In the prosperous and magnificent imperial palace of the Qing Dynasty, beautiful ladies entered the palace one after another. Some were lucky enough to be selected as talented people to serve the emperor. Even more fortunate were able to continuously receive the emperor's favor and eventually even become concubines.

However, most of the beautiful women who entered the palace at the age of fifteen or sixteen may never even see the emperor in their entire lives, let alone be favored and enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth.

Even those beautiful ladies who are lucky enough to be favored and become concubines cannot resist the ruthless abandonment of time. Their beauty will grow old and their appearance will become haggard. The king who once admired your beauty with joy will only ruthlessly forget you in the cold palace.

Among them, I will never look at it again.

It was such a scene. When Lin Feng decided to write such an article "Ode to a Lady in the Palace", the desolate and lonely life of a beautiful lady who entered the palace appeared in Lin Feng's mind.

After putting down the pen, Lin Feng couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He didn't think about it in detail at all, but just took it easy and wanted to write out the mourning and gentle sadness in his heart in one breath.

""Ode to the Lady of the Palace"

The curtains are rolled with vermilion gauze, and the vermilion curtains are long and hazy. The rain gradually becomes windy, and the wind and rain wash the sky with mist. The swallows dance drunkenly, and the dance songs dream of Changle Palace."

Lin Feng wrote the first paragraph without even the slightest pause. He wrote about everything he saw from the cold palace. The curtains were rolled with red gauze, the rain was blowing, and the days in the cold palace had passed for an unknown amount of time.

Perhaps, only in dreams can I return to the bustling Changle Palace, twist my slender waist again, and dedicate my graceful dance to the first person in the world.

"Gently open your red lips and murmur delicately, and drop the delicate drops into your eyes, your heart will be red. You will wear pale pink eyebrows with thin moon eyebrows, and your charming snow-colored moon face. The three-inch golden lotus will be lightly cut, and your slender jade hands will caress your waist and chest. Flying silk ribbons will dance colorfully.

Quyousong makes the king drunk!"

Looking back at the beginning, the graceful figure and the face that captivated the country could make the king who admired countless beauties linger and forget to leave. How glorious was it?

But what about now? Looking at this cold palace, who has ever remembered the scene where the flying silk ribbons once drunk the king?

"After several years of talent and beauty, I have returned from joy to stay in the empty boudoir. I looked at the willow catkins in front of the window for a long time. I shared my beauty with you back then. Once the beauty and voice were old, the talent of dancing on the sleeves was hard to express. Three thousand beauties serve you together, and you still have me today."

Here are some concubines!"

How many new people have replaced the old ones, only to see the new ones smile and not hear the old ones cry.

"I have served the king for three to five years, but I have been in the palace for the rest of my life. If the city gate is no longer there, I will be lonely and sad. I mourn my life in the song, and the green dance is also a prisoner. A troubled young man who knows nothing, if I had known, who would be willing to accompany him

Lord, day after day, year after year, the beauty and beauty are all gone.

For thousands of years, the literati have criticized the country, and all the beauties have ruined the country. The palaces are in ruins, but they are glorious. Who can I tell the grievances of my boudoir?"

In one breath, after writing the last word "Said", Lin Feng seemed to see the old and haggard beautiful woman living deep in his memory, and let out a long sigh of contentment, glad that there was someone there

She was able to span thousands of years and speak out all her innocent grievances that had no place to be found.

"'Ode to the Lady in the Palace' has finally been written. But why do I feel so melancholy in my heart? It seems that in my previous life, I was the beautiful lady who was forgotten in the cold palace..."

Putting down the pen in his hand heavily, Lin Feng once again reviewed the "Ode to a Lady in the Palace". It was really as if there was such a beautiful lady in the palace, facing him, telling her life's experiences and resentments.

Slowly speaking.

"This piece, "Ode to the Lady of the Palace," is enough for me to get a full score for my essay. Moreover, it is very relevant to the theme of the essay. There is no problem with the Chinese language paper of the college entrance examination."

After writing all of this, Lin Feng looked at it and saw that there was still more than half an hour left. Since the college entrance examination was not allowed to hand in the paper in advance, Lin Feng carefully checked some of the previous questions several times.

It was not until the time for the final exam came and the invigilator collected the papers that Lin Feng followed the army of candidates and exited the exam room in an orderly manner.

"Hey! Have you heard about it? It turns out that the loud noise you heard before today's Chinese language test was actually an explosion in the toilet in the second teaching building!"

"Explosion? No way? What happened? Did someone put a bomb in the toilet?"

"It's not a bomb explosion. I just watched the news. There's an uproar on the Internet. Our Zhi'an City... No! It should be Zhi'an No. 2 Middle School that is completely popular. Lu Hao, you know? It's him and that Hong Tianyi.

I had sex in the toilet, and then I don’t know what happened, but the methane in the underground pipeline of the toilet detonated, and it exploded.”

"Ah? Isn't it? Lu Hao and Hong Tianyi, no wonder I see them getting together all day long, they are actually... crooked! Tsk, tsk, you really can't tell a person's face... Haha..."

"That's not all! Look, this is a high-definition picture of the scene. The editor has no conscience and didn't mosaic it. How about it? Is it blinding you? Now the Internet calls Lu Hao and Hong Tianyi "Brother Shit"...

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"It's even embarrassing for us in No. 2 Middle School, Emma! When I go to college, my roommates will probably talk about this!"

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After coming out of the examination room, Lin Feng heard many candidates talking about the explosion in the toilet that morning.

However, Lin Feng did not bring his mobile phone to the examination room today, so it was a pity that he could not see those wonderful comments on the Internet.

In addition to the toilet explosion in the morning, everyone was talking more about the extremely difficult Chinese test paper this morning, especially the weird essay question.

"Hey! Azhong, how did you do in the exam? My composition was a mess. I didn't know what to write at all, so I wrote randomly."

"That's right! Me too, what a mess. I just fooled around a bit, otherwise I wouldn't have had time to write the essay!"

"It's over! I guess this time, I can only get 30 to 40 points for my essay. I had prepared a lot of materials, so I thought I could get by on one or two! As a result, there was such a weird essay topic...

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Hearing the complaints of these candidates, Lin Feng just smiled and walked out of the gate of No. 2 Middle School.

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

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