Because the people who "must" kill him are Xia people. Not only will the Black Miao people not come to trouble Sisi, but they will solemnly invite the Holy Girl of the Spirit Clan to discuss the anti-Xia issue.
The excuse for rebellion that was lost due to the assassination of Yue Hongling by Lan Tiankuo, the Xuanwei envoy, suddenly became available again.
The leader of the Black Miao tribe, Lei Zhentang, posted hero posts at night, inviting all ethnic groups to gather in Dali.
It means that since the Xia people will kill my son, you can't escape, so why not fight against them together!
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 among Bailiao.
The opposition from "small clans" like the Ling clan is a trivial matter. There are also the pro-Xia Bai Miao clan, the Yao clan and many other big clans who also hold objections. The general idea is that there is no difference between autonomy and self-government. I don't want to establish a country, so I have to rebel.
Take off your pants and fart, and you can’t count how the common people got here. Don’t you, Lei Zhentang, divide the accounts into thirty-seven? Do you have the nerve to say so?
Sisi even believed that this was just the Black Miao's ambition to unify all ethnic groups. Once the alliance really gathered strength and launched an army, and Shu County sent troops to "suppress it", it would be easy to cause integration during the war, and the strongest ones would be defeated in the end.
A yellow robe, Dali Kingdom came out.
Lei Zhentang is one of the few people on the troubled times list in Miao territory. He is twenty-eight on the land list, a little higher than Wang Daozhong. He has extremely high prestige and power in Miao territory. With Shi Wuding's secret assistance, he is completely capable.
Qualifications for such a thing.
However, Sisi's idea did not gain the consensus of the Bai Miao and other ethnic groups. 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 has already reached its most tense moment. It can be seen from the eyes of the people when Zhao Changhe entered Xizhou that the Miao people's dissatisfaction with the Xia people is already palpable. The Hei Miao side only needs the last few tribes to reach a consensus. By then
He raised his arms and shouted, taking the Xuanwei envoy's sacrificial flag, he rebelled against it as a matter of course, and 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 took her in quietly. The unfriendly atmosphere because she had pretended to be Yue Hongling disappeared. Instead, it was like meeting an old friend in a foreign land. Sister, sister
The scream was extremely affectionate.
After staying for a while, Yue Hongling learned about the current situation of the place. One was not angry with Xuan Xuan 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, they could not stop with their arrow on the string.
The assassination of Lei Ao became the best reason, even better than the reason of counter-propaganda and consolation.
Lei Ao was the young leader of the clan, and his assassination was a serious political incident. The Bai Miao and other clans also believed that Lei Ao had no bad deeds. Since the Xia people would kill Lei Ao, would they also kill themselves?
Of course, everyone is not stupid. Who killed Lei Ao? What if Lei Zhentang killed his own son out of 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 Lei Zhentang, the leader of the Black Miao tribe.
As the leader of the Spiritual 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 specially chose a style that did not reveal her waist, but her straight shoulders and waist also looked very enchanting, so her face was maliciously wiped by Zhao Changhe.
She's very ugly, but she just doesn'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 corpse 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 leader: "Sister Pan, how is the situation?"
Pan, the first of the twelve surnames of the Yao people, Pan Wan, the chief of the Yao people. This is a charming woman, nearly forty years old... Dare to think about it, this is my sister to everyone I see.
At this time, Pan Wan looked solemn and said in a low voice: "It 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?"
"Yeah, I didn't kill him."
"I'm not saying you killed him, nor did Chief Lei." Pan Wan glanced at her: "But this means that thousands of Black Miao people witnessed the Xia people's assassination."
Sisi said disdainfully: "They are all their people, whoever assassinates them is the one they say. Can this be used as evidence?"
"But the assassin was caught on the spot. He was indeed from Xia and had an official position in Shu County. He was said to be named Qi Siyuan." Pan Wan pursed her lips and said, "Here, over there."
Zhao Changhe and his family turned around and saw a group of black Miao people in the corner, escorting a Xia man in black, kneeling there with his head lowered and looking depressed.
Qi Siyuan is a swordsman from Shu County, and he is quite famous. From this point of view, it seems certain that Shu County sent someone to assassinate Lei Ao.
Zhao Changhe breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Li Si'an was in trouble. Now it seemed that the incident had nothing to do with Li Si'an. Zhao Changhe put aside his most worrying point and said: "Who can you deceive with such a false excuse, Shu?"
Why did the county want to kill Lei Ao all right? Even if he wanted to kill him, why did he kill him forcibly in front of thousands of soldiers? Where could such a stupid assassin come from? "
Sisi looked at the white cloth on the stretcher over there, with a deep meaning in her eyes: "That's not important. What's important is that the thing is true. 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 Bailiao are hunters or herdsmen in the mountains. They really don't think too much about the details behind the case.
Once something happened, it happened, and Lei Zhentang's purpose was achieved.
He thought for a while, then went to the stretcher to look at the body.
At this time, the noise in the hall had gradually subsided, and most of the corpses that most people wanted to see were finished. Qi Siyuan, who was captured on the spot, was there. The facts were clear, and there was nothing more that needed to be understood. Lei Zhentang looked at the hall quietly.
The heads of each family who returned to their respective positions said calmly: "Have you seen it clearly now?"
Pan Wan said: "How about asking the murderer to explain why he did this?"
There was a black Miao man over there pulling Qi Siyuan's hair. Qi Siyuan raised his head and looked very arrogant: "Prefect Zhai hated the poor color of the jadeite supplied by Lei Ao. He sent people to complain several times, but Lei Ao remained the same, which made Prefect Zhai feel that his authority had been compromised.
If he provokes you, send me here to teach him a lesson, it must be done in public! How can you, a foreign barbarian like you, be provocative in the great power of Xia Tian?"
The hall was filled with an uproar: "Fuck, that's too much!"
"Rebel him, what's so great about Zhai Muzhi!"
"Don't they know why the quality of jadeite is so bad?"
Even Pan Wan shook his head, quite believing this in his heart. It was really possible that this was something Xia officials would do.
Lei Zhentang looked at the angry crowd, with a slight smile in his eyes, and said with great sadness: "Everyone, since the late king was assassinated by Xia Longyuan's trick, the Dali Kingdom was eliminated, all the tribes 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? Even your wives and daughters are not spared!"
"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, the fan was full of power, 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 didn't care at all: "It's more important whether you are your son, right?"
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 open the mouth: "As far as I know, your son lost a tooth, but the deceased's teeth are intact... Oh, there is a bit of decay. This kind of tooth
The technique is pretty good, can Chief Lei teach it to everyone?"
Suddenly there was silence in the hall.
The deceased was stabbed in the throat, and none of the autopsy examiners tried to pry open 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!