Zhang Meishou looked at the things that he was very familiar with in the brocade box, and a thunderbolt exploded in his brain for a while.

"This is made by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself and asked the craftsmen to make it." Wang Shouren asked as if offering a treasure: "Do you know what this little thing is for?" ”

Zhang Meishou, who was immersed in shock, would not answer his question.

"I know you can't guess." Wang Shouren took out the thing and handed it to her: "This is used to clean teeth, you see that the rows on it are inlaid with pig bristles, the hardness is moderate, I tried it last night, and it is really easy to use——"

How could Zhang Meishou not know what this was.

She took it a little dazed.

The small and delicate wooden handle has dozens of small holes drilled into the brush head, and each small hole is inlaid with short and hard bristles......

But this is clearly something he sent when she always had a toothache in the previous life - but he was already on the throne at that time, and how old is he now?

She knew very well that this thing should not be at this time.

"The old people are cloudy, and the source of caries is not gargle. But His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that rinsing his mouth alone was far from enough to remove dirt, and willow branches and other things were not meticulous enough, so he thought of using pig's bristles to inlay the wooden handle. Wang Shouren sighed: "They are also extremely smart people, why didn't I think of this method?" ”

Zhang Meishou was having mixed feelings in his heart, and he had no time to respond to his pervasive boasting.

I also heard Wang Shouren say: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has given me a lot of handfuls, count this one is the most fine, you can keep it." ”

"......" Zhang Meishou didn't speak, only nodded.

Zhu Youzhu must also be relived with his memory-

She could even confirm it already.

……

Towards evening, the old lady Zhang in the Songhe Hall woke up quietly.

People from all the rooms went to visit, and Lang Zhong was soon invited into the door.

"It's no big deal, as long as you take care of it, you won't leave any future diseases."

Hearing the diagnosis, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, it's already crazy like this, if you stay sick, the days in Songhetang really can't be lived.

After Lang Zhong left, Mrs. Zhang was about to get out of bed.

"What are you going to do?" Mrs. Zhang asked angrily.

"Slay the demons!"

Old lady Zhang put the tattered Taoist robe on her body, grabbed the dust and was about to go out.

Mrs. Zhang was so angry that her eyes turned black for a while.

He slays demons and destroys demons? She really wanted to kill him!

"Father, you have a wound on your head, and you can't go out and walk around for the time being." Zhang Luan stepped forward and patiently dissuaded.

"What is an injury? Demons and monsters are wreaking havoc in the world, and the lives are ruined, how can I blindly take care of myself? Old lady Zhang's tone was excited, and she grabbed Zhang Luan's wrist: "You go down the mountain together, so as to help Bendao!" ”

Zhang Luan: "......"

"Tie him up!" Mrs. Zhang's fingers trembled and pointed at Mrs. Zhang.

And servants came in with ropes.

Old lady Zhang sneered: "Carving insect skills, you also want to stop this way?" ”

The next moment, he was tied to the bed.

"It's a rope of immortals! Where did you get it? He struggled with a look of trepidation.

Mrs. Zhang: "That's used to tie up the dog, it's best to use it on you!" ”

Old lady Zhang just wanted to say something more, but after a glance, it was fixed on Zhang Meishou who was held in Song's arms.

"Oh, the immortals are here, the immortals help me!" He shouted at Zhang Meishou.

Song was afraid that Zhang Meishou would be frightened, so he hurriedly hugged her and hid away.

Mrs. Zhang grabbed the stinky socks that had been torn on the side and stuffed them into Mrs. Zhang's mouth herself, and she felt a lot of relief.

The people in each room left with complicated faces.

On the way back, Zhang Luan and the Song family met Liu Yiqing, who was waiting outside the Hanging Flower Gate.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the middle-aged man with a polite temperament saluted them.

"Brother Liu." Zhang Luan returned the salute with a smile.

In the past few days, he and Liu Yiqing have become acquainted, and the two have a bit of like-mindedness and hatred for each other.

"I just heard that the old lady has woken up, so I didn't dare to rush to disturb it, I don't know how the old man is recovering from his injuries?" Liu Yiqing said the reason why he was waiting here.

Zhang Luan repeated Lang Zhong's words, and said at the end: "Brother Liu can rest assured." ”

Liu Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief and made a resignation.

"It's late today, it's not too late for Brother Liu to leave tomorrow." Zhang Luan said with a smile: "Didn't Brother Liu say last time that he planned to rent a place to live in the capital? I've asked people to inquire in the past two days, and I already have a clue, and Brother Liu can just go over and have a look tomorrow. ”

Liu Yiqing listened to it and was grateful.

"Brother Liu is only eight years old, and he will be able to go to high school in the coming year. In this capital, we will come and go often in the future, so why say thank you? ”

Liu Yiqing also smiled open-mindedly when he heard this.

"Then I will borrow Zhang Xian's brother's auspicious words."

Zhang Meishou was happy to see it on the side.

She originally only wanted to help Mr. Liu avoid a catastrophe, but she didn't think that her father had a good relationship with Mr. Liu.

……

In the past few days, it can be seen that Song's mood is very good, his complexion has improved a lot, and his eyes have gradually become brighter.

His wife is in a good mood, and Zhang Luan is naturally full of energy every day, and he walks like the wind.

In Zhang Meishou's memory, he rarely saw his father like this.

Naturally, she was also very happy.

Although there are still many hidden dangers and troubles waiting for her, and the unknown number of Zhu Youzhu often appears in her mind, these will not affect her good mood in front of her.

In a person's life, the troubles cannot be solved, but after all, they only occupy a small corner of life, they have become a mess since childhood, why should people bother to enlarge it again and again?

As long as everything is going on the good side, it's worth being happy.

Zhang Meishou could already let go of Ah Li's hand and slowly walked two steps, although her movements were clumsy like a child's toddler, she was still full of confidence.

In Begonia Curry, Song rarely picked up the needle and thread and became a female celebrity.

Zhang Meishou sat on the soft couch beside her, holding a pair of scissors tied with a red rope in his hand, and was engrossed in practicing paper-cutting.

The girl looked serious, and each cut was very careful, and the afternoon sun shone through the window lattice on her small hanging bun, reflecting the original black hair with a faint golden velvet.

Aunt Zhao looked at the mother and daughter from the side, and her eyes couldn't help but be a little sour.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.

"The slave maid came to see the second lady at the order of the old lady." A crisp voice came in.

Aunt Zhao opened the curtain and went out.

The person who came was the big girl in the Songhe Hall, Qingju.

After getting the Song family's permission, Aunt Zhao invited people into the inner room.

Song temporarily put down the embroidery bandage in his hand and asked, "What do you have the old lady's orders?" ”

Qingju said: "I don't dare to say it, the old lady asked the slave and maid to come to the second wife to discuss-someone from the Deng family, saying that Mrs. Deng had a stroke that had not healed for a long time, and she invited countless doctors in Langzhong, but now it is getting more and more serious." ”

"Oh, yes." Song responded lightly.

That's a good thing.

What are the people of the Deng family doing here? It can't be a special annunciation, right?