asked the "asleep" man, reaching for his chin with his stubble on his hand, "Are you sure I won't?" Dolgon......"

Dolgon closed his eyes and went back to sleep, not knowing if he was running away from it, but he had learned it from Zizig. He has already said all the things that need to be said, and between him and Zizig, he can last one day at a time.

Dorgon didn't give up being emperor, but why did everyone force him, he wanted to take care of everything for the people he cared about, but no one understood him.

Even Yu'er, Dolgon never expected that she would make a deal with Daishan and let Daishan find a way to kill Duoduo. He had no choice but to poison Daishan in order to save Duoduo.

In the contest between him and Yu'er, there was no movement, and he couldn't see half of the murderous aura, but once he made a move, he saw flesh and blood.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, every year's celebration is the same, but Fu Lin gradually grew up, no longer like when he was a child, because he was very painful because he couldn't sit still, he gradually understood the meaning of these red tape, which made Zhezhe and Yu'er very happy.

Shortly after the first lunar month, Dolgon wanted to lead his troops to Juyong Pass to inspect the defenses, and Fulin wanted to go with his uncle, and Dolgon readily agreed.

However, before going out, Fulin fell ill with wind and cold, and although he recovered quickly, he was prevented by Zhezhe and failed to make the trip.

Before leaving, Dolgon came to the study to bid farewell to Yu'er, which made Yu'er laugh: "Isn't it on the edge of the capital, and it's not a long trip." ”

Dolgon said: "What happened before made me feel palpitations, but I can't never leave the capital for the rest of my life, there are always some things that I have to deal with personally." Yu'er, don't worry, I still left Tong Tulai in the capital to protect you and Fulin, anyone who dares to break into the palace without permission, even if it is Duoduo, there will be no mercy. ”

"Well, I don't want to hear such words and make people panic, so don't tell Fu Lin." Da Yu'er said, "It's a blessing or a curse, what should come will always come, you can rest assured." ”

"The spring is cold, take care, I will definitely come back in seven or eight days." Dolgon smiled slightly and covered Yu'er's hand, "Wear more clothes, it's still cold." ”

Yu'er smiled silently, watched him leave, looked at Dolgon's back, and gradually restrained the smile on her face: "What I promised my son, I must do it, Dolgon, I'm sorry." ”

In mid-February, when Dolgon was training in Juyongguan, an urgent report came from Beijing, saying that Duoduo, the prince of Yu, was sick in the land of fireworks, full of sores and high fever, and his illness was dangerous, and he was dying.