Brother's Road to Promotion

"Jiang's family." Song Yu whispered with some certainty.

When Jiang Yu was rescued back then, the clothes on his body were quite good, no matter the material or the needlework. Except that Jiang Yu was a little more aggressive when he killed the snake, his usual behavior was all well-behaved. It's like being raised by a small family.

Nowadays, a prestigious family values ​​reputation the most. Sending a daughter to be a concubine will attract criticism from others, not to mention sending a son to be a prostitute. Thinking about it this way, Jiang Yu must be a fugitive slave, and he is from a big family in Datong Prefecture escaped slaves.

Song Yu was one of those individuals at the top of the pyramid, and he had no sympathy for the fugitive slave sent back to the master's house. However, if the fugitive slave was Jiang Yu, it would be different.

Jiang Yu didn't know that Song Yu was deceiving him. When Song Yu mentioned Jiang's family, his tense shoulders dropped powerlessly as if giving up, and he lowered his head again.

He admitted Song Yu's conjecture.

Jiang Yu just felt that this time he probably couldn't escape. Everything he did was just a desperate struggle, and he felt a strong unwillingness in his heart, which made him unconsciously clenched his hands, scratching the back of his hand with his short nails. There were a few bloodstains, and the sharp pain didn't bring him back to his senses.

No matter what, as long as he can live, it is good, Jiang Yu can only keep telling himself in his heart.

"let go!"

A low shout made Jiang Yu startled like he was shocked, subconsciously let go of his hands, and raised his eyes to look at Song Yu.

Like a patient on the verge of death, Jiang Yu's face was pale, his twinkling pupils seemed to have lost their luster, and he looked at Song Yu lifelessly.

Such a big blow was probably caused by the fact that Jiang Yu had always regarded Song Yu as a life-saving straw, and suddenly thought that Song Yu was going to send him back to the home that he could not avoid, as if being pushed into the abyss by someone he trusted, even more so. Make him intolerable.

Knowing that Song Yu treated him with the utmost benevolence, and even that his life was saved by Song Yu, he still couldn't help but shrink back. He even took back all the feelings of closeness and dependence, so that he would not be in danger. Despicably, he began to resent Song Yu.

But when he looked at Song Yu again, he was already looking cautiously and withdrawn at strangers.

This kind of Jiang Yu is like a timid animal, cautiously testing the surroundings, and retracting himself into the shell at the slightest sign of trouble.

This look really makes people unhappy.

Song Yu held the young man's slender fingers, looked at the three bloody scratches on the back of his hand, and felt helpless.

From this point of view, raising small animals also requires caution.

Song Yu knew clearly that if he didn't express his opinion, he would probably lose the heart of the boy in his arms. He let go of Jiang Yu's receding fingers and said, "Chengxing, golden sore medicine."

Zhuo Chengxing, who followed one step behind, quietly took out a very small bottle from his arms, flicked the rein to make the horse go two steps faster, and handed the bottle to Song Yu.

In a blink of an eye, a slender finger appeared under Jiang Yu's nose, holding a blue bottle in his pampered palm.

"No need." Covering the wound with his other good hand, Jiang Yu's voice was respectful but a little erratic, "I'll be fine in two days."

It's not that he hasn't suffered from more serious injuries. Compared with the scratches on his palms when he went down the mountain that day, such injuries are not that serious. It's only been three days since the wounds on his palms haven't been rubbed with medicine, so it's almost healed. Why does he bother to be favored by others.

Why should he be so gentle to him again.

The horse carrying the two continued to walk forward slowly, regardless of the emotions of the people on the back, bumping up and down, but the hand on Jiang Yu's chest was still firmly holding the medicine bottle , never moved away.

"My lord, I don't want to be served by someone with a scar on one hand."

Jiang Yu heard Song Yu's clear voice lingering in his ears, he probably had a life-threatening matter in front of him, raised his eyebrows, but he was stunned for a moment before he understood the meaning of Song Yu's words.

When Song Yu's hand holding the medicine bottle seemed to be ready to take it back, Jiang Yu stretched out his hands and hugged his arm, and turned to look at Song Yu, his originally gloomy eyes seemed to be bit by bit The person in his eyes lit up, "Master, you allow me to stay by your side?"

Jiang Yu doesn't think he's smart, he doesn't like plausible answers, he prefers to hear clear answers.

"My lord, I like clean children." Song Yu glanced at Jiang Yu's hand in disgust. The blood beads on the back of his hand slowly slid down the skin due to Jiang Yu's movements, "Let go, the blood will flow Clothes are on."

Although his face was full of disgust, Song Yu didn't shake him off, letting Jiang Yu hold his arms around his chest.

Seeing that incomparably handsome face, Jiang Yu pursed his lips and laughed suddenly, his petal-like eyes bent into crescents, and the way he hugged Song Yu's arm seemed to have gotten some treasure.

"Little Yu'er is clean, so you always let me stay by your side?"

What Song Yu said was a little weird.

Song Yu still didn't answer directly, but said: "Be filial to me in the future, my lord."

Since there is a future, this is to keep him, Jiang Yu said with a smile: "Oh..."

"let go!"

"Ow..."

Aww, this is aww, but Jiang Yu still didn't let go, the blood beads still stained Song Yu's sleeve.

Originally, the two of them shared a ride together and already attracted the attention of those who came and went. Fortunately, Jiang Yu's soft appearance made others think that the two were just a loving young couple with a bold style, so they did not attract strange eyes.

Although even if there was, Song Yu, who was the center of everyone's eyes no matter whether it was in the past or now, didn't care, but the premise was that it wasn't the kind of eyes that look at Chen Shimei now.

Song Yu frowned and looked at the hiccupping boy holding his arm and crying, feeling helpless and helpless again.

It was probably the first time in so many years that there was such a person who continued to lend a helping hand when he was in trouble, and held his hand in the dark abyss again and again when he was desperate, even though it was inevitable that he would suffer a little every time. A small injury, but it always allows him to see the light of progress.

This time, Jiang Yu couldn't help but shed tears again in front of Song Yu, it wasn't the calculated tears that wanted to arouse sympathy, but he just couldn't help it, that's all.

The horse's hoof stepped on the bluestone slab and made a crisp "da da" sound, and the steamy spring breeze dried Jiang Yu's eye sockets.

After a while, they and their party have arrived near Fu'an Bridge.

Jiang Yu buried his face in Song Yu's chest and couldn't stop crying. He couldn't stop crying in public. That was an extremely embarrassing thing.

The willow branches hang down on the embankment, and the catkins fly like snow. The warm spring breeze blows, and immediately falls on the horse.

"Ahh~"

The unpleasant sneeze abruptly broke the picturesque scenery.

The disgusted eyes of the people around made Jiang Yu cover his mouth and nose, even forgetting to keep teardrops falling.

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he is very old, he still can't coax children.

It's just that Jiang Yu's eyes rested, but his mouth was no longer free, and the continuous soft "ah cut" sounded continuously in front of Song Yu.

After all, Song Yu didn't get a taste of "Fu'an Fengxue", so he turned to the nearby medical center at the pier.

Jiang Yu clashes with Liu Xu.

In the end, the three of them returned home without any rewards.

The Jiang family in Datong prefecture has a wealthy family, and it is not difficult to find people with the surname Jiang, but there is no slave named Jiang Yu, and even the master does not have a man named Jiang Yu.

It was already sunset when Song Yu received the result.

He didn't believe that Jiang Yu's previous deeds were all fake, but if it wasn't fake, then Jiang Yu's background was as strange as he thought.

The Jiang family, which Jiang family is it?

This time, Song Yu didn't need to wait anymore, the answer came naturally.

"My lord, Jiang Deyi, the owner of Zhenbao Pavilion, is asking to see you."

Treasure Pavilion?

Jiang?