Brother's Road to Promotion

What Zhuo Chengxing learned is practical fighting skills, and he only knows that kind of good-looking but useless swordsmanship. He learned it when he was young for the sake of showing off. Although he doesn't play it anymore, But being rejected by Jiang Yu was not very happy, and he was a little impatient at the moment.

Women love to fuss about little things.

Zhuo Chengxing didn't bother to agree, "Either learn swordsmanship or boxing, you choose." Song Yu only asked him to teach himself to strengthen his body, but he didn't say what he wanted to teach.

Jiang Yu is quite sensitive to other people's emotional changes, "Brother Zhuo can teach you anything, and I will learn everything you teach me."

Immediately refrained from his overly presumptuous words and deeds because of his joy at seeing Song Yu's sword dance, and flattered Zhuo Chengxing modestly and politely.

The emissary in the posthouse still had to respectfully call "My lord" to Zhuo Chengxing. With Jiang Yu's current status, Zhuo Chengxing should be grateful for his willingness to teach him, and it would be self-righteous to pick and choose.

Jiang Yu suddenly changed his attitude, which caught Zhuo Chengxing by surprise. He was not a thoughtful person, so he just scratched his head and said, "I've practiced so far today, and I'll continue tomorrow. Let's go see it now." It's better to follow the young master, but after a while, the young master may run away alone and disappear."

"Yes..." Jiang Yu replied, "But you want to go to Fucheng?"

Zhuo Chengxing said helplessly: "Then you have to ask the young master."

Song Yu just took the opportunity to visit the state capital and came out to play, so why would he stay obediently in the posthouse? With his status and his reputation, no one can control him, and no one can do anything about him.

Spring is warm but not hot, and everything is recovering, which is a good time for outing.

Song Yu changed his clothes and came out, "Pack up your luggage, we won't be going back to the post house for a few days."

Three days later, there was a three-day celebration in the West Market of Datong Prefecture, which was extremely lively, and there was no curfew for those three days.After all, the posthouse they lived in was outside the city, and it was inconvenient to go back and forth. Song Yu planned to live in the city early on, and had someone prepare a house.

Jiang Yu swallowed all the excuses that had been in his throat several times, and once he heard Zhuo Chengxing say that he might go to Fucheng today, he kept thinking of the excuse of staying in the post house, even though the Jokhang Temple in Fucheng was more unknown. No matter how old he is, the chance of meeting the Jiang family is even greater, and he can avoid it if he can.

It's just that Song Yu didn't go back to the post house for a few days, so he could only pack his luggage in a hurry. If a servant doesn't follow his master every day, then his servant is not far from the end.

The first time was familiar with the second time, Jiang Yu sat behind Song Yu, his hands tightly wrapped around his waist, and it was only the second time that he rode the horse so brightly, Jiang Yu found that he had adapted to it.

Yesterday, I thought it was against the rules for my brother to ride a horse, but when he learned that Song Yu was an official of the court, he felt that whatever he did was right.

If Jiang Yu didn't have something in his mind, even if his bones hurt while sitting behind Song Yu while the horse was galloping, he must be very wanton at this time, but now he can only hide his face behind Song Yu's back, lest he be caught by others. recognize.

The arms clinging tightly around his waist are like vines, they look slender, but they are really strong.

Finally, there is one thing that doesn't look like a girl's house, Song Yu thought, frowning.

When entering the Fucheng, one had to go through the inspection of the city gate guards, and Jiang Yu and his party had to dismount at the gate of the city.

The city gate of Datong Mansion is unusually tall and majestic. The huge gate can accommodate eight horses in parallel. There are four or five guards guarding the gate, who check the people entering the city on both sides.

Slipping Jiang Yuti, who was stuck behind her, off the horse, Song Yu's expression was not very good, "From tomorrow on, besides practicing martial arts, I will learn riding for another hour."

Asking him to ride a horse with Zhuo Chengxing was like killing him, and letting him sit in front of Song Yu couldn't drive well, and sitting behind him was almost strangled by him, it's no wonder Song Yu's face is so good .

The originally cautious person raised his head when he heard that he was asked to learn riding skills. The surprise on his face was obvious, and he hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, sir."

In the past, Jiang Yu didn't have any longing for riding a horse, but only two days after meeting Song Yu, it made him have some special little thoughts and small longings.

Zhuo Chengxing directly took out the official document and the young man between the gate and the city gate who looked like the boss, and the man saluted and easily let the three of them ride into the city from the middle avenue.

Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and moved Song Yu's position up a few more steps.

At the beginning, because Jiang Yu fled, he didn't have a document in his hand at all, and it was difficult to enter larger towns, let alone rent a house to earn money. This is one of the reasons why he hid in the mountains.

As soon as Song Yu entered the city gate, not long after, a gentle-looking middle-aged man came up and saluted, "My lord."

With a respectful attitude, the man led Song Yu directly to Yankang Fang's residence.

A two-entry yard, although not big, but the sparrows are small and complete, and there seems to be no shortage of housekeepers and servants.

It's true what Song Yu said, he is really a man who is not lacking at all.

Jiang Yu hesitantly followed behind Song Yu, looking at the well-organized yard, he was a little dazed.

Speaking of it, he seemed to be almost a burden to Song Yu.

Thinking like this, when Song Yu led Zhuo Chengxing out and asked Jiang Yu to rest in the house, Jiang Yu didn't know what to do.

Obviously, he was still thinking about how not to go out, but now he was left alone in the courtyard of Nuo Da, but he didn't know what to do.

This house is not big, but there are not many servants, and there are only six people in total.

It seems that the housekeeper regarded Jiang Yu as Song Yu's confidant, and asked him politely what his orders were. After all, Jiang Yu had lived in Jiang's house for so many years. Let them go to rest when they have nothing to do, and sit in the veranda at the door of the main house and watch the sky by themselves.

The clear blue sky, with a few white clouds floating above, and a little warm spring breeze blowing, is really the perfect season.

Once in the hut in the forest, after a busy period of time, he built the fence, replenished the food, and had nothing to do during the day, so Jiang Yu sat at the door and looked at the sky, thinking about what to do in the future, Think about whether what you do makes sense.

I can't see the road ahead, and my abilities are limited, let alone which direction to go.

Jiang Yu is really good-looking, so good that others can't tell whether he is a man or a woman, and the servants dare not step forward to disturb him, so they stay like this for half a day.

Until two people came in through the hanging flower gate.

Then Jiang Yu got up a little slow, looked at the handsome man who came in and smiled, his brows and eyes clearly showed joy, looked at the man and said: "Young master, you are back."

Surprised on his face, as if he had been waiting for a long time, Song Yu looked at the young man's clear eyes and responded, "Yes."

In my memory, I have never been treated like this before.

Every time Song Yu appeared when he was most at a loss and helpless, and he was so different, it was hard not to make Jiang Yu feel dependent.

"What did he do today?"

"Brother Jiang stayed at the door of the main house and waited for the young master after the young master went out."

"Did nothing?"

"Never took a step away."

"Go down."

"Yes."

Jiang Yu returned to his own room after serving Song Yu to wash up. There are not many people in this yard, but there are many rooms. Jiang Yu has a room for himself, which is bigger than the room he used to live in. Some.

Who made him nothing more than an inappropriate person!

Jiang Yu lay on the bed thinking.

Although he didn't know what to do next, he still had a clear purpose to leave Datong Mansion and Jiang Family.

On the second day, when Song Yu went out, Jiang Yu obediently escorted him out of the main gate. Just when he thought that today should be the same as yesterday, Song Yu asked unexpectedly, "Do you want anything?" of?"

Jiang Yu was taken aback, what do you want?

Why do you ask?

This stumped him, after all, what he wanted most at this time was to leave Datong Mansion, but how to say this, as for the others, he really didn't seem to want anything.

"Little Yuer doesn't want anything," Jiang Yu thought for a moment, then looked up at Song Yu with a sincere expression on his face, "I wish you would have come back earlier, Young Master is outside, and Xiao Yuer is always worried. "

I am afraid that I will be abandoned in this square courtyard again.

Song Yu was silent for a moment, patted Jiang Yu on the head, and went out without saying anything.

With nothing to do, Jiang Yu returned to where he was yesterday, and today's sky is still as clear as yesterday.

Not long after, the housekeeper ushered in an old man with a gray beard, who was a doctor with a wooden box on his back.He took Jiang Yu's pulse and said some words that Jiang Yu didn't understand, but Jiang Yu understood the general meaning. He was in good health, so he gave the housekeeper a note and left.

Later, the housekeeper prepared a carriage and took him to the horse farm, while a strong middle-aged man led a horse and said that he was ordered to teach him how to ride.

If it is said that excellent riding skills require long-term training, it is not difficult to just learn how to ride a horse. Jiang Yu only needs to learn for an hour, and he can ride a pony steadily by himself. son.

If this had been done half a year ago, it would have been something Jiang Yu never dared to think about. He was trapped in the dry well of the Jiang family, and every time he took a step, he had to look at his father, Mrs. Pei, his aunt, and even those sisters He only thought that he could get married sooner, even if he married a mud leg from the country, at least he was no longer a puppet at the mercy of others.

The galloping horse, the warm wind blowing its hair in the face, seemed to be flying. In the racecourse, Jiang Yu was more worried that someone would come out and recognize him. Jiang Yu, who had nothing to worry about, felt that he had never been so happy However, as if all the frustrations in the past never existed.

Who gave all this, Jiang Yu couldn't be more clear.

When it was getting late, when the coachman drove Jiang Yu back to the house, he happened to run into Song Yu who was returning from a trip.

"Son!"

The light in Jiang Yu's eyes almost dazzled Song Yu's, "How are you doing?"

Jiang Yu said happily: "Young master won't have to carry me when you go out next time."

Song Yu glanced at him, "Chengxing, give it all to him."

Jiang Yu looked puzzled, but turned to look at Zhuo Chengxing, "What?"

"Reward." Song Yu took the lead to enter the door, Qingyue's voice was unhurried

While waiting for Zhuo Chengxing to give Jiang Yu a handful of various things in his hand with a blank face, Jiang Yu also froze for a moment.

Candied haws, rabbit-shaped sugar figurines, Ruyizhai’s plum blossom cakes...

He has never eaten these things, it's just...

He is now 15 years old, not the age of hanging bun, this is when he was still a child!

Thinking of this, Jiang Yu bit off a dark red hawthorn that was covered with a layer of brown syrup, and the sweet and sour taste immediately filled his mouth, and spread from the tip of his tongue to his heart.