Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment and asked with a smile.

As Zhu Biao finished speaking, Hu Fei reached out from his arms and took out a delicate wooden box about three fingers wide, and held it up in his hand.

Zhu Biao hesitated for a moment, then waved to Hu Fei to come to him.

"What is this?"

Zhu Biao looked at the exquisite wooden box in Hu Fei's hand and asked curiously.

"His Royal Highness will know after seeing it."

Hu Fei said with a smile.

Zhu Biao hesitated for a moment, took the wooden box, and opened it slowly, but then the confusion on his face became more obvious.

In the wooden box, there are objects as thick as a finger. They are all golden in color. You can tell at a glance that they are made of pure gold, but their appearance is very strange. Zhu Biao has never seen it before.

Seeing this scene, even Li Shanchang couldn't help but come over and look at it curiously.

"What is this?"

Zhu Biao looked at it for a long time, but still couldn't find any clues, so he had to look at Hu Fei again and couldn't help but ask.

"This is a pen."

Hu Fei explained with a smile.

"Pen? Can this thing write?"

When Zhu Biao heard this, he couldn't help but asked in surprise. He had never seen such a pen before.

"Can."

"To be precise, it's called a fountain pen. The brush uses ink, and the ink it uses is ink. Compared with ink, the ink is relatively finer, and the written words are also slimmer. Your Highness can try it."

Hu Fei nodded and said with a smile.

In the past few days, the reason why he had been hiding in his study and forgetting to eat and sleep was to study how to make a pen. Finally, with his efforts, he finally found a way and made a pen through skilled craftsmen.

Since the King of Yan gave him a sword, it would be better for the prince to give him a pen, so that each one's writing and military skills would complement each other.

After hearing Hu Fei's answer, Zhu Biao immediately found a piece of paper and began to write a word on the paper, but the way he held the pen was the same as before.

"Can you really write words?!"

“What a novel thing!”

Seeing that he could actually write, Zhu Biao couldn't help but said in surprise, with a smile on his face.

"Your Highness, this pen is different from the brush. I'm afraid the way of holding it needs to be changed."

Hu Fei smiled, took the pen as he spoke, and explained to Zhu Biao the posture of holding the pen.

Zhu Biao followed Hu Fei's instructions and began to write a few more words on the paper. He suddenly felt much smoother and his handwriting became relatively neat.

"Okay! Good! Great!"

"I like your gift very much!"

Zhu Biao looked at the pen in his hand fondly, glanced at Hu Fei, and said with satisfaction, with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

"As long as His Highness likes it, then I will not waste my efforts."

Hu Fei smiled and said slowly.

Li Shanchang, who was on the side, looked at the pen in Zhu Biao's hand, and then examined the words Zhu Biao just wrote on the paper, with a trace of deep envy inadvertently showing on his face...
Chapter completed!