Ashes

The danger was slowly approaching, and Huang Taiji was talking to the guerrillas who supervised the construction of the city, and he didn't notice anyone coming at all.

Dorgon was also engrossed in staring at the drawings, and when a strange feeling emerged, the craftsman was already standing behind them.He came back to his senses suddenly, although that moment was as fast as lightning, but in Dorgon's eyes, it seemed as long as a lifetime.

The craftsman raised his black awl like a beast that had been hungry for a long time, and rushed towards Huang Taiji's back.He could also see that Huang Taiji was the leader of these people, and he also knew that the most powerful one should be killed.

"Brother!" Dorgon roared, and casually threw the drawing at the man's face.

The sight was obstructed, the man scratched his face indiscriminately, tore off the drawing, turned around and rushed towards Dorgon, roared, and the awl pierced down in response.

Dorgon raised his right hand subconsciously to block it, and the severe pain came from his arm immediately. He was short of breath and fell on his back.

Huang Taiji rushed over, but he was still a step too late, kicked the man away, and hugged Dorgon.

When the soldiers below heard the movement, they rushed up the tower, and immediately subdued the craftsman.

Dorgon's arm was bleeding profusely. He frowned in pain and tried to cover the wound, but the blood still flowed out from his fingers.

"Dorgon?" Huang Taiji exclaimed, quickly took out the veil and simply wrapped the wound.

The guerrilla was so frightened that he couldn't speak. He watched Huang Taiji bandage him. In the city he was in charge of, Baylor was attacked and injured. He couldn't escape responsibility for this matter. The brain will not be protected.

Huang Taiji scolded: "Hurry up and tell the doctor, what are you doing standing by the side!"

Only then did Guerrilla come to his senses and stumbled to call the doctor.

Huang Taiji hugged Dorgon by the waist.

Dorgon said urgently: "Put me down! I can walk! My hand is injured, not my foot!"

"Don't make noise!" Huang Taiji shouted, carried him to the city, and sent him back to his residence.

The city is full of overseers, craftsmen, and coolie slaves, and there are no serious doctors. A clerk who barely understands some medical skills came to help Dorgon clean the wound with his hands and feet clumsily.But he was unskilled in his movements, and always touched the wound. Dorgon was in great pain from him. If he hadn't suffered a lifetime of fighting, as a teenager, he would have died of pain.

Dorgon gritted his teeth, and beads of sweat came out of his forehead.

Huang Taiji asked nervously: "Does it hurt?" Although he knew that he was in pain just by looking at him, he couldn't help but ask.

Dorgon shook his head, his face pale.

The clerk was also sweating profusely in panic: "Master Baylor, if you hold on, you'll be fine soon." As he spoke, his hands were still shaking, and there was nothing serious about them.

Huang Taiji couldn't see it, felt that he didn't know how to do it himself, so he picked him up and threw him out of the door: "Get out! You don't need to do it!"

He called Dundari to help him, cleaned the wound neatly, and applied medicine to bandage it. He was much more proficient than the clerk.

After finishing all this, he ordered Dundari to send someone back to Liaoyang to inform Dorgon of his injury, and to bring some decent doctors over.When Zhucheng Guerrilla heard that he wanted to report, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, breaking his head.

"Okay, where's the murderer?" Huang Taiji said angrily.

"Back to Sibeyl, that man... that man failed to commit a murder, he committed suicide. He was a Han. He... I have already arrested everyone who lives in the same room as him, and I plan to interrogate him..."

"Get out!" Huang Taiji didn't have the patience to listen to him, and drove him out.

Dorgon leaned on the bed, looking as usual, but because he was tortured by the quack doctor for a while, he looked a little weak: "I'm fine, the injury is not serious."

Huang Taiji's face was unhappy: "The wound is indeed not deep, but the awl is very dirty. I'm afraid that if you don't treat the wound properly, it will become infected." He said and reached out to touch Dorgon's forehead.

Dorgon shook his head to avoid it: "How could it happen so quickly."

Huang Taiji sat beside him, his face softened a little, he looked at Dorgon's tightly wrapped arms, and suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect that you would protect me, and let that person stab me to death, how could you?" Didn't it save you from dealing with me later?"

Dorgon gave him a sideways look: "My Dajin's Sibei Le was stabbed to death by a craftsman. Although my rank is low, I can't afford to lose face like this."

"It's almost time for dinner, so you should take a good night's sleep in the afternoon. If Liaoyang moves quickly, the doctor will come tomorrow to check your injury."

Dundari brought the meals and placed them on the table one by one.

Huang Taiji glanced at it, and frowned slightly: "Don't the kitchen know about the little elder brother's injury? Don't you know how to cook some dishes that nourish qi and blood?"

Dundari knelt down and said, "The servant has gone to the kitchen to give instructions, but there are not many dishes prepared in the kitchen. I have already ordered to go down to buy, and the servant will go to the kitchen to watch at night."

"Forget it, starling, I told you it's not a serious injury."

Huang Taiji was also helpless: "Then you can just make do with this meal. I'll go and see for myself later. The people below will know how to be lazy. If you don't scold them for a while, they won't do a good job."

Dorgon sat down at the table, just as he was about to move his chopsticks, he touched the wound and twisted his mouth in pain.

"Be careful." Huang Taiji brought the food to his mouth.

With an almost instant reaction, Dorgon turned his head to avoid it, and flatly refused: "No!"

The indifference attitude of rejecting others thousands of miles away gave Huang Taiji a chill in his heart, his hands were frozen in mid-air, as if something was stuck in his heart, it was extremely uncomfortable.

It seemed that he was determined to draw a line between the two.

After a long time, he put down his chopsticks and said sadly, "Okay then, eat slowly, and I'll let Dundari serve you."

Seeing his figure walk out of the door, Dorgon picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, but after all, he was not used to using his left hand and couldn't hold the dishes at all.

Dundari walked into the room and saw Dorgon struggling with the chopsticks, he kowtowed and stepped forward: "Little brother, let me go."

Although he was reluctant, he had to eat, so Dundari had to feed him.

Because he often went in and out with Huang Taiji since he was a child, Dundari was often sent to take care of himself, and he had long been used to it, and this familiar word became more frequent.

"Little brother, why haven't you come to our Lord Baylor's house recently?"

Dorgon muddied the past vaguely. It seems that he didn't tell anyone about the showdown. Others also said that he was the little elder brother who was inseparable from Huang Taiji. The truth was only known to Huang Taiji and himself. Jierharang.

Dundari continued to babble: "Little brother, you don't know, our house will be deserted if you don't come, even Da Fujin said he was bored..."

Dorgon didn't respond, and had to eat mouthful after mouthful.

After dinner, Dorgon woke up, it was already afternoon, he asked where Huang Taiji was going, and said he was out on errands.

He also wanted to go out for a stroll, but was stopped by Dundari: "Sibei Le said, it's dangerous outside, let the little elder brother recover from his injuries here with peace of mind."

"It's just a small injury on the arm, it's okay."

"Little brother, just listen to Lord Baylor."

Dorgon was helpless, he felt that Dundali was good at everything, but he was too obedient, and he only listened to Huang Taiji's words, and now he took it as an imperial decree. If Huang Taiji said east, he would never go west.

"Then I'll sit at the head office in the yard."

Dundari moved him a chair and let him sit in the yard.

In the afternoon, the rising sun shone warmly on him, and Dorgon felt comfortable all over, but also a little sleepy, it seemed that it was not bad to be lazy like this.

While sleepy, he suddenly felt someone standing in front of him, covering the sun.

Dorgon opened his eyes, and it was Jierhalang.

Wasn't he assigned to Haizhou?Why are you back?

Before Jierhalang could speak, Dorgon got up first and said, "Mynah is out."

Dundari stepped forward and said, "Do you want me to invite Si Baylor?"

Jierhalang said: "No need, I'll go find him myself later. You go down first, we have something to talk about."

Seeing how he sent Dundari away, Dorgon understood that he did know the truth and wanted to say something to himself.

Jierharang glanced at his arm: "Injured?"

"Yeah, I was accidentally attacked by someone."

"Accidentally? You didn't do it on purpose, did you?" Ji Erhalang's tone was not very friendly.

"Why would I hurt myself on purpose?"

"For example, to win brother's sympathy or something."

Dorgon dismissed it: "This method is too low-end."

Seeing his arrogant tone, Jierhalang couldn't help frowning: "Dorgon, I never thought you would be so scheming at such a young age. My brother has loved you so much for many years. It's fine if you don't repay him. It's a waste of time to harm him instead." He has a heart."

"You are you, I am me, the matter between me and mynah, why do you judge others by yourself?"

"Is it true that he treats you well?"

"Although I am young, I am not blind. I can clearly see his attitude towards everyone. Among the brothers, who is he treating badly? In his eyes, there are only two types of people. Whether it is in the way or not in the way, when has he ever really let go of his guard against me?"

"How can you say that about him? Among all the brothers, besides you, who else has he given so much thought and guidance to? He values ​​you much more than others,"

"He still expects me to work hard for him."

"Dorgon, you know what you have done. My brother doesn't go into it. It's because he is generous. It doesn't mean I can forget it easily."

"So what if you can't forget? How to treat me, don't you have to listen to him?"

The meaning between Dorgon's words was clearly not to take him seriously, but Jierhalang was taken aback by what he said.

It's true that I can't say that I am an eloquent person, but I didn't expect to be speechless by what he said.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold him again, someone stopped him from behind: "Jierhalang."

Looking back, it was actually Huang Taiji who had returned.

Ji Erhalang glanced at Dorgon again, and walked towards Huang Taiji: "Brother, you came back so early? I still want to find you."

Huang Taiji glanced at Dorgon and pulled Jierharang away.