Li Shimin

"Aye, wait a minute!"

Seeing this, Cheng Chusi was shocked.

Hastily took out another blank piece of paper from the side, put it in front of Cheng Zhijie, and explained with a flattering smile.

"Master gave each of us a pen, and asked each of us to use this pen to write hundreds of thousands of characters!"

"One hundred thousand words?"

Hearing this, Cheng Zhijie looked aside, the half page written by Cheng Chusi.

In an instant, his face was full of contempt.

"The handwriting written by the third child is better than that of your bastard!"

After speaking, he began to write by himself.

"Ok?"

The more he wrote, the more ugly Cheng Zhijie's face became.

After a few tries, I finally tried the right direction, but either the force was heavy, or it was light again.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, not only the paper was riddled with holes, but also the written words were crooked and ugly.

Finally, when I use my hands hard, the paper crumpled into a ball.

Then, he asked nonchalantly: "Why can this pen always write?"

"Back to Aye, there is an ink sac inside this pen, which can store ink. Therefore, as long as the ink in the ink sac is not empty, you can keep writing!"

Cheng Chusi quickly explained.

Cheng Zhijie opened it in the way Cheng Chusi said.

Sure enough, I saw an ink sac with only half a tube of ink left inside.

Taking advantage of this, Cheng Chusi directly brought over the small ink bottle on the side, and filled the pen with ink again.

Seeing this, Cheng Zhijie's eyes lit up.

"So that's it! Those ink masters are indeed worthy of being artisans who have been passed down for thousands of years, but they are much more powerful than those wastes like the Shaofu Supervisor and the General Supervisor. Such a good treasure can be made!"

With that said, Cheng Zhijie directly took the pen from Cheng Chusi's hand, took the bottle of ink in his hand, and walked out.

"Aye, absolutely not, the child still needs to practice calligraphy with this pen!"

Seeing this, Cheng Chusi was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly shouted.

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Cheng Zhijie turned around and stared at Cheng Chusi viciously.

"You scoundrel, after practicing for so long and writing so many pages, your handwriting is still so bad? Using this pen is the biggest waste of yours!

Do you know how many words can be written with this kind of pen and such a bottle of ink, and how useful it is to the old man and other generals?
In the future, no matter where the old man leads his troops, as long as he takes such a bottle of ink and such a pen, how many memorials and military reports can he write? "

"Naughty animal, I don't even have such a useful pen. How dare you steal it for so long?"

Cheng Zhijie glared at Cheng Chusi again, then took a pen and walked out.

After leaving Cheng Chusi's small courtyard, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his face looked happy.

And Cheng Chusi in the room, looking at his empty desk, couldn't help being stunned!

Immediately, with regret all over his face, he really should go to Zhuangzi outside the city to practice calligraphy!

In this way, if the pen was taken by Aye, there must be no possibility of getting it back. How should I practice calligraphy, and how should I face my master?

Um?and many more……

Suddenly, Cheng Chusi thought of a more terrifying thing in his mind.

Aye himself took the pen, so tomorrow, Li Chongyi and Fang Yizhi's Aye will definitely know about this pen too!

in this way……

Something big is going on!

Afterwards, Cheng Chusi hurriedly ran out.

Unfortunately, as soon as he left the gate of the mansion, he heard heavy drums.

Quiet Street Drums!
With a helpless sigh, he turned and walked home.

All night.

The next day, early in the morning, Cheng Chusi got up early and ran to the nearest mansions of Duke Cai and Duke Wei.

At this time, Cheng Zhijie, Fang Xuanling and others have all gone to the early court.

Therefore, Cheng Chusi had no scruples in looking for Fang Yizhi, Du Gou and others.

After gathering everyone together, Cheng Chusi hurriedly narrated his tragic experience yesterday.

"According to Uncle Cheng's temperament, he will definitely show off that pen to me and Aye when he wakes up today!"

"broken!"

Chang Sun Chong, Fang Yizhi and the others suddenly changed their expressions.

"Why don't I send those pens back to Li's Village? Just be my master and recall those pens!"

"Do you think you, Aye, will believe it?"

"Otherwise, I'll move to Lijiazhuang, and I won't go back to the house for a few days!"

"Are you never coming back?"

"How about I wait..."

……

After a long while, all the people couldn't help being impatient.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what should I do?"

"Could it be possible to offer it to me, Aye? But, what should I do with the one hundred thousand pen characters I've been waiting for?"

"But really, I can only offer it to Aye and tell the master's request! Then, please have gold and brass in the house, invite the bandstand and others, and then go to Aye and the others to make a new pen!"

"Exactly, I waited a few days ago, didn't I bring back some gold from the Japanese country? Make them a better pen with gold, and then engrave their surnames or characters on the pen! This is unique in the world!"

"This plan works, I'll tell Gao Ming as soon as possible!"

"Gao Ming?...Why didn't you remind me earlier, what time is it?"

"It's almost time!"

"..."

Just as Li Chongyi, Fang Yizhi and the others had guessed, the early court had just come down.Cheng Zhijie followed Li Shimin proudly to the Liangyi Hall.

Seeing this, Fang Xuanling, Li Xiaogong, Changsun Wuji and other ministers could not help but follow with curiosity on their faces.

"Hey, why didn't you go to deal with government affairs, why did you follow here?"

Coming to Liangyi Hall, Cheng Zhijie turned his head and glanced at Fang Xuanling and the others with disgust on his face.

"Okay, what kind of idea are you, old man, who doesn't know the old man and others?"

"That's right, Mr. Cheng, if you want to show off, just say it!"

Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji and the others said with disgust.

"hey-hey!"

Hearing this, Cheng Zhijie didn't hesitate, and smiled directly at Li Shimin: "Your Majesty, my old Cheng got a treasure!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Li Shimin asked with a very cooperative expression of interest: "He is the baby?"

"Your Majesty, please bring me a blank sheet of paper!"

Cheng Zhijie said proudly.

"You old man!"

Hearing this, Li Shimin laughed and cursed, without being angry, he just took a blank piece of paper and put it in front of Cheng Zhijie.

"Is it possible that you are an old bastard, and you still want to learn Xuan Ba's skills and draw a treasure map for me?"

"Haha, Your Majesty is embarrassing Su Guogong. The words written by Su Guogong are indescribable. Wouldn't the pictures drawn be more blurred?"

"Ha ha……"

Immediately, all the ministers in the entire hall laughed.

"Humph!"

Cheng Zhijie's expression became angry, and he directly took out a silk cloth from his bosom, and then took out a copper-gold exquisite small object from it.

As for Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling and others, although they have been laughing at Cheng Zhijie, they are only repaying the hatred that Cheng Zhijie ridiculed in the past, but they have been closely watching Cheng Zhijie's actions.

They didn't expect Cheng Zhijie to take out such an exquisite object suddenly, and they had never seen it before. "What is this?"

"pen!"

Cheng Zhijie laughed.

"Pen? . . . pen?"

Immediately, Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling and the others' eyes lit up, and asked Cheng Zhijie curiously.

On the side, Li Shimin, Li Xiaogong and others also reacted.

Looking at the blank paper in front of Cheng Zhijie, his face was full of anticipation.

"Exactly!"

Cheng Zhijie nodded triumphantly.

……