For Sisi, Lei Ao's death was a good thing.
Because the person who killed him must be a Xia person, the Black Miao people not only would not cause trouble for Sisi, but would solemnly invite the Holy Girl from the Spirit Clan to discuss the anti-Xia issue.
Xuanwei envoy Lan Tiankuo lost his excuse for rebellion due to Yue Hongling's assassination, and suddenly he had an excuse again.
Chang Lei Zhentang of the Black Miao ethnic group posted a hero post at night, inviting all ethnic groups to gather in Dali. He meant that since the Xia people will kill my son, you can't escape, so why don't you rebel against him.
Everyone knows this is just an excuse, but there must be such an excuse.
There was already a group of chieftains who were ambitious and wanted to take advantage of the current turmoil in the Great Xia to establish an independent country. What they lacked was a broader consensus from Baicha.
The opposition of small tribes like the Ling Tribe is a trivial matter. There are also many big tribes such as the Bai Miao and Yao Tribe who are pro-Xia. They all think that there is no difference in autonomy now. I don’t want to establish a country. If I have to rebel, I will take off my pants and fart. How did the common people come to be the emperor of Xuanwei? Didn’t you count them yourself? Didn’t you Lei Zhentang divide the accounts into thirty-seven? How dare you say that??
Sisi even believed that this was just Hei Miao's ambition to unify various tribes. Once the alliance really gathered strength and launched an army, and Shu County sent troops to suppress it, it would be easy for the integration to occur during the war, and the strongest person would be selected and finally wear one Yellow robe, Dali Kingdom came out.
Lei Zhentang is one of the few people in Miao territory who is ranked twenty-eight on the troubled times list. He is a little higher than Wang Daozhong. He has high prestige and power in Miao territory. With Shi Wuding's secret assistance, he is completely capable of doing such a thing. qualifications.
However, Sisi's idea did not gain the consensus of the Bai Miao and other tribes. They just felt that there was no benefit in rebelling against them.
Everyone has their own ideas. The Miao territory has been turbulent for several months, and the black Miao have been united among various ethnic groups for a long time.
The atmosphere was already at its most tense. From the moment the Zhao Chang River entered Xizhou, it could be seen in the eyes of the people that the Miao people's dissatisfaction with the Xia people was already palpable. The Hei Miao side only had the last few ethnic groups to reach a consensus. By then, He raised his arms and took the Xuanwei envoy's sacrificial flag, and then naturally rebelled against it. Small tribes like the Spirit Clan had no choice but to obey.
At this time, Yue Hongling fled to Miao territory and met Sisi by chance. Sisi learned that Yue Hongling was being hunted by Shi Wuding and secretly took her in. The unfriendly atmosphere because she had pretended to be Yue Hongling disappeared.
It was like meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, and my sister and sister called each other very affectionately.
After staying for a while, Yue Hongling learned about the current situation of the place. One was not angry to comfort the common people, and the other did not want to be coerced into rebelling. The two sisters hit it off. Sisi pretended to be Yue Hongling to attract Shi Wuding's attention. Yue Hongling lurked in Dali to assassinate Lan Tiankuo. , On the day of the operation, Zhao Changhe stepped into the storm.
After Lan Tiankuo died, Hei Miao's reason for rebellion suddenly disappeared. However, it was impossible for them to stop their arrows.
Lei Ao's assassination became the best reason, even better than the reason for counter-propaganda and consolation.
Lei Ao is the young leader of the Black Miao tribe, and his assassination is a serious political incident. The Bai Miao and other tribes will also think that Lei Ao has no bad deeds. Since the Xia people will kill Lei Ao, will they also kill themselves?
Of course, everyone is not stupid. Who killed Lei Ao? What if Lei Zhentang killed his son for ambition? This needs to be investigated clearly first.
The next day, more than a dozen ethnic leaders who were begging for food around the Erhai Lake in Cangshan gathered in Dali at the invitation of Chang Lei Zhentang of the Black Miao ethnic group.
As the leader of the Spirit Clan, Sisi was naturally among those invited. She brought a small team of people to the meeting, with two guardians on the left and right, one male and one female. They were new faces that no one had seen before.
Naturally, it was Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling, whose injuries had basically improved.
Zhao Changhe was still dressed like Si Laoye, and Yue Hongling wore a blue spirit costume. She specifically chose a waist-free style, but her straight shoulders and back unexpectedly looked very enchanting, so her face was maliciously wiped ugly by Zhao Changhe. She just didn't want others to stare at her.
When entering the hall, the atmosphere was very solemn.
Thousands of people were in the hall, densely packed. Lei Zhentang was sitting at the main seat. In front of him was a stretcher covered with white cloth, with Lei Ao's body lying on it.
Many people gathered around Lei Ao's body to inspect it, and finally shook their heads and backed away, returning to the queue of their own family group.
Sisi took the opportunity to ask a familiar clan member: Sister Pan, how is the situation?
The first of the twelve surnames of the Panyao tribe, Chang Panwan of the Yao tribe, is a charming woman who is nearly forty years old. She dares to think that she is the sister of everyone she meets.
At this time, Pan Wan looked solemn and said in a low voice: He is indeed dead. I have personally tested it and found no signs of forgeries or other magic. It is a real corpse.
Sisi was stunned, frowned and said: You really killed your own son.
Pan Wan asked: Did Lei Ao just leave your village?
Yes, I didn't kill him.
It's not that you killed him, nor did the Thunder Clan Chang mean it. Pan Wan glanced at her: But this means that thousands of Black Miao people witnessed the Xia people's assassination.
Sisi said disdainfully: Their people said whoever assassinated him was the one who killed him. Can this be used as evidence?
But the assassin said he was from Qisi and had an official position in Shu County. He said his name was Qi Siyuan. Pan Wan pursed her lips and said, "Here, over there."
Zhao Changhe saw a group of black Miao people escorting them, and a Xia man in black was kneeling there, with his head lowered and a depressed look on his face.
Qi Siyuan is a swordsman from Shu County, and he is quite famous. From this look, it seems certain that Shu County will send someone to assassinate Lei Ao.
Zhao Changhe breathed out instead. It wasn't just that Li Si'an was in trouble. Now Zhao Changhe's most worrying point was put down.
Sisi looked at the white cloth on the stretcher over there, with a deep meaning in her eyes: This is not important, the important thing is that not everyone here has read, and the majority are hot-headed fools.
Zhao Changhe was startled. This is true. He always thinks that everyone has their own thoughts. In fact, most of the hunters or herders in the mountains of Baicha really don't think too much about the details behind the case. It just happened. It happened, and Lei Zhentang's purpose was achieved.
He thought for a while and went to see the body on the stretcher. At this time, the noise in the hall had gradually subsided, and most people who wanted to see the body had finished watching. Qi Siyuan, who was captured on the spot, was there. The facts were clear, and there was nothing more that needed to be said. Understood, Lei Zhentang quietly looked at the various families in the hall who had returned to their respective positions, and said lightly: Have you seen it clearly now?
Pan Wan said: Why don't you ask the murderer to explain why he did this?
There was a black Miao man over there who held up Qi Siyuan's hair. Qi Siyuan raised his head and looked very arrogant: Prefect Zhai hated the poor quality of the jadeite supplied by Lei Ao. He sent people to reprimand him several times, but Lei Ao remained the same, which made Prefect Zhai feel that his dignity had been challenged. , so he sent me to teach him a lesson. He must be killed in public. Great Xia Wei, how can you, foreign barbarians, provoke him?
The hall was filled with an uproar: Damn, that’s too much!
Go against him, what's so great about Zhai Muzhi!
Don’t they know why the quality of jadeite is so bad?
Even Pan Wan shook her head, but she quite believed this in her heart. This was really something that Xia bureaucrats would do.
Lei Zhentang looked at the angry crowd, a slight smile flashed in his eyes, and he said with great sadness: Everyone, since the late king was assassinated by Xia Longyuan's trick, the country of Dali was eliminated, all ethnic groups were divided, and the Xia people oppressed us and dozens of others. It’s been years. I don’t need to tell you how you have lived over the years. It has only been a month since Lan Tiankuo took office. How many women have you asked for? Not even your wives and daughters.
Now it's my son's turn!
One day it will be your son's turn too!
I, Lei Zhentang, don’t want to live this kind of life as a slave. Do you still want to continue living it?
The tone was loud and full of incitement, and there was an enthusiastic response in the hall. A discordant voice suddenly sounded: This dead man is not your son at all. What are you shouting here?
Lei Zhentang's voice was stuck in his throat, and he became furious: Who are you!
Immediately, people came up to him and introduced to Lei Zhentang in a low voice the spiritual protector Si Laoye who had made a big splash in front of the village last night.
Lei Zhentang sneered and said: "It turns out that you are the protector of the Spirit Clan. Your Excellency is very skilled in swordsmanship. I heard that you are close to the Middle Earth?"
Does it matter who I am? Zhao Changhe has nothing to do with this: Is it your son who is more important?
Lei Zhentang slapped the armrest of the chair and stood up angrily: Can I still recognize my own son?
That's strange. Zhao Changhe pinched the deceased's cheeks and pried them open: As far as I know, your son lost a tooth, but the deceased's tooth is intact, oh, there is a bit of cavities. The technology for this kind of tooth is good, Thunder Clan Chang Can you teach it to everyone?
There was suddenly silence in the hall.
The deceased was stabbed in the throat, and the autopsy examiner was so exhausted that he tried to pry his closed mouth.
But how could this person think of this? What’s even more strange is that he was sure it was a fake before he pried it open.
