Chapter 925

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In the prosperous and magnificent palace of the Qing Dynasty, beautiful 'women' entered the palace for a period of time, and some were lucky enough to be selected as talented people to 'serve' the emperor. ◢щЩш.suimEnG.1a The more fortunate ones were able to receive the emperor's favor continuously, and even became concubines in the end.

However, the vast majority of beautiful 'girls' enter the palace at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and may never even see the emperor's face in their entire life, let alone be favored and enjoy the glory and wealth for a lifetime.

Even those beautiful women who are fortunate enough to be favored and become concubines cannot resist the ruthless abandonment of time. The beauty is old and the face is haggard. The king who once admired your beauty will only be merciless I will forget you in the cold palace, and I will never look at you again.

It was such a scene. When he decided to write such an article, Lin Feng thought of the desolate and desolate life of a beautiful woman who entered the palace like this.

When writing, Lin Feng couldn't help letting out a long sigh. He didn't conceive carefully at all, but let the pen rein freely, trying to write out the mourning and gentle sadness in his heart in one breath.

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The vermilion gauze is rolled on the curtain, and the vermilion curtain is scattered long and hazy. The rain is getting windy, and the wind and rain wash the sky. Yan Ge is drunk and dances, and the dream of dancing and singing is Changle Palace. "

In the first paragraph, Lin Feng wrote almost without the slightest pause, and he wrote everything he saw from that cold palace. The vermilion gauze is rolling in the curtain, the rain is gradually getting windy, and the days of being a cold palace have passed.

Perhaps, only in Meng can I return to the bustling Changle Palace, twist my waist again, and dedicate my graceful dancing posture to the number one person who rules the world.

"Lightly open vermilion lips and murmur delicately, delicately dripping into the eyes and revealing redness. Light pink face and thin moon eyebrows, snow-colored winking eyes and flower moon appearance. Golden lotus three-inch lightly cut steps, slender jade hands Rubbing the waist and 'chest'. Flying silk ribbons dancing in profusion, a quiet song drunken the king!"

Thinking back to the beginning, Miaoman's figure and alluring face could make the king with countless beauties linger and forget to return. How wonderful was it?

But now? Looking at this cold palace, who has ever remembered the scene where the king was drunk with silk ribbons?

"For a few years, the talents are exhausted, and they come back from entertainment to stay in the empty boudoir. Looking at the willow catkins in front of the window, we shared the beauty with you. Once the beauty is old, the dancing skills are hard to express. Three thousand beauties Same as the 'servant' king, how many concubines are there by your side so far!"

How many newcomers have replaced the old ones, but the newcomers laughed, but the old ones did not cry.

"Have 'served' the king for three to five years,

But fall into the palace side I autumn. If the city's gates and courts are gone today, I will be lonely and empty in my heart. From the singing, the life experience is sad, and the green dance is also a prisoner. Troubled young people don't know what to do, if they knew it earlier, they would not be willing to accompany the king. Day after day and year after year, the beauties are all gone.

For thousands of years, people have been vehemently saying that all the beauties are wrong for the country. The messy palace is utterly brilliant, to whom should the Qing boudoir complain? "

In one breath, after writing the last word "say", Lin Feng seemed to see that the beautiful woman who was already aging and haggard living in the depths of his memory let out a long and satisfied sigh. It's gratifying that someone can span thousands of years and express all her grievances that have nowhere to put them.

"It's finally written. But in my heart, why is there such a melancholy? It seems that my previous life was that beautiful 'girl' who was forgotten in the cold palace..."

Putting down the pen heavily, Lin Feng reviewed this article again, as if there was such a beautiful 'girl' who was in the palace, facing himself, slowly telling her life experiences and grievances Come like.

"This one is enough for me to get a full score. Moreover, it is very appropriate to the theme of the essay. There is no problem with the college entrance examination paper."

After writing all these, Lin Feng looked at it, and there was still more than half an hour left. Because the college entrance examination is not allowed to 'hand in' papers in advance, so Lin Feng carefully checked some of the previous questions several times.

It wasn't until the time for the final exam that the invigilator collected all the papers, and then Lin Feng followed the army of candidates and exited the exam room in an orderly manner.

"Hey! Did you hear that? It turned out that the loud noise heard before today's language test was actually an explosion in the toilet of the second teaching building!"

"Explosion? No way? What's going on? Did someone put a bomb in the toilet?"

"It wasn't the explosion of the bomb. I just watched the news, and it turned upside down. Our Zhi'an City... No! It should be that Zhi'an Er was completely on fire, you know? It was him and that Hong Tianyi who were in the toilet Fuck it, and then I don’t know what happened, the methane in the toilet’s underground pipe was detonated, and then it exploded.”

"Ah? Isn't it? With Hong Tianyi, it's no wonder why they are seen getting together all day long. They turned out to be... crooked! Tsk tsk, people really can't be judged by their appearance...haha..."

"This is more than that! Look, this is a high-definition picture of the scene. The editor didn't make a mosaic without a conscience. How about it? Blind your dog eyes? Now everyone is calling Hong Tianyi a shit'pee' brother ..."

"It's embarrassing to even bring the two of us, Emma! When I was in college, my roommates would probably talk about it!"

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After leaving the examination room, Lin Feng heard many candidates talking about the explosion in the morning toilet.

However, Lin Feng didn't bring his mobile phone to the examination room today, so it's a pity that he couldn't see those wonderful comments.

Aside from the toilet bombing earlier, everyone talked more about the extremely difficult Chinese test papers this morning, especially the weird composition questions.

"Hey! Ah Zhong, how did you do in the exam? My composition is a mess. I don't know what to write at all, so I wrote indiscriminately."

"Yeah! Me too, what a 'mess'. I also fooled around a bit, otherwise it would be too late to write!"

"It's over! I guess this time, I can only get 30 or 40 points for my composition. Originally, I prepared a lot of materials. I thought I could rely on one or two of them anyway! In the end, there came such a weird composition topic... "

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Hearing the complaints of these candidates, Lin Feng just smiled and walked out of the second campus.

At this time, not only was his mother anxiously waiting in the crowd at the door, beside her, Luo Qingqing and Li Yutong also looked inside expectantly.

As soon as she saw Lin Feng coming out, Luo Qingqing waved happily and shouted, "Xiao Feng, this way! This way...how did you do in the exam?"

Li Yutong was also under the veil, 'showing' an intoxicating smile, and beckoned to Lin Feng.

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