The water surface was misty and it was almost impossible to see clearly where the shore was and where the water was.

"Where are we swimming?" Min Weixiu almost wanted to take out the scales given to her by the fat-headed fish and began to rescue her.

It's winter now. If they stay in the water for a long time, no matter how good the water is, it will still be frozen.

Jiang Yanzhi looked around and pointed in a direction, "Weixiu, look, there is lights there. Do you remember the grandma who bought chestnuts when we came?"

Min Weixiu was happy, "Yes! It must be the grandma who is illuminating the way home for us."

It’s not that they don’t want to find a son for the grandma, but that it’s clearly a ghost ship. Even if they go to find him, the person will die long ago.

Several people swam hard to see the lights, until they could not feel the whirlpool brought by the sinking of the boat, and then stopped and looked back.

I saw that the ship with the Eight Immortal Tower wine flag had sunk almost half of it. Although the whole ship was sinking, it was half silent.

Min Weixiu recited a scripture in her heart. Although they did not see the subsequent scene, they could almost imagine what kind of tragedy it was.

"Miss Min, can you let me go from this bucket? I'm almost stinking!"

If you don’t say this, Min Weixiu felt the smell of the man in green robe said this. She looked carefully and was immediately happy, "Hey, why are you so lucky? I just took it and took a tribute bucket for you! It's really a match for you!"

The face of the green robe is greener than the clothes at this moment.

Min Weixiu was too lazy to pay attention to him. This person killed someone so much, so he was not a good person.

The group didn't know how long it took to swim before finally reaching the shore. Even Min Weixiu's face was ashen and her lips were black, not to mention the fat Jiang Yanzhi. He and An Xi and An Xi had no internal strength to stand by and had already become trembling with cold.

Min Weixiu walked over, blushed her face, rubbed Jiang Yanzhi's hands, "Persevere, let's go to the grandma who sells roasted chestnuts to warm her body."

Lu Bing touched the water on his face, "Miss Min Wu, I will hand it over to you by my three kings. I'll go to the carriage to pick up his clothes."

Their carriage was parked nearby, where the coachman was guarding.

Min Weixiu nodded, and Lu Bing ran away.

Min Weixiu held Jiang Yanzhi with one hand and An Xi with the other. From time to time, she kicked the Gong bucket with her feet, and let the man in the green robe roll over.

Fortunately, the grandma's house where the chestnuts sells is on the shore and is not far away.

The door was not closed, Min Weixiu stretched out and pushed it open.

The room was burning warmly, and the grandma stood by the stove, and ginger soup was gushing in the pot.

Min Weixiu's eyes warmed up, "Grandma, we are about to starve to death!"

The grandma who sold chestnuts sighed, "You guys don't listen to the old man's words, you are suffering from the loss. You should take off your wet clothes and drink some ginger soup. If you get infected with the cold, it will be bad."

Jiang Yanzhi nodded, pinched his nose and went to the stove to serve ginger soup. He put the ginger soup to his mouth. He suddenly jumped up and said, "Oh no, Weixiu, the account book we finally got was not wet!"

He said, taking out the account book from his arms. Sure enough, the cover was wet and looked wrinkled.

The grandma paused her hand with the spoon, covered the lid of the pot, and smiled and said, "Little Yanei might as well put this book on the stove, and bake it and it will dry. Hurry up, go change your clothes first before you come."

Jiang Yanzhi smiled, "It's a pity that there is a grandma... Weixiu, I will not take off me..."

Min Wei was so sour and looked at An Xi who was still in shock and said, "You are guarding this guy in green robe here, don't untie the rope for him!"

Then he followed Jiang Yanzhi into the inner room, "What are you doing? You won't really ask me to strip your clothes, right?"

Jiang Yanzhi shook his head with a red face. Of course he would not do such a shameless thing. But if Wei Xiu really wanted to do it, he would not refuse.

Jiang Yanzhi sighed, "Don't you find it strange? This grandma who sells chestnuts. During the day, there are almost no people around the Bian River. In such a cold day, there are no one. Why did she sell fried chestnuts? It's like waiting for us to go."

"I met by chance, it's not that I was suspicious, did she treat us so kindly? Didn't she say that her son got on the ghost boat and didn't come down? Then when we came back, why didn't she ask us if we had seen her son until now, but instead urged us to drink ginger soup..."

Min Weixiu frowned and looked out through the crack in the door. The grandma looked around and saw An Xi staring at the green robe with concentration. She reached out and grabbed the account book that Jiang Yanzhi placed on the stove and decisively sent it to the stove.

Jiang Yanzhi was right. Min Weixiu decisively took out a copper coin from her cuff, and threw it away. The copper coin hit the grandma's hand, and the account book fell into the fire pit.

An Xi was startled by the sudden scene. When she saw the account book fell into the fire, she quickly grabbed the stick and stepped on it desperately.

The grandma's face changed and she wanted to rush out of the door, but she happened to meet Lu Bing who was carrying a bag...

...

The room was burning fragrantly, An Xi rubbed her hands and smiled, "Three kings, little mother, there is nothing good in this house, so I just made do with cooking a few bowls of noodles and laying eggs. You guys eat while it's hot."

Min Weixiu nodded, and the four of them surrounded the fire barbecue and started to eat noodles squintedly.

After taking a bite, Jiang Yanzhi felt that he had come alive. They didn't dare to drink the ginger soup cooked by the grandma.

"Weixiu Weixiu, do you think we are robbing families?"

The four of them were delicious and had a hot drink. The fire was on the ground, but the owner of the house was tied aside, and it was indeed like bandits entering the house.

Min Weixiu didn't speak, and finished the noodles with hulu.

He fucked the mace beside him, "Tell me, did you kill Zhu Jiuwu?"

Seeing that the man in green robe didn't say anything, Jiang Yanzhi smiled, "If you don't say it, I'll say it. You are not a member of the Zhu family, you are the member of Yu Ze, the commander of the Sansi, right?"

"Ye Liu Huan took the account book to threaten Yu Ze, the envoy of the Three Secretary. But Yu Ze was scheming and calculating, how could someone have a handle on him? So he sent you to Zhu Gangqiang and get the account book from Liang Huan."

"Liang Huan is a ruthless character. In order to hide his family's past, he made a big plan. He used the trial sailing of the Eight Immortal Tower to poison the wine glasses of several other families, trying to poison them. After killing the people, he sank the ship, saying that it was the ship in danger and escaped cleanly."

"But he never expected that the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole was behind. Zhu Jiuwu looked very cowardly, but in fact he was brave. Liang Huan wanted to clear the past and occupy the Eight Immortal Tower. Why didn't he want to? So he used the trick, first pretending to be Liang Huan's tyrant, and waited for Liang Huan to kill the people, then killed Liang Huan, and snatched the account book and handed it to the Sansi Envoy."

"But something even more unexpected happened. The account book that Liang Huan took out was fake. After you killed someone, you ran out to search the ship, but found nothing, so you simply sank the ship. Liang Huan died, the ship sank, and the threat of the Three Sessions was temporarily lifted, so Zhu Gangqiang became a wine service and had been in a prosperous life for many years."

"It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, so Censor Zhao jumped out."
Chapter completed!