Brother's Road to Promotion

There is a Fu'an Bridge in the southwest of Datong City. The bridge head and embankment are full of willow trees. When spring comes, when the wind blows, catkins dance lightly on the embankment like flying snow.

This is the famous "Fu'an Wind and Snow" in Datong Fucheng. If you come to Fucheng in spring, it must be a beautiful scenery that scholars and tourists don't want to miss.

Thinking about it, it was already the beginning of summer when Song Yu left the position of emperor and escaped to the Green Lake Palace, but after a few months of leisure, he came back to life before waiting for the next spring.

The official business is over, and the spring is just right, so I shouldn't miss it this time, right?

Jiang Yu was putting on Song Yu's belt, he had nothing else to do besides serving Song Yu to wash and change his clothes every morning and evening, and he was even more active these two days.

Originally, this was supposed to be the job of a girl, but Song Yu never liked to use women. Before, these small things were done by servants. Song Yu did not bring a servant this time. He has hands and feet. Done.

It's just that when he first arrived in this house, because Song Yu got up early, he changed his clothes and got up by himself. Jiang Yu, who came a step late, waited on him to wash up until dinner, and the sky was about to collapse.

Song Yu pondered for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he could only ask, "Why do you look like the sky is falling?"

"My lord, you got up really early." Jiang Yu said, "You are all dressed."

"so what?"

"There's one less thing I can do."

"..."

Why didn't I see this child so active two days ago.

In order to serve Song Yu's dressing, Jiang Yu got up earlier, and Song Yu felt helpless for his behavior.

"My lord, the horses are all ready." The butler came in from the outside and bowed to report.

Song Yu nodded, and looked at the young man who was hanging the jade ring on him, "Didn't you say yesterday that you have achieved something in your studies, but today you tried riding a horse yourself, the rewards don't come just by talking."

Jiang Yu paused for a while, looked up at Song Yu, hesitant in his eyes, and finally obediently replied: "Yes."

He couldn't refuse, even though Song Yu treated him very preferentially, but he knew that no master likes to always contradict his slaves.

The butler also retreated.

Through the half-opened window, two servants were cleaning the yard. The housekeeper was talking to an old gatekeeper at the hanging flower gate, and there was a young servant standing outside the main gate where he couldn't see.

If there is no one else, what kind of onion is he?

In this house, there is really no shortage of him, and there is no shortage of him.

If Jiang Yu had been thinking about finding an excuse to refuse Song Yu to go out when he was in the post house, but now he didn't dare to think about it at all. He couldn't take Song Yu's tolerance for granted, or even squander it at will.

The consequences of taking himself too seriously are not something Jiang Yu can afford.

Song Yu definitely won't stay here for a long time, but no one knows whether Jiang Yu will be kept.

Galloping horses are not allowed in Fucheng, but slow driving is unavoidable.

Jiang Yu's first batch of horses was a small white colt, which was not as tall as the horses that Song Yu and the others rode, but it was very suitable for Jiang Yu, a beginner.

I heard from the butler that Song Yu had someone find it for him last night.

The pleasure of riding a horse alone yesterday was diluted by the worries in his heart, Jiang Yu's face was solemn, and it seemed to others that he was too nervous to ride a horse for the first time.

"You are a native of Datong, so you should know what places are worth visiting near Datong Mansion." Song Yu held the rein with one hand, with a leisurely posture, "Would you like to tell me, my lord?"

When Song Yu said this, he didn't intend to test the slightest bit, but it was different to the ears of interested people. Jiang Yu was startled, and although he tried his best to calm down, there was a look of anxiety on his face.

Did you know his identity?Jiang Yu raised his head and looked at the back of the man in front of him.

Back then, Jiang Yu was alone, with no way to guide him and no official verification. He couldn't live in an inn, and he didn't dare to get too involved with others. He hid all the way, found a house in the mountains recklessly, and stayed there. I have suffered a lot, but because I seldom communicate with others, I wanted to use an alias, but I have never had the opportunity to use it.

Jiang Yu regarded Song Yu as a lifesaver, even though he planned to let Song Yu accept him later, he didn't cheat, and just said his real name.

Maybe there are as many surnames as Jiang, but there are definitely not many people with the surname Jiang and Yu. In addition, he is from Datong Prefecture and his name is Jiang Yu, so it is easier to find a brother who is about fifteen years old.

If Song Yu believed that Jiang Yu was a native of Datong Mansion, plus Jiang Yu's name and Song Yu's identity, it would only take some time to find out who he is.

"Master, do you know?" He was always lucky, hoping to hide it until he left Datong Mansion, but he didn't expect to be exposed so soon, Jiang Yu squeezed the rein in his hand, his face turned pale.

It's just that Jiang Yu thought about it this time. If Song Yu was the son of an ordinary official, he would be quite tolerant of the person he picked up and voluntarily enslaved. No, even if he didn't check it out, Zhuo Chengxing would still check it out.

Don't look at Zhuo Chengxing's carefree and reckless appearance, his wealth and life are tied to Song Yu's safety, how could he be so careless and let a strange woman approach Song Yu.

It's a pity that no matter how you search, there is no such person.

This is even more problematic.

Zhuo Chengxing had mentioned it to Song Yu, but for Song Yu, the less Jiang Yu's identity could be found out, the more he wanted it.

If there are too many coincidences, it is not a coincidence.

It doesn't matter if he is a man or a woman!

As soon as Jiang Yu's words came out, Song Yu didn't understand for a while, until Jiang Yu got off his horse and knelt down in the street.

"Please don't send Xiao Yu'er back, Young Master. Xiao Yu'er is willing to serve Young Master for the rest of his life."

In this way, Song Yu understood. Did he think he knew his identity?

The city is full of spring, and it's the official outing season. Although the streets are not full of pedestrians, there are many more people than in the past. Song Yu and his group are all riding tall horses, and their part-time jobs are outstanding.

The young man who was so handsome that he could not tell his gender suddenly got off his horse and knelt down to beg, his voice was clear, although it was not very loud, it still made it clear for those who were close to him, and he thought up all kinds of love and hate in his mind hatred.

Song Yu sat on the horse condescendingly, "Stand up."

Song Yu's voice was cold and unable to detect any emotion, Jiang Yu looked up at the man on the horse, "Please, my lord..."

"Stand up." Song Yu said again.

Jiang Yu, who wanted to say something, suddenly caught a glimpse of the pedestrians who stopped behind the horse, and then looked around, only to realize that his actions would not only make Song Yu someone else's after-dinner conversation topic, but also had a hint of coercion.

It's just that those who can use "force" to submit are either those who are favored or those with high positions.

For a moment, Jiang Yu's originally pale face turned even paler. He shut his mouth and got up in a daze. He kicked twice as if he had lost his strength but did not get back on the horse.

This time, not even half a tear fell.

Song Yu turned the horse's head, steered the horse back two steps, bent down and directly lifted Jiang Yu onto the horse's back.

With a shake of his hand, he turned the corner and continued walking in the original direction, showing no discomfort to the sight of others.

This action gave Jiang Yu a glimmer of hope. Leaning in Song Yu's arms, he couldn't help but said, "Master, Xiao Yu'er will not talk back in the future. Listen to what you say, and I can learn whatever you want me to learn..."

He was clearly talking in a rambling manner, but his face was numb, as if he didn't dare to have much hope.

He was obviously expressionless, but it was even more pitiful than watching Song Yu shed tears a few days ago.

Even though Song Yu has always been kind to him, better than everyone he met, but Jiang Yu is used to disappointment, so how dare he hold on to hope, really desperate, so how can those tempting tears be no more? The burden flows out.

Apart from embarrassing myself more, it has no other effect.

Song Yu's silence caused Jiang Yu's heart to drop to the bottom, so he stopped talking.

If he hadn't been sitting sideways on the horse's back at this time, Song Yu guessed that the boy in his arms who had stopped chattering would definitely curl up into a small ball again right now.

"Why don't you want to go back?" Song Yu asked, looking at Jiang Yu whose head was about to hang down on his stomach.

"I don't want to be sent as a plaything." There is nothing bad to say.

There is nothing against Jiang Yu's appearance, and it is reasonable to say that he is afraid of men because he was almost sent away.

"You avoid Chengxing, and you have a lot of taboos about the envoys in the posthouse, so how can you not be afraid of me?" In his hands, it is hard to become a plaything.

This is also what Song Yu finds strange, just like that woman, Jiang Yu doesn't show her face, but her body is very honest, no matter whether it's Zhuo Chengxing or other men, they all show a kind of energy to avoid When a son comes, it is like a woman avoiding a man.

This is why Zhuo Chengxing still thinks that he is a woman.

But, why are you so close to him?

But there was no other emotion in Jiang Yu's eyes, just like that woman, full of admiration.

Just because he was his savior or was there some other reason?

"Why are you afraid of the young master?" Jiang Yu finally looked up at Song Yu with an indescribably certain expression, "The young master is different from them."

They are all brothers, why should they avoid it after taking a bath together.

Different?

Song Yu touched his chin, and it was indeed different, but those postmen were still Zhuo Chengxing, and all of them were quite normal.

They all like women.

Song Yu prefers men.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yu is a man.