Wu Xiaomei is still a woman who is quite wise. She had asked Hou Fangyu to suffer some punishment before, because Li Xiangjun and Chen Yuanyuan were good friends, but she still knew what she could do and what she should not do. If she wanted to get the serious crimes of the court, she knew she would never do it.

After hearing Zhao Peng say that Li Xiangjun wants to ask him for help and find a way to rescue Hou Fangyu, Wu Xiaomei turned around and asked, "Sister Xiangjun, do you want to ask the Marquis to help him, and want him to plead in front of His Majesty and release Mr. Hou?"

Li Xiangjun lowered her head: "There is indeed something. My sister is just, but, just, I just can't bear to watch Mr. Hou go to the guillotine. If Mr. Hou is gone, I can't live alone."

"Sister Xiangjun, you are so stupid. Is it worth it to be a stinky man who has been traitor for such a soft meal?" Wu Xiaomei sighed and shook her head. She turned her head and happened to face Zhao Peng's eyes: The man she loved is many times stronger than Hou Fangyu. She is a responsible and passionate man. She took the risk to save her family and rescue the prince and princess. When she was homeless, he took in her.

"Mr. Marquis, I don't ask Your Majesty to release Mr. Hou, but I just want to give Mr. Hou a chance to survive." Li Xiangjun's eyes were filled with tears, and his big eyes looked even more pitiful.

"Whether he can survive depends on Mr. Hou himself. If he is stubborn, then His Majesty will never forgive his crimes. If he truly regrets, he is willing to confess his accomplices honestly. Perhaps His Majesty will spare him from death because he is not the main evil. It is just that he can't escape the crime of death. Whether he is castrated or exiled thousands of miles away, he doesn't know." Zhao Peng said.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and pulled Wu Xiaomei's hand: "Let's go, let's take Sister Xiangjun in and see his lover."

The three of them walked into the basement and walked to the door of the cell where Hou Fangyu was imprisoned. The Jinyiwei, who was guarding the door, saw that Zhao Peng had come, quickly took out the key and opened the door.

Zhao Peng took Wu Xiaomei and Li Xiangjun into the cell.

Li Xiangjun entered the cell and saw Hou Fangyu, who was bandaged like a mummy, lying on the bed. She felt a little heartbroken and hurried forward and held Hou Fangyu: "Young Master Hou, what's wrong with you?"

When Hou Fangyu saw Zhao Peng and Wu Xiaomei standing by the door, he did not dare to speak.

Zhao Peng put his arms around Wu Xiaomei's waist: "Let's go outside and let them say something quietly."

The two walked out of the cell. Hou Fangyu could not see Zhao Peng and Wu Xiaomei, so he hugged Li Xiangjun tightly: "Sister Xiangjun, this catfish dog named Zhao is vicious! I heard that you came in the morning and was stopped by the catfish dog. Just as you left, this catfish dog beat me hard. This catfish dog is so hateful!"

In fact, all the words Hou Fangyu had been heard by Zhao Peng outside the door. He hugged Wu Xiaomei and whispered in her ear: "Little sister, the boy named Hou even called me a catfish! He is so stubborn that even the gods can't save him!"

"Zhao Lang, Miss Xiangjun is so pitiful. You have to save her." Wu Xiaomei showed a strange smile on her face.

"How to save her?" Zhao Peng asked.

Wu Xiaomei suddenly put away her smile and said seriously: "It's just to turn her into your person, so that she will give up on Mr. Hou. Isn't that equivalent to saving her?"

Zhao Peng thought to himself: Women in this era are indeed virtuous and do not like jealous like women in later generations. Women in this era generally do not oppose their men who have more women, and of course there are exceptions. For example, if Mao Yujian, who suggested that Chongzhen cancel the post station, his wife is a jealous woman and will never allow her husband to take concubines.

Mao Yujian was an official in the capital, and his wife was not around, so he took a concubine to solve his physiological needs. He didn't know why his wife in his hometown found out, so his wife took a carriage at the post station and forced him to sell the concubine. As a result, Mao Yujian hated the post station to the core, so he proposed to cancel the post station.

As a result, a post-strait who was dismissed was sent to the post. There was a man named Li Zicheng.

Thinking of this, Zhao Peng said to Wu Xiaomei: "But, I haven't married the princess yet, so I can't do anything with other women. I'm just worried about something wrong, otherwise I'd let you pass the door long ago."

Wu Xiaomei asked with a blushing face: "Do you think I don't know? Tell me honestly, have you and Sister Kou Baimen ever lived like that?"

Zhao Peng was guilty and dared not answer.

"Hmph!" Wu Xiaomei snorted, "If you don't speak, you will agree! You can do that with Sister Kou, why can't you with Sister Xiangjun? You won't look down on her just because she is a singer, right?"

"How could it be? They are the world-famous Qinhuai Eight Beauties. How could I look down on them? I just don't want to make you unhappy. Could it be that if I find another woman, you wouldn't be unhappy?" Zhao Peng asked.

"No, I'm not a jealous woman. If you want to say you are unhappy, Your Highness and Miss Zuo may be unhappy. You can just talk to them at that time." Wu Xiaomei showed a bright smile on her face.

I don’t know how long it took for Li Xiangjun to come out of the cell. When he came out, there were still tears on his face. His pitiful appearance was very pity.

Zhao Peng asked Li Xiangjun to go back to Zhongyong Hou Mansion first and accompany Chen Yuanyuan and Kou Baimen, while he himself took Wu Xiaomei back to the Xinjun camp. Speaking of which, Zhao Peng had been given this mansion for two years, but he rarely returned to the residence. Most of the time he lived in the Xinjun camp in Nanjing or marched outside to fight.

When I returned to the family compound of the New Army Camp in Nanjing, I saw a red figure teaching a group of female soldiers to practice martial arts. The woman in red was Zuo Xianmei.

"Sister Zuo!" Seeing Zuo Xianmei, Wu Xiaomei screamed excitedly and ran up randomly.

"My little sister is back. Come on, I just happened to be itchy in my skills. Those people are no match for me at all. They are simply vulnerable. Only little sister, can you still gesture with me a few times." Zuo Xianmei turned her head and enthusiastically held Wu Xiaomei's hand.

"Sister is laughing at me, I am not my opponent." Wu Xiaomei lowered her head embarrassedly.

When Zhao Peng saw the two girls getting along well, he was worried that they would beat them to the death as soon as they met, but now he seems relieved. These two girls are like old friends who have known each other for a long time.

Since Zuo Xianmei came here, she met Wu Xiaomei. Both of them were tiger girls and both loved to practice martial arts. They exchanged martial arts skills as soon as they met yesterday, but the result was that they were equal and neither of them lost to each other.

That night, Zhao Peng went upstairs to sleep early. After a long trip to the sea, he did not have a good rest after returning to Nanjing. So as soon as it got dark, he went upstairs to rest, leaving only Wu Xiaomei and Zuo Xianmei downstairs.

All night, the two women chattered downstairs, which made Zhao Peng, who would wake up with some movement, not sleep well all night. He thought in his mind: The two women talk so much, what are you going to say?

The next morning, Zhao Peng was about to go to the imperial prison to interrogate Hou Fangyu and Huang Shu, but saw Zheng Sen come to the New Army camp to find him.

"Mr. Marquis, our Royal Shipyard in Ming Dynasty has been completed. When you were on the road, didn't you draw a drawing of a fast ship for me? Let's go to the shipyard today to check it out. Our Zheng family has the wood required for shipbuilding, and it has been shipped to Nanjing in the past few days." Zheng Sen stepped forward and said.

Zhao Peng asked: "Brother Damu, the wood for shipbuilding needs to be prepared for several years. Can you use the wood when it is shipped?"

Zheng Sen replied with a smile: "The Marquis doesn't know that this batch of wood is all ironwood bought from Nanyang by his father. It is made of ironwood. The ships are as strong as the city walls, comparable to the giant ships of the Red Maple Yi in Taixi. The red Maple Yi plywood is built of oak. The ships built by our Eastern Tieli Wood are not inferior to them at all."

"But after the iron wood is cut down, it will need to be soaked and then run for several years, otherwise the ships built will easily deform. The wood you just shipped can be built directly?" Zhao Peng asked in confusion.

Zheng Sen laughed: "When I bought this batch of wood, it was soaked in the shade and dried. After it was shipped, it could be built directly."
Chapter completed!