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216. Chapter 216 Liu Chi is missing

In the Xia Kingdom, officials of the fourth rank and above were imprisoned in heavenly prisons, while those below the fourth rank were imprisoned in dungeons.

Nowadays, those who are imprisoned in the Tianlao are all between the first and second grades. Only Wang Bozheng, the fifth grade, is not worthy of being imprisoned in the Tianlao and can only be sent to the dungeon. However, because Di Qing and others were seriously injured, Xia Huanzhi ordered Wang Bozheng to win the hearts of the people.

During the day, Bo used his guilt to diagnose and treat everyone, but he had to go back to the dungeon at night. This was the rule of his ancestors.

So every day Wang Bo came up from the dungeon with shackles and handcuffs to change dressings for Di Qing and me.

I am a concubine and should have a place for me to go, but my identity is the princess of Anguo. Xia Huanzhi doesn't want to offend any country yet, so he puts me in a prison to keep me company.

This was the first time for the warden to see so many civil and military ministers gathered in the court. Every time he made an inspection, he had a flattered expression on his face.

Pang Xiu didn't say a word since he came in. We all know that Pang Yi's death was a huge blow to the old man. Everyone was sensible and kept quiet. Even the jailer who usually delivered meals did not dare to show any disrespect to Pang Xiu.

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Xiahou Liancheng had nothing to do, so he used straw to prick a few straw men, and asked Wang Bo for some silver needles, playing with them every day.

A few days later, a new person came to Tianlao. When he looked closely, he turned out to be Pei Yuan.

As a member of the Wu tribe, Pei Yuan was only a fourth-rank minister of Dali Temple in the Xia Kingdom. When he saw Pei Yuan, Xiahou Liancheng immediately leaned behind the iron railing and said hello: "Hey, the minister of Dali Temple is here!"

Pei Yuan didn't even care about him.

He walked straight to his cell and clicked the door shut.

For the next few days, I could hear the cells opening and closing, and everyone saying hello to each other.

"Master Song, you are here too, hahaha, what a coincidence!" Di Qing squatted on the haystack and looked at the officials coming in from the new pass with a smile.

"Hey, General Di Qing, are you feeling better?" Just like in the court, these courtiers expressed condolences to each other and smiled, without any embarrassment at all.

I was locked up in the innermost one. Although I couldn't see who came in, I knew that those who could be locked in were all people who had been promoted by Xia Yan.

It is absolutely correct to say that once the emperor is the emperor, there are always ministers.

Later, several more were imprisoned one after another, all of whom had good relations with Pang Xiu and Di Qing. After half a month, the prison was already occupied by Xia Yan's party.

But only one person is missing.

Liuchi!

Is it possible that Liuchi surrendered to Xia Huanzhi and was not imprisoned?

I quickly knocked on the wall with my hand: "Hey, Pei Yuan, Pei Yuan!"

Coincidentally, Pei Yuan lives next door to me, but I didn't get a response for a long time. I was a little unhappy: "Pei Yuan, are you dead?"

"I won't die even if you die!" Pei Yuan replied quietly and angrily from next door.

I was so happy, it seemed like I had to use this method to get him to talk.

"Where's Liuchi? Why didn't you see him come in?"

Pei Yuan ignored me again, and the answer came from the cell in front of me: "Liu Chi seems to have been missing for many days? I haven't seen him since the day he was forced into the palace!"

The person who answered me was the Minister of War, Zhao Kou, who was in charge of the mobilization of troops and the distribution of food and grass for the garrison.

I have a very deep impression of this man because his memorials always focus on two themes - lack of money and lack of food.

Xia Yan said that Zhao Kou loves money as much as his life. If anyone dares to think about military pay, he will risk his life to fight with you. For a person who loves money so much, his mansion is just a small courtyard with three entrances and three exits.

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