Li Shimin

Wu Lao Si quickly explained.

"Misunderstanding!"

Cheng Zhijie stared straight at his eyes, and said angrily, "I don't know what kind of virtue that evil animal is? He can concentrate on reading for an hour in the study, and I can suspect that he is not my cub!"

Wu Laosi looked helpless.

Just based on that temperament and appearance, you don't have to doubt it!

"Master, Da Lang is writing...it should be practicing writing!"

"Writing?"

Hearing this, Cheng Zhijie was taken aback again.

Immediately, his face was full of joy, and he hurriedly asked Wu Laosi: "You mean that evil person is writing again? This evil person must have done something wrong in Lijiazhuang again, and was punished by King Jin."

"Do you know how many pages that evil barrier has written?"

"Master, Da Lang seems to have written ten pages!"

Wu Laosi hurriedly replied.

"Only ten pages?"

Cheng Zhijie looked disgusted, "This kid is really a waste as he learns more and more. It's so difficult to write a mere confession book. I really doubt whether this evil is my seed!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up directly and walked outside.

"The old man wants to see, this evil person has been hiding in the house, holding back for so long, what kind of confession did he come up with?"

Seeing this, Wu Lao Si hurriedly followed, and at the same time curled his lips subconsciously, you want to go and see the excitement!

It's a pity that Dalang let you down this time!

soon.

After passing through several courtyards, he came to Cheng Chusi's small courtyard.

A maid who was carrying a pot of hot tea was about to go to the study.

Looking up, he saw Cheng Zhijie approaching with big strides, his expression changed slightly, and he was about to open his mouth, but seeing Cheng Zhijie's fierce eyes, he couldn't help trembling slightly, so he stood quietly at the same place, and walked towards Cheng Zhijie I saluted.

Seeing this, Cheng Zhijie's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he turned his head and looked into the room through the glass window.

Sure enough, he saw his own beast, sitting at the desk by the window, holding a small copper-colored iron rod in his hand, quickly drawing on the paper.

On the side, there is a stack of papers filled with densely packed small characters.

With a concentrated expression, he didn't notice that there was someone outside the courtyard.

Cheng Zhijie directly opened the thick curtain and walked in.

Slowly walking behind Cheng Chusi, he noticed that what his evil hand was holding was not a small iron rod, but a pen that could write black characters!

It's a bit like a bamboo tube pen, but this pen is tens of thousands of times more beautiful than a bamboo tube pen!

Moreover, the golden pen must be made of gold.

There are circles of exquisite patterns engraved on the body of the pen, making Cheng Zhijie, the boss, a little obsessed with it.

"You girl quickly poured water on me, and then squeezed my shoulders, what are you doing standing behind me stupidly?"

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Cheng Chusi thought it was the servant girl who had just gone out to fetch hot water, so he ignored it.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, so he couldn't help but scolded.

Unexpectedly, after speaking, there was still no movement.

Cheng Chusi felt something was wrong, so he turned his head subconsciously, looked behind him, and saw a big fluffy black face that was familiar and frightened him, and he shivered in shock.

"what……"

Immediately, he stood up in a panic.

"Ah... Aye, when did you come?"

"Hmph, the old man is here, and I still need to report to you in advance?"

Cheng Zhijie glared at Cheng Chusi, and before Cheng Chusi could react, he lifted Cheng Chusi up.

And the pen that Cheng Chusi was still holding tightly appeared in front of Cheng Zhijie.

Cheng Zhijie snatched it again, and the pen changed from Cheng Chusi's hand to his.

He widened his eyes and watched carefully.

"What is this?"

Seeing Cheng Zhijie's green eyes, Cheng Chusi hurriedly said: "Aye, this is just a small object, dip it in ink, and you can use it to write!"

"Evil, don't lie to me!"

Cheng Zhijie's face became angry, "Old man obviously looked at it for a long time, you have written this thing on paper for a long time, and you haven't dipped it in ink yet. Moreover, this nib is made of gold, with this engraving, this workmanship, you are a wicked old man!" Blind?"

"Also, the strokes of the words written on this exquisite little object are still so delicate, but they can still be seen clearly. How dare you deceive this old man?"

The more he talked, the more furious Cheng Zhijie became.

"It seems that Yeye hasn't slapped you for a while, so that you have forgotten the taste of the stick!"

Hearing this, Cheng Chusi's expression changed drastically.

"Aye, forgive me! This thing is called a fountain pen, and it is a fountain pen specially made by the master who asked the ink master and music table craftsman in Li's village!"

"pen?"

Cheng Zhijie was taken aback, and asked, "This thing is made of copper and gold, why is it called a fountain pen?"

"Aye, forgive me, the child doesn't even know!"

As Cheng Chusi was talking, he suddenly saw Cheng Chusi's unfriendly eyes, and quickly explained: "It's also possible that the first pen Master made was made of steel, so it was named fountain pen!"

"Hmph, you're a smart kid!"

As he spoke, Cheng Zhijie chuckled, then sat down on the chair, grabbed the pen, and tried to write.

……

Chapter 562 Cheng Chusi: Something big has happened!

"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..."