Li Shimin

"This pen is tens of thousands of times more delicate than a bamboo tube pen!"

With that said, Cheng Zhijie gently pulled off the cap of the pen, and then used the pen to start drawing the map on the white paper.

He is not stupid, among the crowd around him, his character is ugly!
Only painting can barely match it.

"This……"

On the side, the eyes of Li Shimin, Fang Xuanling and others all involuntarily focused on the exquisite golden nib!

"Ingenious!"

Li Xiaogong couldn't help muttering to himself.

Fang Xuanling, Li Shimin and others nodded subconsciously.

But soon, they couldn't help frowning again. They actually saw Cheng Zhijie put that exquisite pen tip on the paper and started drawing.

Drawing with a pen made of something golden?

What an extravagant, vulgar martial artist...

Several people subconsciously looked contemptuous.

However, soon, several people looked at the piece of paper that Cheng Zhijie drew, their eyes gradually widened, and their faces were full of surprise.

I saw that with the movement of the pen in Cheng Zhijie's hand, a clear map of the territory of the Tang Dynasty appeared on the paper. ,
The lines are slender, but the strokes are condensed and not scattered!
"How can this pen draw such thin and clear lines?"

"Did you all find out that after painting for so long, you haven't even dipped in the ink yet?"

"What if you use this pen to write?"

In an instant, Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji and the others couldn't help but think of something, their eyes were fixed on the pen in Cheng Zhijie's hand, and their eyes were shining with gold!
"Zhijie, where did you get this money from?"

Li Shimin also asked with a shocked face.

"Returning to Your Majesty, this pen of Weichen is the unfilial son of Weichen's family who saw that Weichen was not used to writing with a brush, so he specially presented this pen to Weichen!"

Cheng Zhijie seemed to have fought a big battle to destroy the country, and he showed off proudly: "The nib of this pen is made of gold, and even the engravings on it are rare in the world. Artisan carving.

There is also this pen, which can write thousands of words with just a little ink.

With this kind of fountain pen, Weichen only needs to carry some paper with him, and he doesn't need to carry a lot of things like ink sticks, inkstones, clear water, etc., just take out this pen, and he can write on the paper! "

The more he talked, the more smug Cheng Zhijie looked.

"Although that bastard of my family is a bit of a mess on weekdays, he still cares about him. He specially asked a master craftsman to make a nib made of gold, and a master craftsman in the world to engrave the pattern. These are still trivial matters!"

Li Shimin, Fang Xuanling and the others couldn't help glaring, regretting that they had followed, and let this bastard show off!
Cheng Zhijie hasn't stopped yet. It's rare to see a fountain pen in front of these most powerful civil servants in the Tang Dynasty.

"It's a pity that such a good pen should be used by the best literati in the Tang Dynasty, but now it is entrusted to the hands of this old man. However, because the writing is so thin and clear, it can write tens of thousands of characters at a time without grinding the ink. His ability is just suitable for this old man!

hey-hey……"

As he spoke, Cheng Zhijie couldn't hold back, grinned, and wrote a few words on the white paper again.

Seeing this, Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji and the others couldn't help but twitch their eyelids with distress. Such an ingenious pen should be placed in the hands of a vulgar warrior like Cheng Zhijie, what a waste of nature!

After a while.

Wei Zheng on the side couldn't hold back, and asked tentatively: "Zhijie, can this pen..."

However, before he finished speaking, Cheng Zhijie refused.

"Brother Wei, this pen is a piece of filial piety dedicated to me by that bastard Chu Si, and there is only one in the world. Even if I want to make another one, it will take a year and a half, so I don't care. You can't let them out!"

Among the 46 heroes in Wagangzhai in the early years, Wei Zheng ranked first, and Cheng Zhi beat was fourth. Although after surrendering to the Tang Dynasty, all the people in Wagangzhai chose their own camp because of their differences in culture and martial arts.

However, now that there is one emperor, the relationship between several people is still okay.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wei Zheng's reaction, he bowed his hands directly to Li Shimin and saluted: "Your Majesty, the old Cheng Youwuwei still has some things to do, and he has to go to the martial arts hall to see those bastards later, so I will leave first!"

"Hmph, why don't you continue to show off?"

Li Shimin snorted directly, with disdain on his face.

"Your Majesty, I still have official duties to attend to!"

Cheng Zhijie said with a smile.

"Today is official business, so let's go to work first!"

Li Shimin nodded slowly, and then shouted outside: "Come on, find the prince!"

"Prince?"

In an instant, Cheng Zhijie's footsteps stopped, and he felt something was wrong in his heart, and looked at Li Shimin with some doubts.

"What is your majesty looking for the prince?"

"I am the prince, Aye, so why not ask the prince to present me with a pen like this?"

Li Shimin looked confident.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Hearing this, the eyes of Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji and others beside him couldn't help but brighten.

"Since that kid Cheng Chusi can present this kind of pen, then that bastard in Weichen's family can't be left behind!"

"Exactly, we are civil servants. Only by placing this kind of treasure in our hands can we find the right place!"

Immediately, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and the others couldn't help but beam with joy.

This time, Li Shimin made such a quick call, and they all understood.

According to Cheng Chusi's little bastard's temperament, with such a good thing as a pen, can he take the initiative to offer it to Cheng Zhijie, a rough guy?

Cheng Zhijie, on the other hand, was full of depression.

He should have left sooner!

Soon, Li Chengqian, who didn't know anything yet, hurried to Liangyi Hall.

"I have seen my father! I have seen all the princes!"

"I have seen His Royal Highness!"

After seeing each other, Li Chengqian asked with some doubts: "I don't know what's the big deal when the father summons the sons and ministers?"

"Su Guogong just showed me a treasure, and I called you over to open your eyes too!"

Li Shimin said with a gentle face.

"Thank you, Father!"

Li Chengqian saluted Li Shimin again, and asked curiously, "I don't know what kind of treasure it is?"

"It is a pen made of gold. The most important thing is that this pen can write thin and clear handwriting without grinding ink!"

Li Shimin said quietly.

"Zhijie, the crown prince has come so far from the East Palace, why should you take out your treasure and let the crown prince meet you!"

"Your Majesty, this..."

Hearing this, Cheng Zhijie couldn't help but sneered with embarrassment, feeling extremely regretful.

And this time, Li Chengqian's heart sank, he probably guessed what it was!
But, how could Cheng Chusi let the old hooligan Su Guogong discover the pen?
"Isn't Zhijie reluctant to part with it?"

"The prince is running over from afar, you bastard, quickly take out the pen and let the prince have a look!"

On the side, Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji and others also booed.

"Who can't bear it? How could my old Cheng be such a person?"

Cheng Zhijie yelled angrily, and took out the pen again.

"pen?"

At a glance, Li Chengqian recognized it.

"Oh?"

Li Shimin was stunned, and asked directly: "The prince also knows this kind of pen?"

Hearing this, Li Chengqian sighed helplessly in his heart, and reported to Li Shimin, "I want to tell my father, my son also has a pen that is exactly the same!"

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