At the top of the peak, He Guogong leaned against the railing, leaning forward very strongly, as if he wanted to see the scene in the pavilion more clearly.
The official was very worried looking at this scene, and hurried forward to support him, but saw the shock and incredible emotions on his face.
It seems that the chess game has been decided, but who will win
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In the Sanqing Temple, Zenzi stood in front of the threshold, looking at the new mountain after the rain, with a gratified smile on his face.
Behind him, the Taoist had already finished setting the chess, but he didn't see clearly the final position.
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The atmosphere in the palace was a little tense, and the eunuchs were making the final inspection of the imperial chariot.
It didn't take long to fly from the palace to Qipanshan, but the preparations for Shengjia's trip were too troublesome.
What's more troublesome is that last night, the mouth of the Zhuo River downstream suddenly collapsed, and His Majesty called a temporary court meeting, which delayed a lot of time.
The door of the palace opened, and before the Prime Minister and the Minister of the Ministry of Industry who had been urgently called into the palace came out, a bright yellow flashed in front of people's eyes.
The imperial chariot, which was suspended half a foot on the ground, sank slightly. The eunuchs knew that His Majesty had sat down, breathed a sigh of relief, and prepared to set off.
In their impression, the game between chess masters has always taken a lot of time, and it should be too late to rush to Qipanshan at this time.
Suddenly there was movement at the palace gate in the distance, an eunuch ran over with light smoke on his feet, knelt down in front of the imperial chariot, and whispered a few words.
A meaningful laugh came from the imperial chariot, followed by a clear voice.
"Since the outcome has been decided, let's go to the imperial concubine's palace."
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There were four concubines sealed in the palace, two of them had passed their lifespan and were buried in Dongling, and the other was old and rarely appeared.
Now when it comes to the noble concubine, it is naturally the concubine Hu Gui who is deeply favored by the emperor.
Concubine Hu Gui had already finished dressing up and was waiting for the order to set off at any time.
His Majesty did not forget what he had promised her, and after he decided to go to Qipanshan to watch chess, he sent someone to inform her.
This kind of favor is indeed rare in the palace, but there is no complacent expression on her face, but a little anxious.
Her majesty was persuaded by her to go to Mei to watch chess, because she really wanted to see Jing Jiu humiliated by Tong Yan or other chess masters.
The development of things was even more wonderful than she imagined. Jing Jiu met Tong Yan at the very beginning.
What happened next was beyond her imagination.
She kept walking in front of the window, not in the mood to look at the crabapple flowers outside the window at all, and said to herself: "What's going on here, why haven't you lost yet?"
For some reason, she suddenly didn't want to go to Qipanshan.
A court lady hurried in and said, "Your Majesty is coming."
Concubine Hu Gui was stunned, and said, "Aren't you going to Qipanshan?"
The maid looked at her with some hesitation, and said, "That game of chess is over..."
Concubine Hu Gui is famous for her innocence and straightforwardness, but she is also extremely intelligent. She guessed the result when she saw the palace lady's expression, and she couldn't help shouting in surprise: "How is this possible?"
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Tong Yan's white chess piece did not land on the chessboard in the end, but was gently put back into the chess urn.
The victory and defeat have been divided.
All was quiet.
The sound of rainwater dripping from the eaves of the pavilion is a bit thrilling.
With a buzz, the crowd exploded.
It's not a discussion, because people don't know what to say, and they don't know how to comment on the chess game and the final result.
Those sounds are interjections or onomatopoeias.
Tong Yan is recognized as the strongest chess player in the world, and even in the eyes of many people, including Master Guo, he is already the strongest chess player in the past and present.
Today he lost to Jing Jiu.
Who can not be shocked
Looking at the two people in the pavilion, He Zhan's emotions were a little complicated, and then he restrained his mind and bowed solemnly.
Que Niang and Shang Jiu Lou also saluted.
About half of the people present saluted the seemingly ordinary pavilion.
They are expressing their respect and gratitude.
Thanks to Jing Jiu and Tong Yan for playing this game of chess.
Gu Yuanyuan finally woke up at this time, looking at the movement around him, he asked in a daze, "The result came out? Who won?"
Without waiting for anyone to answer, he shook his head and murmured, "Who can beat them..."
He was in a trance at this moment, but he had a certain idea in his heart.
People like Jing Jiu and Tong Yan are invincible on the chessboard.
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There was no expression on Tong Yan's immature face, she looked very numb, not knowing what kind of mood she was in right now.
Jing Jiu was still so calm, as if he didn't take this as too important a matter.
After noticing these details, Bai Zao's eyes showed a strange look, and he was a little surprised to find that Guo Dong had left at some point.
The Zhongzhou sect disciples around Bai Zao were very disappointed, they never thought that senior brother Tong Yan would lose.
However, the outcome on the chessboard is so clear, the senior brother has already put down the white piece.
No excuses, no other reason, just lost.
Xiang Wanshu was the saddest.
In name, he is Tong Yan's younger brother, but in fact, whether it is cultivation or chess, he was taught by Tong Yan himself.
Senior brother lost, which made him unacceptable for a while.
He thought of Haizhou City a year ago.
At the Four Seas Banquet that time, he said a few words, and then drew rebuttals from the girl wearing a hat.
Why is there such a game of chess? It must have started from that moment.
Thinking of this, he felt very sorry and even more sad, and subconsciously looked somewhere.
Zhao Layue stood there.
Her eyes fell on the pavilion.
Xiang Wanshu knew that she must be looking at Jing Jiu.
Her temples were slightly wet, and she smiled slightly.
It's pity that the pear blossoms bring rain.
Li Dio smiled, how could it not be lovable
Xiang Wanshu saw admiration and closeness on her face.
He was even more sad.
Besides Zhao Layue, there were many other people watching Jing Jiu.
He sat quietly with an indifferent expression. His slightly wet black hair seemed a little messy, but it added a sense of beauty to his face, like a fairy.
People have a feeling.
He sits here, but he is outside the world.
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Tong Yan got up and walked to the fence.
He looked at the scenery outside the mountain and watched it quietly for a while.
Then, he slowly closed his eyes and raised his head.
With the eyes closed, the eyes are naturally not higher than the top.
His eyebrows are a little sparse.
The rain trickled down slowly, sliding over the corners of his eyes and his slightly pale young face.
People looked away from Jing Jiu, looked at Tong Yan's back, and remained silent.
Tong Yan lost, but he played a chess game that changed the color of the world. He deserves everyone's respect.
People waited for what he would say.
Today's chess game is destined to become the most famous and legendary chess game in history.
At this time, every word and every action he had with Jing Jiu will be recorded.
After an unknown amount of time, Tong Yan finally spoke.
He didn't turn around, didn't open his eyes, and no words came out of his lips with an indescribable rigidity.
"Being able to play such a game of chess, I have no regrets in this life, what else can I be dissatisfied with?"
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Hearing this sentence, everyone felt a lot of admiration.
As expected of a boy with a childlike face, he has both demeanor and heart, and his love and respect for chess is still so heart-wrenching.
But people didn't expect that what Tong Yan wanted to say was behind.
"But how can you be satisfied?"
Tong Yan's voice trembled imperceptibly.
There is pain suppressed with great willpower in it.
This is the real pain.
"I still lost."
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(When I was writing, I remembered Federer and Natto's Wimbledon five-set match that year.
Yes great.
But, I lost.
Of course it hurts, of course we have to cry.
Speaking of the few good things that happened last year, the revival of the cows is a very important part, thank you. )