"This kind of pen is tens of thousands of times more sophisticated than a bamboo pen!"
As he spoke, Cheng Zhijie gently pulled off the pen cap, and then used the pen to draw the map on the white paper.
He is not stupid. Among all the people around him, he is the most ugly!
Only painting can barely compare.
"this……"
On the side, the eyes of Li Shimin, Fang Xuanling and others were involuntarily focused on the exquisite golden pen tip!
“Ingenious workmanship!”
Li Xiaogong couldn't help but murmured to himself.
Fang Xuanling, Li Shimin and others nodded subconsciously.
But soon, they couldn't help but frown. They actually saw Cheng Zhijie, a rough guy, put the exquisite pen tip on the paper and started drawing.
Drawing with a pen made of gold?
What an extravagant and vulgar martial artist...
Several people subconsciously looked at him with disdain.
However, soon, several people looked at the paper on which Cheng Zhijie had drawn, and their eyes gradually widened with surprise on their faces.
I saw that as the pen in Cheng Zhijie's hand moved, a clear map of the territory of the Tang Dynasty appeared on the paper.
The lines are thin, but the strokes are condensed and not scattered!
"How can this kind of pen draw such thin and clear lines?"
"Have you noticed that after painting for such a long time, you still haven't dipped it in ink?"
"What if I use this kind of pen to write?"
In an instant, Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji and others couldn't help but think of something. Their eyes were fixed on the pen in Cheng Zhijie's hand, with golden light in their eyes!
"Zhijie, where did you get this money?"
Li Shimin also asked with a shocked look on his face.
"Back to Your Majesty, this pen is specially given to Weichen by the unfilial son of Weichen's family who saw that Weichen was not used to writing with a brush!"
Cheng Zhijie seemed to have fought a war to destroy the country. He showed off proudly: "The tip of this kind of pen is made of gold, and even the withered patterns on it are the largest and rarest in the world."
The craftsman carves.
And this pen can write thousands of words with just a little ink.
With this kind of pen, Weichen only needs to carry some paper with him, and there is no need to carry a lot of things like ink sticks, inkstones, water, etc. You only need to take out this pen and you can write on the paper!"
The more he spoke, the prouder Cheng Zhijie's face became.
"Although the gangster in my family is a bit messy on weekdays, I still take care of him. I specially asked a master craftsman to make the nib of gold, and the master craftsmen in the world to embroider the patterns. These are still small things!"
Li Shimin, Fang Xuanling and others couldn't help but stare angrily, regretting that they had followed and allowed this bastard to show off!
Cheng Zhijie hasn't stopped yet. Being able to show off his pen in front of these most powerful civil servants of the Tang Dynasty is a rare occurrence in a thousand years.
"It's a pity that such a good pen should be used by the best literati in the Tang Dynasty, but now it is in the hands of this old man. However, because the writing is so thin and clear, it can write tens of thousands of words at a time without grinding the ink.
Your skills are just right for me!
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 others couldn't help but twitch their eyelids in distress. Such an ingenious pen was placed in the hands of a vulgar warrior like Cheng Zhijie. What a waste of natural resources!
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 presented to me by that bastard at Chu Si. There is only one in the world. Even if you want to make another one, it will take a year and a half, so I will do whatever it takes.
You can’t even let them out!”
Among the forty-six heroes of Wagang Village in the early years, Wei Zheng ranked first, and Cheng Zhiqiao ranked fourth. Although after surrendering to the Tang Dynasty, all the people of Wagang Village chose their own camps due to their different civil and military differences.
However, now that they are one emperor, the relationship between several people is still okay.
After saying that, without waiting for Wei Zheng to react, he directly bowed his hands to Li Shimin and saluted: "Your Majesty, the old Cheng Youwuwei has some things to do. I will go to the martial arts hall to see those brats later, so I will take my leave now!"
"Hmph, why don't you continue to show off?"
Li Shimin snorted lightly, his face full of disdain.
"Your Majesty, I have official duties to attend to!"
Cheng Zhijie said with a smile.
"Today is official business, so go ahead and get busy!"
Li Shimin nodded slowly and shouted outside: "Come here, find the prince!"
"Prince?"
In an instant, Cheng Zhijie paused, feeling something bad in his heart, and looked at Li Shimin with some confusion.
"Why is Your Majesty looking for the prince?"
"I am the Crown Prince. Why not ask the Crown Prince to present me a pen like this?"
Li Shimin looked confident.
"Your Majesty is wise!"
Hearing this, Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji and others couldn't help but shine.
"Since that boy Cheng Chusi can offer such a pen, then that bastard boy in Weichen's family cannot lag behind others!"
"Exactly, we are civil servants, and only when this kind of treasure is placed in our hands can it be in its proper place!"
Immediately, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and others couldn't help but look happy.
At this moment, Li Shimin made such a point, and they all understood.
According to Cheng Chusi's little bastard's temperament, with such a good object as a pen, can he offer it to a rough guy like Cheng Zhijie?
Cheng Zhijie, on the other hand, looked depressed.
He should have left earlier!
Soon, Li Chengqian, who didn't know anything yet, hurried to Liangyi Hall.
"My son has met my father! I have met all the princes!"
"I have met His Highness the Crown Prince!"
After greeting each other, Li Chengqian asked with some confusion: "I wonder if my father has summoned his ministers to come over, but what's the big deal?"
"Gong Su Guo just showed me a treasure, so 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, then asked with curiosity on his face: "I wonder what kind of treasure it is?"
"It is a pen made of gold. The most important thing is that this pen does not need to grind ink, so it can write slender and clear handwriting!"
Li Shimin said calmly.
"Zhijie, the prince came all the way from the East Palace, why should you take out your treasure and let the prince see it?"
"Your Majesty, this..."
Hearing this, Cheng Zhijie couldn't help but laugh in embarrassment, feeling extremely regretful.
At this moment, Li Chengqian couldn't help but feel his heart sink. He probably guessed what it was!
But, how could Cheng Chusi let the old gangster Su Guogong discover the pen?
"You can't bear to leave Zhijie, right?"
"The prince has come running over from far away. You little guy, please take out the pen and show it to the prince!"
On the side, Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji and others also cheered.
"Who can't bear to leave? How could I, Old Cheng, be such a person?"
Cheng Zhijie shouted angrily and took out the pen again.
"pen?"
At one glance, Li Chengqian recognized him.
"oh?"
Li Shimin looked stunned and asked directly: "The prince also knows this kind of pen?"
Hearing this, Li Chengqian sighed helplessly, raised his hands to Li Shimin and reported, "For the record, my father, I also have an identical pen!"