The morning sun is slowly rising, and with the start of the final match, the wargame has reached its third day in the blink of an eye.

The process of this scene was not as long as any of the previous rounds, and all the spectators who were watching on the side were red-eyed, but looking at the two people who walked up to the high platform in the morning sun in the morning light, everyone's eyes widened and they felt that the trip was worthwhile.

Because after one elimination after another, it finally came to the last one.

And since it is the last one, it is naturally extraordinary.

After the bell rang at the beginning, when Ying Baoyue and Helan Cheng walked to the chessboard in the center of the stargazing platform, the ceremonial official on the side gave the chessboard not a chess box, but pen and ink and two scrolls.

"What is this doing?" Gui Li, who was leaning on Guichen's side, watched this scene and his eyes widened. Although she didn't know how to play chess, she had been watching it here for three days, thinking that everyone was already familiar with the process, but she didn't expect to see this novel scene.

"This is ......" Guichen had vaguely heard people say before, but it was also the first time he had seen it.

"It's a ritual called chess." Fortunately, at this time, the enthusiastic people on the side, a certain Dongwu stepson interjected.

"Open chess?" Gui Li looked at Zhao Guang in surprise, "Why didn't you see it before?" ”

"It's a ceremony that can only be seen in finals." At this time, Ji Qingyuan on the side also opened his mouth to explain.

"The so-called opening ceremony is for the two players who participated in the final to write a sentence on a blank reel. The scrolls are hung on the side of the large chessboard that is shown to the public, and at the end of the game, the winners and losers are drawn in order of victory and defeat. ”

"Next word?" Gui Li wondered, "Why do you want to write a sentence?" ”

"The sentence written by the chess player is his interpretation of his chess path," Ji Qingyuan said quietly.

He knew it because it was his mother who designed the ceremony.

When he was a child, he didn't understand why his mother had designed such a ritual that seemed to have nothing to do with chess, but it wasn't until he saw the battle between Himeki and Takubahiro three years ago, and saw the man's victory at the end of the long journey, and the scrolls rolling down the chessboard with the victory, that he finally understood his mother's intentions.

Chess is a spiritual thing, and with the final victory, it is a thing to show a sentence containing your own spirit to the world.

That scene will be the final and most passionate climax of the wargame battle, and it will be the most vivid and concentrated manifestation of the practitioner's talent.

At the same time, it is also a test.

He looked at the chessboard and opened the scroll given by the ceremonial officer, and picked up Ying Baoyue and Helan Cheng, who were written on the blank paper with pen and ink, with a somewhat complicated expression.

His mother designed this ritual at a very high level, but the requirements for the level of the practitioner ...... It's still as high as ever.

After all, this requires the practitioner not only to be proficient in martial arts, but also to be proficient in literature.

The shorter the words, the harder it is to write, and this scroll is no less difficult than writing an article in public. That sentence can raise the atmosphere if it is written well, and if it is not written well, it will only make the atmosphere fall to the freezing point in an instant.

If it weren't for both civil and military, this rare opportunity to display would have turned into a personal execution at the top of the list.

Besides, the loser's reel is not unshown, but it will be pulled after the reel at the top of the list is pulled down, and if this second place is written better than the top of the list, it will even make people doubt the level of the top of the list.

According to the rules, the two of them only have a stick of incense, although the time is short, but such an important sentence naturally has to be thought about, Helan Cheng is thinking about it with a pen, and the people around him are also speculating about what these two people will write.

"I'm afraid that Gongzi Helan has already thought about it...... After all, he made it to the finals and was ...... nine out of ten."

"But as for the former Qin princess...... What can she write? ”

The onlookers looked at Ying Baoyue with a subtle expression, and the voices of doubt were endless.

"Anyway...... Did the princess learn poetry, books, and the art of war? ”

"Whether you have studied or not, you can't compare with the sons, but the sons are all rich and rich, and everyone does good articles. The princess can't even write an article, so I guess I'll write two lines of poetry indiscriminately......"

"When the time comes, I guess it's going to be embarrassing again......"

"But there's no way, what kind of system does a woman learn these things for, how can a princess have the talent to learn......"

Ji Qingyuan's eyes turned cold when he heard this.

He had sat on the roof and heard the girl faintly mention it.

The saints are instructive, but on the Shanhai Continent, women and men do not have the same opportunity to be taught from birth.

The so-called practical learning, which is something that men learn, has nothing to do with women.

And she and his mother had tried hard to change all this, including letting the Jixia School Palace recruit female bachelors, establishing women's schools all over the mainland, and his mother also proposed to set up women's imperial examinations in the court.

But before all this was done, she and his mother left this world one after another.

And their talents, their ideals, are buried in the dust of history, and no one knows about them anymore.

At this time, beside Ying Baoyue, when she picked up the pen, the ceremonial officer on the side looked at her and smiled meaninglessly, and spoke.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, if you can't think of it, just write a little ......"

He glanced at Helan Cheng, who was still thinking, and said to Ying Baoyue with a smile, "But after Helan Gongzi thinks about it, you can't delay it any longer, you ......"

But at this moment, the ceremonial official's mocking words suddenly stopped, and he looked at the woman who rolled up the scroll in front of him in amazement.

"Alright," Ying Baoyue put the scroll back into the tray in the officer's hand, "hang it up." ”

The surrounding people were stunned.

"So fast?" Zhao Guang's eyes widened, "Did she write seriously?" Helan Cheng is still thinking about it! ”

"For her, this is not fast," Ji Qingyuan on the side glanced at him, "It's that kid who has no ability." ”

Zhao Guang was choked. At this time, Helan Cheng, who had no ability in Ji Qingyuan's mouth, finally thought about it, wrote the scroll and put it on the plate.

The sealed scroll of the two men is suspended from the edge of a large vertical chessboard, and this unique ritual ends.

Then we finally returned to the normal process, guessing before the game began.

Everyone was nervous again, after all, the result of guessing first has a considerable impact on the final victory or defeat.

(After anti-theft, replace after 15 minutes)

"Whether you have studied or not, you can't compare with the sons, but the sons are all rich and rich, and everyone does good articles. The princess can't even write an article, so I guess I'll write two lines of poetry indiscriminately......"

"When the time comes, I guess it's going to be embarrassing again......"

"But there's no way, what kind of system does a woman learn these things for, how can a princess have the talent to learn......"

Ji Qingyuan's eyes turned cold when he heard this.

He had sat on the roof and heard the girl faintly mention it.

The saints are instructive, but on the Shanhai Continent, women and men do not have the same opportunity to be taught from birth.

The so-called practical learning, which is something that men learn, has nothing to do with women.

And she and his mother had tried hard to change all this, including letting the Jixia School Palace recruit female bachelors, establishing women's schools all over the mainland, and his mother also proposed to set up women's imperial examinations in the court.

But before all this was done, she and his mother left this world one after another.

And their talents, their ideals, are buried in the dust of history, and no one knows about them anymore.

At this time, beside Ying Baoyue, when she picked up the pen, the ceremonial officer on the side looked at her and smiled meaninglessly, and spoke.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, if you can't think of it, just write a little ......"

He glanced at Helan Cheng, who was still thinking, and said to Ying Baoyue with a smile, "But after Helan Gongzi thinks about it, you can't delay it any longer, you ......"