Dorgon reborn

Drowsy, Dorgon didn't know what was wrong with him, his whole body was sore and weak, as if his body was soaked in boiling water.The only source of coolness was the constant changing of the square scarf on his forehead. His consciousness was blurred and he couldn't keep his mind clear. He wanted to open his eyes, but the eyelids were extremely heavy.

Huang Taiji sat on the side of the bed with a face full of anxiety, staring directly at the unconscious man with deep piercing eyes, and stretched out his hand to gently caress Dorgon's rosy cheeks due to the high fever. "Dorgon...Dorgon..." whispered, but no one woke up.

"Emiang...Emiang, I will protect you, you will be fine..." Dorgon frowned, his dry lips were slightly parted, and in his dream he saw Abahai's gentle smiling face, hugging him lovingly. Looking at him and Duo Duo, the warmth of Er Niang's body made him feel at ease, and he was greedy for this family affection and this maternal love.

"Dorgon, your mother-in-law is fine." Huang Taiji bent down and pressed his face against Dorgon's red cheeks. The scorching heat made him flustered. Put it on his forehead after getting wet again in the water...

The dancing candles flickered on the table, and the shadow of Huang Taiji was nailed to the wall. His burly figure seemed lonely and sad at this moment. The light shines upon the earth awakened from its slumber.

Having not closed his eyes all night, Huang Taiji's eyes were covered with red spider webs, he raised his hand and rubbed his tensed forehead, when he picked up the square scarf again, he accidentally touched Dorgon's cheek, and found that the heat had receded.A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he quickly reached out to stroke his forehead, "Great, the fever is finally gone."

Huang Taiji's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, he bent down and pecked lightly on Dorgon's lips, the two of them pressed their cheeks together tightly, and said with a sigh: "Dorgon, can't the starling be wrong? Wake up quickly, don't torture me anymore." He really regretted it, he shouldn't be in a hurry to have him, and ended up hurting him like this, even if he endured the pain, he should have waited for him to grow up again.

He was familiar with the calling and the gentle touch in his ear, and the white fog in front of his eyes gradually dissipated, and Dorgon followed the voice and walked forward.The eyelids were no longer heavy, and he slowly opened his eyes, followed by a magnified and haggard face of Huang Taiji: His brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of Shenchuan, his blood red eyes...

"Dorgon...Dorgon...you finally woke up, is there any discomfort?" Huang Taiji pulled Dorgon's hand and pressed it to his cheek, his eyes locked on the newly awakened person, with a look of joy It is clear at a glance.

"I don't feel well anywhere." Dorgon glanced at Huang Taiji and said coldly, pulled back the hand being held and closed his eyes again, and asked in a low voice, "You haven't slept all night?" At this moment, he was in a good mood It's complicated. When he saw Huang Taiji's appearance for the first time, he was a little worried at first, but then he hated his teeth itching again when he remembered who he owed the crimes he suffered.

"Well, why don't I call a doctor to take a look at it, but the fever has subsided now." Huang Taiji stood up suddenly and was about to go out, his mind was completely immersed in joy and he completely forgot about this This thing can't let anyone know.

"Do you want to kill me? Or do you want people to laugh at me?" Dorgon stretched out his hand to hold Huang Taiji's hand, and shouted in a low voice.Is this man showing off his head?How can this kind of injury be seen by others, "Now you are pretending to be a good person, why didn't you see you let me go so kindly when you were doing business."

Dorgon said that Huang Taiji's face turned pale and turned red. Huang Taiji had never been ridiculed so much in his life, and now he was said to be speechless, without even a chance to refute, pretending to be calm He raised his eyebrows and looked at Dorgon with a face full of frost, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin and said in a low voice: "You are really unreasonable, I will do it, and I will do whatever you want." He has already tolerated it. Limit, if the person in front of him was Dorgon, he would have left long ago.

"I want to drink porridge with lotus seeds in it, and then I want to..."

"You can only drink porridge, you can't eat other things." Huang Taiji interrupted Dorgon's words abruptly, curling his lips and said regretfully, it would be even more troublesome to break open the wound if eating other things at this time.

Dorgon looked at the person standing in front of the bed with a dark face and stared at him, "Brother, do you know what I want to do most now?"

"What?" Huang Taiji asked with great interest.

"I want to throw you into the river to feed the fish." Dorgon said angrily, grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it at Huang Taiji.

Huang Taiji caught the pillow that was thrown as a sandbag, stepped to the side of the bed and sat next to Dorgon, with a slight smile on his lips, leaned down and put it on Dorgon's ear, "If you feed me to the fish , have you become a widow? Are you willing!"

"You...you..." Dorgon was speechless for a while, raised his hand and pushed it to the side of his ear, and said angrily: "It's better to chop you up, then I will be happy." He is so thick that even a knife can't cut it through. Huang Taiji is simply the god of plague, and he will be unlucky wherever he goes.

"Hehe, I'll get you some porridge. Today you just stay on the bed." Huang Taiji smiled slightly, stood up, turned and walked out of the room, closed the door lightly and let out a long breath, with the corners of his lips curled up. Laughing bitterly, he, Huang Taiji, would actually look like this sometimes.

He thought that his heart would not be moved by anyone, but when he saw Dorgon, a strange emotion welled up in his heart, he frowned slightly and walked forward, but was suddenly stopped by a person, and he looked closely at him. Seeing that it was Xuntrier, he asked in a low voice, "Old sir?"

"Sibeile, can I take a step to speak?" The old man always had a faint smile on his face.

Huang Taiji hesitated for a while, and said respectfully: "Please, sir!" After saying that, the two sat down in a pavilion not far away, "I don't know what you can do with me, sir?"

"Sibeile, I got a hexagram yesterday. I can't tell whether it is good or bad, but from the appearance of the hexagram, it is inextricably linked with Sibeile."

"Oh? Please tell the old man clearly!" After hearing this, Huang Taiji felt a little worried, which made Xuntrier worry that the matter would not be a trivial matter, and the old man never made a mistake in divination.

"Old Sibeile can only give you four words: There are losses and there are gains!" Xuntrier said with a light smile, "This hexagram can be a good one or a bad one, all in one thought! "He has been comprehending for a few days but still can't understand the meaning of this hexagram. Why does such a strange hexagram appear?It really puzzled him.

Huang Taiji looked at Xuntrier in confusion, "Old man, I still don't understand." What is lost is what he gains, what will he lose and what will he gain?

"Gain and loss are all in Sibeile's thought. The secret of Ziwei's astrology, the old man has leaked too many secrets, and there is not much time left. If Sibeile encounters something, he must think twice before acting, and don't lose the opportunity. Regret." After saying that, Xuntrier stood up slowly and drifted away.

"There are losses and gains?" Huang Taiji repeated the four words Xuntrier said in his mouth. The simple four words made him feel at a loss. What kind of dark eyes does the old man want to give him?Jian Mei frowned and raised his eyes towards the direction where the figure disappeared, and finally shook his head helplessly. Now that he thinks about this, he is at a loss, and it is better to heal Dorgon's injury first.

When Huang Taiji returned to the room, he was already holding a tray with porridge jars and bowls in his hand, he closed the door casually, went to the table, put the tray on the table, filled the bowl of porridge, came to the bed, and gently pushed it away with his hand. Pushing people lying on the bed to take a nap, "Dorgon, don't wake up and eat something."

Dorgon stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, leaned up and looked at the few grains of rice porridge in Huang Taiji's hand, "You are really stingy, it would be better to just pour me tea."

"You don't know what to do. Can you eat sticky porridge now? When will this bad temper be restrained?" Huang Taiji took two soft pillows and put them on the head of the bed, let Dorgon lean on them, and scooped them up. Take a mouthful of porridge and bring it to his lips, "Open your mouth quickly."

"Here, I have hands and feet myself, so I don't need you to feed them." Dorgon took the so-called porridge from Huang Taiji's hand, gulped it down, and handed the empty bowl to Huang Taiji, "I want to drink more." I haven't eaten anything all night, and now my stomach is empty, so what effect does a bowl of water have on my stomach.

Huang Taiji smiled slightly, stood up and put the bowl into Dorgon's hands, and repeated this seven or eight times. Finally, Huang Taiji looked at the bowl in his hand and frowned and said, "You can really drink it."

"If you don't want to take care of me, you can leave. I didn't force you to stay here." Dorgon said meaningfully. This time, he wants to take this great opportunity to take revenge on the tyrant and let him be so free Aren't you too sorry for what you have suffered?

"The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp." Huang Taiji said four words slowly, and handed the square towel in Dorgon's hand, "Wipe your mouth."

"I want to go out to bask in the sun, you carry me out." The corner of his mouth raised a little, and Dorgon glanced at Huang Taiji sitting beside him, not believing that he dared to do something to a wounded man!

Looking at Dorgon, Huang Taiji knew that he wanted to take the opportunity to take revenge, so he pretended to be ignorant and reached out to hug Dorgon, "You have a lot to do." When he walked out of the room, the sun was already shining brightly. Tai Chi carried the man to a stone bench not far away and sat down, letting Dorgon lean on him, "It's fine to sit here."

"It's too hot here, go to the gazebo over there!" Dorgon pointed to the gazebo not far away and said with a smile, peeking at Huang Taiji, he couldn't help being a little disappointed when he found that his expression didn't change.

Eyes covered with red spider silk showed a tired look, Huang Taiji was now trying to force himself, "Dorgon, think about how you will toss about it next, my patience is limited, just make a fuss for a while and don't go too far." He knows all about Dorgon's little tricks from time to time. If it wasn't for the fact that he was injured, he would definitely punish him for playing pranks.

"Okay then, let's go back to sleep and see how sleepy you are." Dorgon thought again, and looked at Huang Taiji harmlessly, showing a big smile.

"You've changed really fast." Huang Taiji was a little stunned by Dorgon, but exhaustion was rushing towards him, and he didn't want to think too much, so he carried him back to the house, "You are honest inside Lay down and sleep, and call mynah if you have something to do." Huang Taiji put him on the bed, and then he lay down beside the bed and fell asleep.

"Mynah, don't worry, I will stay honest...absolutely..." Dorgon said firmly and stood up, slowly raised his head to look at Huang Taiji who was already soundly asleep, hehe...it would be strange if he stayed honest.Slowly bypassing Huang Taiji's body and getting out of bed, he went to a cabinet not far away with his hands on his waist, took out a brush and inkstone, put them on the table, poured some water on it, and started to grind the ink.

After a while, seeing that the ink had been grinded, Dorgon came to the bedside with the inkstone and the brush and knelt down in front of Huang Taiji, holding back a smile, picked up the brush and dipped some ink, and then gently painted Huang Taiji's face. Draw a picture, "I let you bully me, you big pervert, today I will draw you a big turtle!"

He was secretly having fun while painting, and the person on the bed was completely unguarded and was sleeping soundly. After the last stroke was finished, Dorgon stood up slowly by the side of the bed, happy to see his result, "Well, Sure enough, this big tortoise really matches my starling's face, it's a perfect match!"

After putting away the pen and inkstone, Dorgon quietly left the room, called the guards and asked, "Where is Fan Wencheng placed?"

"Go back to Lord Fourteen, and arrange it in the front room."

"Okay, I see you go down." Dorgon walked towards the house not far away, came to the door and gently knocked on the door: "Mr. Fan, are you awake?"

"Please...cough cough...please come in." Fan Wencheng tried hard to calm his severe cough and finally said a few words.

Gently pushing open the door, Dorgon walked in and looked at Fan Wencheng who had put on clean clothes. At this moment, he was completely different from the terminally ill man last night. Looking at the empty medicine bowl beside the bed, "Mr. Fan Do you feel better?" It seems that the servants followed his instructions to take good care of Fan Wencheng.

"It's much better, thank you Fourteenth Master for saving your life." Fan Wencheng said pantingly, he could see that today's sun was all thanks to Dorgon, if he hadn't rescued him immediately, he would have died in that dark room long ago .

Dorgon stood by the bed and looked at the man whose face had improved a little, and said with concern: "Mr. Fan, if you need anything, just tell the subordinates directly. If anyone dares to neglect you, I will punish them!" Fan Wencheng exists It is related to the future development of the entire history, he must protect this important person to the Qing Dynasty.Only by unifying the world can the people live a stable life, and only in this way can the killing be stopped.

In the room of Huang Taiji

After a while of knocking on the door, there was a voice outside the door: "Sibeile, the slave has something to report."

Huang Taiji frowned slightly, slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and said in a low voice, "Come in."

As soon as the words were finished, the door was pushed open and a guard hurriedly came to Huang Taiji's bed and knelt down, "Report to Si Bei Le, King Khan invites you to go to the meeting hall to discuss matters." After finishing speaking, the guard slightly raised his head, but suddenly He lowered his head even lower, with a suppressed smile on his face.

Huang Taiji glanced at the kneeling guard in front of him, "What are you laughing at? Is there something on my face?"

"Yes... there is something." The guard said hesitantly, not daring to raise his eyes to look at Huang Taiji in front of him.

"Bring me a mirror." Huang Taiji said in a low voice, with a vague premonition in his heart, the people around him had already left for a long time, it seems that this kid must have drawn something on his face.After receiving the mirror from the guard, Huang Taiji's face turned livid, and he saw a turtle drawn with ink on his face, with three characters written on it, 'Huang Taiji'.

"Dorgon..." Huang Taiji gritted his teeth and muttered, this kid is really itchy, he dared to draw a turtle on his face.