Gou was a member of the imperial family in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 1155 The most poisonous woman’s heart
Thinking this in his mind, Dorgon was about to stand up, but before he could stand up, his subordinates below him groaned.

"Why does my stomach suddenly hurt?"

"Oh, me too. Did I eat too much barbecue?"

"I...I'm in a lot of pain too..."

Several people showed pain on their faces, and some even bent their waists in pain. At this time, Dorgon's stomach also hurt badly. Before he could stand up, his legs softened and he fell back to sit. At this time, Dorgon didn't notice anything unusual, so he was no longer himself.

"Qi...Qitat!" Dorgon held back the pain and looked up at Qitat who was standing beside him. At this time, Qitat was the only person who remained normal in the yurt.

"Your Highness, don't blame me. Blame yourself. Why don't you just hide? Why did you have to come here?" At this moment, Qitat no longer had the humility he had when he was drinking with others just now. Instead, he had a half-smile on his face.

"You...you actually dared to poison me?" Dorgon stared at Qitata fiercely and asked through gritted teeth.

"Haha, did Your Highness figure it out?" Qitate replied with a smile, raised the wine jug that he had just used to pour wine for Dorgon and the others, and tilted the jug to pour the wine from the spout onto the ground.

"You bastard! I...I will kill you!" Dorgon gritted his teeth until they were about to break. If looks could kill, Qitat would probably have been torn into pieces by Dorgon by now.

Dorgon supported himself on the table with his hands, stood up shakily, endured the pain in his stomach and barely pulled out the knife from his waist, then pounced towards Qitat.

Dorgon was a brave warrior who had fought countless battles in his life, while Qitat, though a prince of Khorchin, was a pampered fellow. If the two of them were to fight, with Dorgon's ability, he could chop off the other's head in less than two rounds, but now it was different. Dorgon, who had been poisoned, had no strength in his hands and could not even stand steadily, and his fighting ability was greatly reduced.

He barely managed to pounce on Qitat, but before he could get close to him, Dorgon felt as if the strength he had managed to muster was instantly drained away by something. He could no longer control himself and leaned to the side, then fell to the ground.

He fell to the ground and the knife in his hand fell out. Dorgon had no strength left at this time and could only barely raise his head and stare at Qitate.

"Your Highness, please stop struggling. This wine of mine contains the finest Crane's Beak Red. It is very valuable, and only someone like you, Your Highness, is worthy of it." Qitate said slowly. His eyes were not only on Dorgon, but also on the other people.

When these people found out that they were poisoned, they all reacted the same way as Dorgon did, that is, they fought back before they died and killed Qitat, the poisoner. Unfortunately, the poison was too strong, and they had no chance of fighting back. They fell down one by one before they could rush to Qitat, and what awaited them next was the end of death from the poison.

"Qitat! I... I have always treated you well, how dare you... do this?" Dorgon knew that he was a hero in his life but due to his carelessness he fell into the hands of a villain. After drinking the poisoned wine, he didn't have much time left. Dorgon hated Qitat in his heart, but didn't understand why Qitat would do such a cruel thing to him. He stared at Qitat with unwillingness in his heart.

"Haha, not bad?" Qitat showed a ferocious look on his face and sneered, "If it weren't for you, Dorgon, how could I, the lord of Khorchin, end up like this? What? Do you think you are still the regent of the Qing Dynasty? Pah!"

"The Qing Dynasty is gone, and you are nothing but a stray dog. You are so desperate that you want to rebuild the Qing Dynasty? It's simply wishful thinking!"

"You want to die, that's fine! But you shouldn't drag us down with you. It's hard for us to protect ourselves, and you actually want to start a new army? Aren't you just pushing us into the fire pit?"

Dorgon was stunned, with a complicated look on his face: "So that's it... So that's it..."

Dorgon murmured that at this moment he could feel his life slipping away and that he didn't have much time left.

"This... this is you... you acting on your own initiative? Or... or?" Dorgon asked struggling.

"What's the point? You're going to die soon anyway, why bother asking these questions?" Qitat replied coldly.

“This…this king…this king…hehe…hehe…” Dorgon seemed to understand something. He squeezed out these last few words from his throat and used his last bit of strength to barely raise his right hand and stretch it forward, as if trying to grab something.

But just when he raised his hand halfway, his arm fell down weakly, and then Dorgon stopped moving, his eyes widened, his expression frozen with resentment and regret. At this time, several of Dorgon's subordinates also fell silent, lying on the ground in a mess.

Qitat did not go forward to check immediately. He hid cautiously at a distance and waited patiently. After a while, seeing that Dorgon and others still maintained their original postures, he plucked up the courage to walk over and kicked Dorgon's body a few times.

When he was sure that Dorgon and the others were indeed dead and could not be deader, Qitata finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why bother? Why bother?" Looking at Dorgon's face, Qitat sighed and shook his head. In his opinion, Dorgon's death was entirely his own fault.

If Dorgon could recognize the truth and hide his name, he might have a chance to survive. But he still wanted to restore the Qing Dynasty and insisted on dragging everyone onto the broken and even sinking ship of the Qing Dynasty. This was the only fate that awaited him.

It is a pity that a great hero of his time ended up like this. But there was nothing he could do. In order to protect himself, Qitat had to do this. Now that Dorgon was finally dead, the heavy stone that had been weighing on his heart finally fell to the ground, and Qitat was completely relieved.

At this moment, the door of the yurt was suddenly opened. Qitatat was startled for a moment and subconsciously took a step back, but when he saw clearly who came in, he relaxed again.

"aunt!"

Bumbutai walked into the yurt. Although she heard Qitata's words, she ignored him. Her eyes swept across the ground and stopped on Dorgon's body.

In an instant, tears filled her face and Bumbutai showed an extremely sad look, and she couldn't help sobbing.

"This woman is really troublesome. Besides, you were the one who told her to do this. Now that she's gone, is there any need to cry?" Qitat was speechless and complained in his heart. But he didn't dare to say these words. He comforted her, "Aunt, don't be sad. For everyone, it's okay to do this. You can't let everyone die with Dorgon, right?"

Bumbutai nodded to show that she understood, but she couldn't hold back her tears like rain. Although it was Bumbutai who arranged Qitate to do this, when she saw how Dorgon ended up, the sadness in her heart was like a tide.

No matter what, Dorgon had always treated her well. If Dorgon had wronged many people and done many bad things in his life, he had never wronged Bumbutai and the young emperor Fulin. If there had been no Dorgon, Fulin would not have ascended the throne, and she would not have become the empress dowager of the Qing Dynasty.

Although the Qing Dynasty is gone and they have fallen to this place, Dorgon's kindness to her and her children is real, and no one can deny it. As the person involved, Bumbutai understands this better. Even though she killed Dorgon with her own hands, she couldn't help but feel sad at this moment.

Bumbutai didn't dare to cry loudly, for fear of alarming outsiders. She gritted her teeth and shed tears. Perhaps because she was too sad, she suddenly swayed and was about to fall. Qitat, who was standing by, hurried forward to support her and comfort Bumbutai.

"Aunt, the matter is done, we should..." Qitat said, but before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Then, Bumbutai, who was supporting him, reached out and pushed him hard, then moved aside with a move that was completely different from her usual solemn and agile manner.

Standing in the corner of the yurt, there were still traces of tears on Bumbutai's face, but her expression was no longer filled with sadness, but with incomparable determination instead.

Qitata stared at Bumbutai blankly, then lowered his head to look at his chest. A sharp dagger was stuck in his chest, and blood was flowing out of the wound.

Doubt, shock, realization, helplessness, regret... Countless complicated thoughts flashed through Qitat's mind. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say a word. Then his body softened and he fell down.

The moment he fell, his eyes lost their luster just like Dorgon's just now, and the place where he fell was only one foot away from Dorgon's body.

Standing quietly and watching Qitate fall, Bumbutai didn't react at all. After he fell to the ground, Bumbutai didn't make any other moves, still staying and waiting.

After a long while, she carefully went forward to check, not only Dorgon and Qitate, but also the others. After making sure that everyone was dead, Bumbutai finally felt relieved.

Then she took a few steps back, came to the door of the yurt, calmed herself down, took a deep breath, and screamed.

As her screams rang out, people arrived soon. When they rushed into the yurt and saw the scene inside, with corpses all over the ground and Bumbutai, who was terrified and crying like crazy, they were all dumbfounded.

When Ebilun arrived, Bumbutai was crying so hard. Ebilun was extremely shocked and asked Bumbutai what had happened.

But Bumbutai shook her head and said she didn't know, it was like this when she came. When she entered the yurt, she found that everyone inside was dead, and she didn't know what happened.

Ebilun looked around the scene, making a slight judgment in his mind, and was surprised and confused at the same time. At this time, Bumbutai seemed to be too frightened, and couldn't help but hug Ebilun's arm, and her whole body was trembling slightly. Ebilun couldn't leave Bumbutai alone to investigate carefully, so he could only comfort Bumbutai in a low voice.

After finally persuading the crying Bumbutai, he took her away from the scene. Bumbutai still held Ebilun's hand tightly, as if she was his last resort. Such a big change made Ebilun uneasy. He didn't notice that when he took Bumbutai away, a different look flashed across her tearful face. At this moment, his heart was in turmoil, how could he care about anything else?

(End of this chapter)