The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 362

Wang Chen was still thinking about what the empress told him just now, when he suddenly saw the empress mentioning her matter, his eyes turned to the faceless painting held by the empress.

After pondering for a while, Wang Chen nodded his head and said: "Drop some ink at will, if you stain your painting, don't blame me."

"fine."

The empress shook her head. She had already engraved this faceless painting in her heart. Except that she didn't know how to paint the face, she could trace the rest within a few minutes.

Wang Chen said so after seeing the emperor, and took the faceless painting in her hand, and spread it on the desk.

He didn't write immediately, but frowned and began to think.

The empress asked herself to draw a face on this faceless face, obviously not out of impulse, but to see if the things she traced could trigger some memories in her, or let her understand something.

It's just how difficult it is to trace this faceless painting. The chance of success is only one in a billion. After all, this is not an ordinary painting. The person on this faceless painting really exists, but no one knows how long it is. What does it look like, how big is it, is it male or female.

The empress did not urge Wang Chen either, he stood aside and waited quietly, looking at Wang Chen with hope in his eyes.

Hua Cai'er, who had been silent all this time, looked at the empress with doubts in her eyes, and she didn't understand what she wanted to do.

After staying in a daze for more than ten minutes, Wang Chen slowly picked up a sketch pen, closed his eyes and began to sketch based on his feeling.

This time, Wang Chen's hand didn't pause at all, instead it was like flowing water, giving people a pleasing feeling.

The Empress and Hua Cai'er looked at the painting curiously, wanting to see what kind of face Wang Chen would draw, but after looking at it for a while, they were a little disappointed.

Because on the cheeks in that painting, although Wang Chen sketched out the eyebrows and nose, the eyes and mouth have not yet been drawn.

And even if they are all drawn, judging from the situation, it is estimated that there is a big gap with the prediction in the heart of the empress.

Wang Chen didn't know what the empress and Hua Cai'er were thinking, he had completely given up his sanity now, let himself fall into a half-drowsy state, and painted this picture, relying entirely on the conditioned reflex of his body.

Soon, a human face appeared on the faceless painting, and this cheek was relatively unfamiliar to both the empress and Hua Cai'er.

This is a woman's face, and this woman is not good-looking at all, but very ugly, as if that face is very uncoordinated.

Just when the empress was disappointed, Wang Chen paused slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the painting.

Looking at the face he had drawn, he pondered for a while, and just when the empress was about to speak, he picked up his pen again.

His hand trembled slightly, and he stretched the eyebrows of that painting a little bit, and the people in that painting became a little more beautiful and coordinated.

Both the empress and Hua Cai'er noticed this scene, and both women looked at the portrait in amazement, especially the empress, and strands of hope arose in her heart again.

After mending the eyebrows of that painting, Wang Chen stared at the eyes of that painting in a daze, sighed and said: "If you are dead...you should live..."

The empress and empress did not understand what Wang Chen meant at all. Before they could think of the deep meaning of that sentence, Wang Chen picked up the pen again, made the eyes of the painting a little bigger, and turned his head to look at it. A glance at the empress, and then a little bit in the pupil of that painting.

Following his point, the words have been coordinated again, and the person in the painting has changed from ordinary to very beautiful.

Wang Chen didn't modify the mouth in that painting, but smiled silently, slightly changing the face in that painting to be thinner and the chin sharper.

Following Wang Chen's change, the empress and Hua Cai'er suddenly discovered that this painting looked familiar, and the person in the painting changed from being ordinary or even ugly before, to the limit of beauty.

After doing all this, Wang Chen casually threw away the sketch pen in his hand, and picked up a brand new brush in the pen holder.

Gently touching the tip of the brush, Wang Chen casually dipped a little red ink, and closed his eyes instantly.

As he closed his eyes, a faint aura emerged from his body, and an invisible aura began to circulate around him. Although the empress and empress couldn't see it, they were both masters and could feel it.

"A brushstroke of cinnabar...hasn't been returned yet."

After brewing for more than half a minute, Wang Chen opened his eyes again, quickly dipped a little red ink on the brush again, and then tapped the tip of the brush lightly on the eyebrows of that painting.

At this point, the faces of the Empress and Hua Cai'er instantly showed disbelief.

That painting is still the same painting, but that painting has already allowed them to distinguish whether the person in the painting is a man or a woman, and it seems that with Wang Chen's last stroke, this painting has brought life .

They had an inexplicable feeling in their hearts, as if the person in the painting was about to walk out of the paper, and it lasted for more than a minute before this feeling disappeared.

Throwing the brush aside casually, Wang Chen stretched out his hand to wipe off the capillary sweat on his head, pointed at the painting and said to the Empress with a wry smile: "This is what I painted, does it have no effect?"

The empress did not answer Wang Chen, but turned to look at Hua Cai'er and asked, "Cai'er, how do you feel?"

"At the beginning, I could tell it was a woman in the painting, but after the last grain of cinnabar he touched, I couldn't tell whether the painting was a man or a woman."

Hua Cai'er gave a wry smile, Wang Chen's last stroke can be said to be a stroke of genius, or it can be said to be a failure.

The reason why it is a stroke of genius is because Wang Chen's last stroke was infused with energy and spirit, faintly adding something to this painting.

The reason why it is said to be a failure is because the empress does not like to appreciate paintings, she just wants to find someone.

Now that Wang Chen's strokes made them unable to assess whether this person was a man or a woman, how would they find it next?
Hua Cai'er is very suspicious, this is Wang Chen's willful work!

"Sorry, this is already the limit of what I can do."

Hearing Hua Cai'er's comment, Wang Chen smiled wryly. He didn't know who they were looking for, and he had no clue at all.

This is already the limit of what I can do, and if I continue to paint, this painting will be worse and worse by myself.

The empress smiled lightly at Wang Chen and shook her head, walked to the desk and put away the painting, then picked up the half mask on the desk and put it on her face, and said softly to Wang Chen, "Thank you this time."

"what I should do."

Wang Chen looked at the back of the empress and shook his head, took out his mobile phone to check the time, said goodbye to the empress, then turned and left.

For me today, I have gained too much, and I have to digest it well.

(End of this chapter)