[COMPLETE] Beauty Feng Vol. 1

Chapter 35: The King is Generous

Media: Real ramie plantation in Chongqing
Source: ichongqing.info

The reason why Feng Yanyan didn't get enough sleep last night was that a female official went to his courtyard to give him last minute instructions on how to serve the King.

No, no. It isn't what you think. Lewd mind.

Beauty Feng was taught of wangye's habits and rules in a hastened way that he worried for his brain. But being here now, that was when he realized her Highness had minimal close contact with servants.

Even chief eunuch Cheng wasn't here all the time. He must be busy with managing the palace.

The female officer said that before Feng Yanyan, there was a rotating assignment of first-ranked maids or eunuchs to serve the King in the study, during her meals and when receiving guests or officials. There would be one person at a time only. 

He was told that he would do all of their duties today.

It made sense since they didn't know exactly when his fourth cousin would come. Feng Yanyan shook his head at the things her Highness did just to hide from the Empress' eyes.

Anyway, it seemed Wan Li Wang's rules were simple. Number one would be to be quiet.

Her Highness didn't like loud, upsetting sounds. Steps should be muffled. Only speak when necessary. Don't linger in the halls. Don't joke around. Don't gossip.

All of them centered around the fact that the King hated noise.

But Feng Yanyan noticed she didn't avoid natural sounds like the water flowing in the man-made falls in the garden, the bugs outside, the shak-shak* of snipping flowers and leaves and the distant sound of military drills from who knew where.

(*onomatopoeia of the sounds of shears )

Her other habits were quite easy to remember as much as how odd they were.

An example of this was what was happening now.

Long Xu Le sat on a small cushioned chair a bit further from the table where the breakfast was.

The King was facing the direction of her brother and her back was on Feng Yanyan. He had already taken off her beizi and hung it on the stand. She sat quietly waiting.

>Beizi - the coat over the robes... they have so many names smh<

Feng Yanyan lifted his hands behind her and gently unclasped the jade coronet tying her hair up. So focused was he to handle the midnight wisps almost melting in his palms that he didn't notice the intense stare Long Sangyu was giving.

The only thing that was running in his mind right now was: 'Damn damn damn, it's so soft. How the hell?! Is this the privilege of the real rich in this era?! My God!!!'

Long Xu Le felt the faint trembling of the fingers handling her hair. He was already scared just by holding this much hair? She frowned.

Or maybe he was scared by Sangyu?

The man Junwang guarded against the most in this wangfu was now holding his imperial elder sister's hair strands almost piously. Feng mei ren didn't bother to hide the worship in his eyes. Or he probably didn't know he was making an expression of a devoted slave right now.

Long Sangyu was really bothered by this. All the expressions Feng Yanyan showed before could be summarized into confidence, ambition, arrogance and condescending. He had never seen this kind of reverence on his face.