The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 454 Painting Again
"Competition of swords?"

Wang Chen was taken aback for a moment, seeing the empress nodding seriously, he suddenly smiled wryly.

"what happened?"

Seeing Wang Chen wryly smiling, the empress frowned.

She hopes to witness through Wang Chen how powerful her sword skills are.

You know, so far, I have never practiced a knife, but a few days ago, I actually used a knife for real, and the fighting power of myself with the knife is much stronger than before.

She really wanted to figure out the reason, and wanted to see what happened to herself.

"I don't think there is any need to compete."

Wang Chen said calmly, although he didn't know why the empress wanted to compete with him in sword skills, but Wang Chen didn't think it was necessary.

If it's a fight for strength, you can raise your hand and surrender. If it's because of other things, you don't need to try your sword skills.

When I was young, I often competed with Wang and the others in sword skills, but since their accident, my sword is basically no longer a sword for competition.

As long as I take out the knife now, I will basically see blood, which I can't control even faintly.

"I've never touched a knife before."

Wang Chen refused, which made the empress feel a little uncomfortable, but she didn't insist anymore, but sat in front of the desk, gently stroking the long knife placed on the desk.

Wang Chen didn't speak, he leaned against the window and listened quietly to the empress.

The hand holding the knife paused slightly, the empress sighed, and said mockingly: "But just a few days ago, I actually used a knife, and the one who held the knife was actually stronger than the one who didn't. "

Wang Chen faintly understood what the empress meant, and he took out a cigarette from his pocket again, lit it and smoked it.

Breathing out a long puff of smoke, he looked at the long knife on the table, his pupils sometimes collapsed, and sometimes he said in a concentrated voice: "It's normal, there is a world of difference between having a weapon and not having a weapon when killing people."

"I understand this truth, but..."

The empress shook her head and smiled wryly. Of course she understood that in a life-and-death struggle, there was a world of difference between having weapons and not having weapons.

Especially for two people with the same strength, one with a weapon and the other without a weapon, often at that time, the role of the weapon will be fully exerted.

But my own situation is different. When I picked up the long knife, it seemed that the long knife was a part of my body, and it often had very terrifying power when I used it.

She has been thinking about this situation for several days, but she just can't think of anything.

"Since you understand, you don't need to think about it."

The empress's words were not finished, but it was not difficult to understand, Wang Chen smoked a cigarette slowly, and said leisurely.

No matter why this situation happened, as long as she can display one hundred and two percent of her strength with the long knife, there is nothing to think about.

After all, for people at the level of the empress, if they can increase their strength, it means that they have shortened the distance from the peak.

This is a good thing, not a bad thing.

The empress opened her mouth, but finally found that she didn't know what to say.

Sighing for a long time, the empress slowly stood up and stood in front of Wang Chen. Those beautiful eyes looked at Wang Chen almost unblinkingly.

"Anything else to ask?"

Wang Chen was a little uncomfortable being stared at by the empress, he moved his gaze out of the window, and asked in calm words.

"Draw me another picture."

The empress pointed to the paper on the desk, hesitated for a while and said to Wang Chen.

The painting Wang Chen drew last time did not bring me any inspiration, but there was a faint familiar taste in that painting.

It's not that the person on that painting is familiar to him, but the smell emanating from that painting is vaguely familiar to him.

Coupled with what happened a few days ago, she felt that if Wang Chen drew another picture for herself, a miracle might really happen, and it would remind her of some things she didn't remember.

"Row."

Wang Chen nodded, and came to the desk, he slightly pushed the long knife aside, picked up the pen and paper, and began to draw.

Anyway, I am idle now, so I can draw a picture.

But just when he started to paint, Wang Chen didn't know what to draw.

His hand holding the pen didn't come down for a long time, and the brows were tightly wrinkled, which seemed a bit pitiful.

"you……"

A few minutes later, the empress saw that Wang Chen was hesitant to write. When she spoke, Wang Chen's frown eased, and the hand holding the pen began to drop.

When painting, five people flashed in Wang Chen's mind. These five people were himself when he was a child, and Wang and the others.

The empress didn't say what to draw, so Wang Chen decided to... draw five of himself when he was young.

After more than ten minutes, a simple sketch has been drawn.

The empress stood by the side and watched silently. After looking at the five people in the painting, she knew what Wang Chen was going to paint.

But the empress did not stop it, because no matter how well the painting was done, she just wanted to get the inspiration she wanted from the artistic conception in it.

At this moment, Wang Chen's body and mind are in this painting, he doesn't know what the empress is thinking, he only knows that he must paint this painting well.

After more than half an hour, Wang Chen finally stopped writing.

After he stopped writing, he threw away the already extinguished cigarette butt dangling from the corner of his mouth, let out a long breath, and wiped the cold sweat off his brow with his hand.

The empress looked at the painting, and the five people in the painting were perfectly painted by Wang Chen. Although they were not as real as those in the photos, they looked like real people.

Especially the temperament of each of them has been highlighted, which is not comparable to photos.

The empress was sitting in front of the desk, she rested her chin on her hands, and looked at the painting without blinking. After looking at it for a while, she pointed to the person in the middle of the painting and said to Wang Chen: "What's wrong with your hair when you were young?" so long?"

"No time to cut."

Wang Chen rubbed his nose, and said in embarrassment that when he was a child, his hair was indeed very long, and it was comparable to that of a woman. He even said that his hair was also very long half a year ago, but he cut it off when he left that city. .

Because I was busy improving my strength at that time, my schedule was very tight, and I didn't want to waste time on such trivial things as cutting my hair.

If it wasn't for the fear of not taking a bath and making my body smelly, I wish I could spend all the time in the bath for training.

The empress nodded understandingly, and then shifted her gaze to the only girl in the painting. She looked at the girl with a strange light in her eyes.

Because, for some reason, she always felt that the aura of this woman was very familiar to her!

(End of this chapter)