"yes." Huaiqing raised his eyes and looked at the girl's face a little timidly, since the setback of Lishizi, this girl's temper has become bigger and bigger, and it is really a little elusive.

He pinched his throat and said, "The body has been escorted back by Ying Guo's doctor Yin Hong, sister, look at this......

Thinking that her sister Fanghua was ravaged to death in her year, Mrs. Yi also felt deeply sad that the rabbit had died and the fox had died, and she complained angrily: "What kind of big Tuesday prince is obviously a thing that is inferior to a beast, and he takes pleasure in torturing weak women, what qualifications can he be worthy of being a royal eunuch? This matter can't just be left at that, or Mrs. Ben ...... And where does the king's face go?"

"Madame, but she is determined to let that Ji Shang's father pay for his life, so that he can avenge his sister?" For the first time, Huaiqing called Mrs. instead of a sister, and the meaning of the language was cold, which surprised Mrs. Yi a little, and she was stunned for a while, and asked, "What does brother mean?"

"Madame asks herself, whether it is the Zhou royal family or the monarch, will it be difficult for that Ji Shangfu because of my sister's death?"

Mrs. Yi let out a long sigh, her status is obviously inferior, although her father is a chief, he is just more noble than the rest of the Yi people, no official and no lord, and he is more than the common people. In the Zhou Dynasty, where "the punishment is not good for the doctor, and the courtesy is not for the concubine", how could the second prince be arrested because of the death of a common woman? Isn't it a big joke in the world?

"Don't talk about it, I'm afraid no one will ask even if I ask." Mrs. Yi's words could not hide her indignation.

"In this way, if we want to get this justice, we have to rely on our Yi tribe ourselves." Huai Qing Angang said.

"What does my brother mean...... Asked my father to contact the other Yi tribes, and the other way around?" Mrs. Yi lowered her voice and asked.

"Exactly."

"But this ...... Is it not an egg striking a stone? Besides, although the king has long been opposed, he has not yet made up his mind, so ......

"The reason why the king didn't make up his mind was just because he was worried that his strength was not good, otherwise, what would he have killed that Ji Shangfu for the past few years? It's just to make a successful move one day, and use that top of the goods to be a puppet. Who doesn't know this heart? What we have to do is to cut off the retreat of the king, so that he has no distractions, and can only fight against the Zhou Dynasty with iron heart."

Huaiqing's words were conclusive, and Mrs. Yi was moved when she heard it, but she was instinctively a little afraid: "This ...... If it can really be as you think, it will naturally be good; If you lose, then you will die and the country will be destroyed, is it really worth taking this risk?"

"It's worth it or not." Huaiqing is rare today with confidence and sobriety: "Sister, it has now been found out that the Ekun is indeed under the protection of the Nanlin Society, and the rescue and shelter are all explained and arranged by the leader Rongyi himself. Sister, think about it, who is behind Rongyi?"

"Could it be ......" Lady Yi pointed to the sky.

"That's right! This young man is amazing, he has built a waterlogged canal, and implemented a new policy in Wangji, looking like he is going to do a big job. The reason why he wants to support and shelter that E Kun is that he has taken a fancy to this person who has no maternal family to rely on in the Hubei country, and if he can ascend the throne, he will only hold the thigh of the Zhou royal family. At that time, the West Sixth Division will be in the north and the Hubei Kingdom will be in the south, and it will attack the living space of our Yi tribes up and down, and sweep away the external troubles of Chengzhou in one fell swoop. His scheming is not far-reaching!

Sister, for the sake of the mother's family, for the sake of the father, you and I have to try to provoke the monarch and completely break with the Zhou royal family!"

Lady Yi's pair of bright eyes flashed with a flame-like light: "Okay, for the sake of Chong'er, for the sake of the mother clan, I can give up anything. Brother, what should I do about this?"

"Okay." Huaiqing smashed the case with a punch and said categorically: "Since the sister has made up her mind, the matter will be easy to do." He held out three fingers:

"This is the first thing, to arouse the hatred of my Yi tribe against the Zhou royal family. I'll do that. Remember, the one who sheltered Ji Shang's father was Ji surnamed Yingguo, the Zhou royal family and his brother of the Son of Heaven, and had nothing to do with the king."

"It's natural, I've saved it." Mrs. Yi nodded.

Huai Qing stretched out a second finger: "This second thing, that Ji Shang's father is still useful. Neither the people of the tribe, nor you nor me, can really send someone to assassinate this person. Otherwise, things won't go on."

"This ......" Mrs. Yi bit her lip and said hatefully, "Then I will swallow this breath for the time being."

"This third piece,

It's up to the girl."

"Brother, but it's okay to talk about it."

"The sister should always blow the wind on the pillow of the king, and briefly reveal the news that the Zhou royal family intends to support the missing Shizi Kun. With the king's jealousy of King Zhou, he will definitely be suspicious of Shizi Kun, for fear that he will return Tonglu Mountain to the royal family. In this way, the position of the tarpon is secured."

Lady Yi's face was delighted: "Who said that my brother is a sour and rotten person? With such a plan, how can it be compared to Rongyi? Brother, don't worry, this matter is not difficult, the sister can do it in a moment with her lips and tongue."

The early autumn sun climbed the vast mountains, and the ancient Yiren tribal villages were bathed in a chaotic glow. Just after the hour, dozens of strong men carrying a precious beech coffin stopped on the central square of the tribe, and thousands of people gathered on all sides, crying and mourning.

In a moment, two old horses pulled a rusty bronze chariot into the tribal square, and two maids helped an old man with frost and snow and a rickety waist to get out of the car. In an instant, thousands of people knelt down and said in unison, "Please mourn the chief's day—"

Suddenly, the old chief shook off the two maids and threw himself in front of the beech coffin with flying steps, and then there was a terrible cry of the old man: "It's the old father who is incompetent! If you can't extend the glory of your ancestors as kings, you should cause your descendants to suffer such humiliation, and you will be ashamed of your ancestors and ancestors, and you will be ashamed of the people of heaven and earth!"

The fierce cry echoed from itself, and the old chief suddenly and magically jumped up, and slammed into the body, only to hear a dull roar, blood splattered on the coffin, and the old chief's body had fallen straight to the ground.

"Old chief—" The people were terrified, and they cried out to gather around.

I don't know who shouted: "The old chief committed suicide in shame, I was so humiliated by the Zhou royal family, do we have to endure it forever?"

"Can't, can't—" Countless arms shouted with fluttering arms.

A man jumped on the high stone in the square and complained, "Ladies and gentlemen, Ji Shangfu, the younger brother of the King of Zhou, robbed more than 100 Yi women, and abused them day and night. The countries surnamed Ji kidnapped me as a mine slave, and no one survived. If this continues, won't our Yiren tribe be cut off from the root and extinguish the seed? I propose that when this clan is in danger, the talented and courageous Huaiqing should be appointed as the new chief, and lead us to fight with the Zhou royal family. win, for future generations to fight for a worry-free world; Lose, but one death, anyway, forbearance is death, and fighting is also death, what do you say?"

"Okay—"

Everyone responded in unison, and someone had already picked up Huaiqing, who was crying, and shouted, "Anyway, it's going to be the opposite, it's better to simply call the king of Yi—"

"King Yi, King Yi—"

Huaiqing couldn't laugh or cry, but the shouts like a mountain and a tsunami no longer allowed him to refute......