Brother's Road to Promotion

For those unreasonable contemptuous gazes, Jiang Yu really didn't want to take it to heart. It's not like he had never been seen like this before. If he wanted to care about it, he would have to vomit himself to death, so he still did what he had to do.

The journey is boring, the scenery of green mountains, green waters and red flowers is indeed fresh for a while, and it is just like that after seeing too much.

Really free, he didn't dare to disturb Song Yu, so he lifted the curtain and sat with Zhuo Chengxing, learning how to drive by the way.

Song Yu was very patient, he either closed his eyes and meditated, or flipped through the books.

When Jiang Yu was in Jiang's house, he actually studied for a few years, but whether it was a woman or someone else, he was not really interested, but he wanted to close his eyes when he watched it, so he looked at Song Yu with great interest. Books are not interesting at all.

However, although he had no intention of inquiring into the books that Mr. Yu, who looked dignified and noble in his family but was actually lazy and easy-going, was reading, but because he was really idle, all kinds of messy thoughts were spinning around in his mind. , but unconsciously stared straight at Song Yu.

In this way, Song Yu misunderstood it, and directly took out a copy from the hidden compartment of the carriage and threw it to him, "If you want to read it, say it. You always wait for others to deliver it to you, so why don't you know how to fight for it yourself."

There is no deep meaning to what I said.

Jiang Yu was startled, and reached out to pick up the "Hundred Flowers" that was thrown in front of him, but he didn't open it, "Then what if we fight for it but fail?"

"If you don't make it, you won't make it." Song Yu glanced at him, and turned a page of the book in his hand, "If you fight for it, you will always have a chance, if you don't fight for it, you will have no chance at all."

Jiang Yu was silent for a while, and then opened the book in his hand, which didn't look like a serious book, and smiled and muttered: "That's right."

Baihuayuan is a popular storybook on the market. It tells the story of a scholar holding an umbrella for a flower on a rainy day and saving the unformed flower demon.

Jiang Yu has never read such a script before, and he read it with relish for a while.

Even with Song Yu's acquiescence, watching it for several days in a row, it killed most of the boring time.

The destination of their trip is Huai'an Mansion, which is near the southern end of Datong Mansion. If the trip is quicker, they can arrive in half a month.

Unfortunately, they caught up with the rainy season, and it has been raining lightly for days, making the mountain road muddy and difficult to walk.

The three carriages drove for a while in the rain, and finally arrived at the post house sandwiched between two tall mountain peaks before dark.

It's just that this post house is remote, although it's located in an important road, it's really not big, there are no more than six green brick houses in total.

However, Jiang Yu and his party are really too many, plus two post envoys living in the house, and one post official, if they want one room for each person, they probably won't be able to accommodate them.

The temperature in the mountains is cold at night, and the weather in the past two days has been really humid, so it is even more impossible to lay the floor.

The groom can still live in the servant's room, but those officials and adults probably won't live there.

In this way, after a bit of pushback, the oldest Master Ke Yuanke shared a room alone, and the other four young officials shared a room in pairs. Of course, Song Yu must have a room alone, and he was never willing to wrong others. But he will not wrong his own master.

As for the guards, it is enough to put together two beds with a table, plus a few carriages.

It's just that everyone has made arrangements, but Jiang Yu has been forgotten.

I'm afraid it's not forgotten, it's probably because everyone, including Zhuo Chengxing, regards Jiang Yu as Song Yu's male favorite or possession.

Arrange him in the servant's room, share a room with several car fathers?

Or let him sleep in the carriage?

Neither seems appropriate.

This also led to no one caring about him in the end.

Jiang Yu reluctantly followed Song Yu back into the house, first helped him spread the new quilt he had prepared, and while waiting for dinner, took time to go to the next room.

When passing by the next room, he inadvertently heard the voice of talking from inside.

"Even in such a humble place, the young master is still so unrestrained, which is really enviable."

"Brother Qi, speak carefully!"

"It's not Shangjing here, it's just a joke, why should brother Ji be so cautious."

The young master was probably talking about Song Yu, but Jiang Yu slowed down when he wanted to speed up. Although the man's words were jokes, Jiang Yu could hear the sarcasm even though he was separated by a wall.

Ji Lerong looked at the man who was a few years older than him, shook his head, and didn't answer.

It's just that he didn't say anything, but Qi Bin still didn't stop, probably because he was really dissatisfied with the young master. His attitude was arrogant, he didn't know what modesty was, and he blatantly brought his pets on the road, completely ignoring them.

It's just that he still has some deep feelings in his heart, and he dare not speak clearly, only dare to cover up metaphors, "Drunk lying on the lap of a beautiful woman, how unrestrained, I really envy you."

"I'm afraid there won't be many young men like that in the capital, so it's no wonder Baba is with him."

After Ji Lerong persuaded him, he didn't bother to persuade him anymore, but when he seemed to have a tendency to talk more and more, he turned and walked towards the door.

The post house is not big, and of course the wing rooms are bigger than those in the Tong'an post house.

There is only a curtain between the inner room and the outer room. As soon as Ji Lerong opened the curtain, he met the eyes of the boy standing in front of their room.

A pair of petal-like eyes looked at him expressionlessly with obvious dissatisfaction.

At this time, the candles that had already been lit in the room were reflected on that male and female cheek, giving off a little warm light.

Ji Lerong was helpless in her heart, still smiling calmly on her face, just sighing secretly, if you really can't talk about others behind your back, no, the person who talks about it will appear in front of you.

It's just that before he opened his mouth to explain, he saw the young man suddenly smile and said: "Next time when talking about people's right and wrong, remember to close the door."

These words were spoken in a calm and gentle manner, and the young man's voice was warm and moist, just like his appearance, which had no deterrent effect, but those eyes were clear and cold, just like his words The meaning of ridicule.

The chattering voice behind him stopped abruptly when the boy's voice sounded.

"Do not..."

Ji Lerong wanted to speak, but the boy didn't give him a chance at all. After saying a few words, he turned around and left on his own, leaving only his slender back.

For a moment, Ji Lerong felt that he was really wronged this time.

When Qi Bin behind him also came out of the back room with a bad complexion, he could only show a helpless smile and sigh secretly, this time everyone from the patrol envoy to the subordinate officials was not very worrying.

Jiang Yu angrily went to the inverted room where the servants live.

He could bear others saying that he was not good, or even look down on him, but when it came to Song Yu, he couldn't bear others saying anything bad about him.

Probably when Song Yu reached out to him again and again, when Song Yu gave him all kinds of gadgets, or when his fear was unconditionally tolerated, Song Yu's position in his heart was different.

Pushing open the wooden door of the inverted room with no expression on his face, what he saw was a dim wall that was damper than the other rooms. There were two dark-skinned coachmen sitting inside. Jiang Yu controlled his interest and smiled at them. I looked around.

There is only one big bunk in the inverted room, and it looks like it can sleep four or five people. The post envoy and the coachman are only four people, and he will definitely sleep there.

Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief as the place to stay was settled tonight.

When he went back to look for Song Yu, Yi Cheng was coming to invite Song Yu to the main hall for dinner.

This post house is more than ten miles away from the nearest county seat, and it took half a day to go back and forth. It has been raining recently, so there is no good food to cook in the house.

Looking at those dishes that looked so mediocre, Jiang Yu would rather eat the dry food left in the carriage than Song Yu could continue to eat like this.

On the dinner table, Ji Lerong looked up at Jiang Yu several times, Jiang Yu noticed it, but he didn't lift his eyelids.

The rain outside still didn't stop, in such weather, Jiang Yu followed Song Yu back to the room after dinner, and boiled water for Song Yu to wash up.

When Song Yu was lying on the bed with a book and Jiang Yu packed up his things and was about to leave, Song Yu seemed to remember and asked, "Where do you live today?"

Jiang Yu was taken aback for a moment, and replied: "You can still sleep there with the post envoy."

Although there is still some twist in his heart, Jiang Yu still forces himself to accept the fact that he is a man.

Song Yu was silent for a while, and when Jiang Yu was about to turn around and leave, he said, "Clean up and come here."

Jiang Yu lowered his eyelids and responded.

After pouring out all the water Song Yu used for bathing, he changed into clean ones, washed them carefully and put on clean clothes, then walked in front of him as Song Yu said.

"All right?"

Jiang Yu nodded.

Song Yu was still holding a book, he moved it outside, "You sleep inside."

Jiang Yu heard him say this.

To be honest, if it was before today, he would not be unhappy, but after hearing those words just now, Jiang Yu always felt that he had ruined Song Yu's reputation.

"My lord, I have caused you trouble again."

Song Yu looked away from the script and looked at Jiang Yu, "Why do you say that?"

"Because you accepted Xiao Yu'er, you have been given the reputation of being careless and shameless." Jiang Yu felt a little guilty. If it wasn't for him, how could someone as glorious as Song Yu be punished? Colleagues talk about right and wrong behind their backs.

Song Yu is such a smart person, he was still a happy person when he got off the car just now, and even the person who was taking a nap next to him during the day would suddenly say such words, just think about it casually.

"Oh, you don't need to add these names." Song Yu said indifferently, leaning lazily on the head of the bed, and then turned his eyes to the book, "Everyone in Shangjing thinks so."

Jiang Yu stared blankly at Song Yu.

"Come up and sleep." Song Yu said, and suddenly smiled and looked up, "Or are you scared too?"

Jiang Yu pursed his lips, took a step closer and climbed onto the bed.