"Yu'er." Dorgon called out to her.

"Blessing is coming." Da Yu'er reminded him.

Dolgon said, "Don't feel any guilt, even if you use me, use it openly, and do anything for you, I am willing." At least, our intentions are the same, for the sake of the Qing Dynasty and for the love of Xinjueluo's imperial industry. Well, that's enough. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Lin broke in, Da Yu'er didn't have time to answer Dolgon, he was hit by his son, Fu Lin just wanted to cry, and suddenly saw Dolgon here, he immediately held back his tears.

"Gege." Su Mala followed, tears in her eyes, and bowed to Da Yu'er, who stepped forward to support her and said with relief, "I knew that you would protect Fulin." ”

"Prince Rui!" When Su Mala saw Dolgon, he hurriedly saluted again, "Thank you Prince Rui for protecting Brother Jiu." ”

Dolgon frowned slightly, but after hearing Su Mala say that they had been hiding in Mrs. Eshuo's private house for the past two days, they understood in their hearts why Eshuo did not follow his instructions and enter the palace to protect the female dependents and the ninth elder brother.

Zhezhe followed, and looked at Yu'er, and then at Dolgon, who had been reluctant to say these words. But Yu'er said that they must retreat as advance, public and private, in order to keep the country in chaos, in order to stabilize the morale of the army, Dolgon will make the best choice, rather than relying on their coercion and temptation.

Zhezhe said: "Dolgon, the ministers are still waiting in the Chongzheng Palace, you go, no matter what, the court can't be chaotic, and the Qing Dynasty can't be chaotic." ”

Dolgon clenched his fists and walked towards Yu'er, but crouched down to face Fulin.

"Fulin, Huang Ama is dead, do you know?" He asked.

"I know, Su Mala told me." The immature child, the horror in his eyes could not be hidden, and Fu Lin had worked hard.

Dorgon asked, "Fulin, are you afraid?" ”

Fu Lin shook his head vigorously: "Uncle Fourteen, I'm not afraid, I want to protect Eniang." ”

"Good boy." Dolgon touched Fu Lin's head, but picked up his nephew, he turned to look at Zhezhe, then at Yu'er, and said calmly, "As long as the Qing Dynasty is still surnamed Aixin Jueluo." ”

Zhezhe's heart hangs in her throat, she can't fully trust Dolgon, but now that it's over, she and Yu'er have no choice.

"Uncle Fourteen, where are you taking me?" Fulin lay uneasily on Dorgon's shoulder.

"Go and sit in the position of your Emperor Ama, Fulin, are you willing to replace your Ama and protect this country?" Dolgon spoke, not waiting for the child's answer, and walked towards the Chongzheng Hall with Fu Lin on his shoulder.

Zhezhe stepped forward and nervously grabbed Yu'er's hand: "It's okay, Yu'er, can we trust Dolgon?" ”

Da Yu'er said: "As long as the country does not fall into the hands of Haoge, the Qing Dynasty cannot be wrong, and whoever is the emperor is the same." The only thing I can believe is that Dorgon will never hurt Fulin, Auntie, and that's enough, we can't be so selfish and force Dorgon to do more. ”

Zhezhe reluctantly settled down, Dolgon was gone, and Fu Lin didn't cry, she ordered Adei and Su Mala to follow to take a look, took Yu'er's hand and walked back, and asked softly: "It's just you two alone, have you talked about it?" ”

Da Yu'er replied indifferently: "Auntie, you don't have to ask about the matter between me and Dorgon. ”

In the Chongzheng Palace, everyone was impatiently waiting for Dolgon's return, and Dordor also came from outside the palace, but as soon as he stepped into the temple gate, he saw Dolgon appear with Fulin in his arms.

There was silence in the hall, and Fulin looked at the uncles and brothers in horror, and his little hands grasped the hem of Dorgon's clothes.