Brother's Road to Promotion

Jiang Yu followed Song Yu's line of sight, and saw a man in moon-white clothes standing on the pavilion from a distance and looking this way.

When the man Shi Shiran approached, even Jiang Yu, who was used to seeing Song Yu's handsome face, had to praise him, a gentleman is like jade, gentle and lustrous.

Unlike Song Yu, who was thick and gorgeous, this man was like a light landscape painting, full of bookishness.

Although the man only had a faint smile on his lips, there was joy in his eyes. Although he looked at Song Yu, he was very polite, "My lords have worked hard all the way."

"Young Master Chen is being polite."

The two parties greeted each other politely, but they seemed willing to continue the chat.

Jiang Yu didn't know if this Mr. Chen was the one he had overheard a few days ago, but he could still see the attitude of Ke Yuan and others.

That is basic respect for people of the same generation, even with a hint of admiration.

"How did you come to Huai'an?" Song Yu asked with a smile.

"Just passing by."

Seeing the two talking familiarly, Jiang Yu lowered his head and took two steps back.

It turned out that Song Yu's name was Huaijin, Jiang Yu thought silently, thinking that this man must be someone Song Yu knew very well.

He took his luggage and quietly asked the postman who led the way to take him to the wing room first. Song Yu was easy to serve most of the time, but sometimes he was very particular, and he had to prepare first.

Although Jiang Yu felt that he was quite low-key, but his leaving first still attracted a wave of eyes from behind to follow his back.

More or less, there is a hint of sympathy, even gloating.

Chen Rongxuan's ability to detect words and emotions is still there. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed the expressions of several people, and saw that Ke Yuan's trip didn't seem to have the intention of leaving first. Thank you for your hard work, this time I will not disturb the rest of the adults, and I will prepare wine and food to clean up the dust for you later."

"Young Master Chen is being polite."

"My lords, please."

So they followed the post envoy to the arranged residence.

Jiang Yu tidied up the bed, clothes, and prepared tea step by step, but Song Yu came in with Zhuo Chengxing and Chen Rongxuan after a while.

Jiang Yu, who heard the voice, lowered his eyes and stepped forward to pour tea for the two of them.

Chen Rongxuan glanced at Jiang Yu, and jokingly said: "On the way to the capital, you are afraid that you are going to marry a wife this time, I still don't believe it, it seems that the rumors are true this time."

As soon as these words came out, the other three people in the room were all taken aback.

Jiang Yu didn't see Chen Rongxuan's look just now, but he was caught off guard when he suddenly heard the news that Song Yu might marry a daughter-in-law. Clenched hands.

Zhuo Chengxing's face was full of guilt, could it be due to his letter from home?

"I'm far away in Huainan, and there are still such rumors in Shangjing. When did I become so popular?" Song Yu was surprised.

Chen Rongxuan smiled, "When will someone in Shangjing overwhelm your limelight?"

"That's not necessarily true." Song Yu smiled, "Is there someone in front of me?"

Chen Rongxuan is not only the youngest son of the eldest son of Chen Guogong's mansion, he is also a talented person with outstanding literary talents. An outstanding character, he is also the beloved in the hearts of many ladies in the boudoir.

The power of the limelight is comparable to that of Song Yu, the most noble dude in Shanghai.

Chen Rongxuan just laughed when he heard the words, "Huijin is rarely so humble."

The two flattered each other a few times back and forth, and they all laughed at the end, obviously they have a very close relationship.

Jiang Yu stood quietly behind Song Yu.

Song Yu laughed and said, "I'll let it go. You're so old, but you haven't settled down with Yue's family for so long. I'm afraid that many girls will miss the flowering period because of you. You have committed a serious crime."

Chen Rongxuan is good at everything, but there is one thing that people criticize, that is, he became friends with Song Yu, the number one rich man in Shanghai, and no one would dare to marry Song Yu, but Chen Rongxuan rejected many people who wanted to marry him , This is really a coincidence, and it's hard not to make people think too much.

It's just that Song Yu remembered that in his previous life, Chen Rongxuan got married not long after his eldest brother died in battle, but he was married to the daughter of a seventh-rank official, who was not from the right family.

"If you want to belong, even if your status is a hindrance, but you are the youngest son and your wife is not a clan wife, your mother will not object if you think about it." Song Yu persuaded, getting married now is easier than later.

Chen Rongxuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and smiled with lowered eyes, "I really should think about it."

After saying a few more words, a postman carried water and bowed outside the door to report: "The little one is delivering water for the adults."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows, smiled and turned his head to look at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu also raised his head to look outside, and when Song Yu looked over, he lowered his head in embarrassment, and said softly, "My lord, forgive me, little... I thought you must have taken a bath first because you were exhausted along the way. I just called for water."

The young man lowered his head with a serious look on his face.

It's been a long time since I saw this look, and this self-proclaimed, even when he was just following Song Yu, he never called himself "little one".

The corners of Song Yu's originally raised lips gradually flattened. Since leaving Datong Mansion, Jiang Yu's usual behavior has become more and more shadowed by Zhuo Chengxing.

It's not about receiving people and treating things, but about Song Yu's attitude. Although he never disobeyed his orders, his words and deeds were very close. Compared with Zhuo Chengxing, Jiang Yu had more heart. Put Song Yu first in everything, she is pure and sincere.

The current appearance is somewhat similar to Song Yu when he picked him up.

For a while, but what happened?

Song Yu pondered, and casually said to the postman at the door: "Send it in."

Chen Rongxuan's gaze swept across Song Yu's face, and then casually glanced at the young man standing respectfully beside him again, and said with a smile: "That's it, I'll take my leave first, and I'll come to Huai Jin for a drink later. There is a jug of good wine from Shaonan."

Song Yu responded with a smile.

Zhuo Chengxing looked left and right, folded his hands and quickly slipped away.

The post envoy filled the wooden bucket with water and retreated, closing the door behind him.

Jiang Yu lowered his head and stepped forward to undress Song Yu.

When he wrapped Song Yu's waist and untied his belt, Song Yu's low voice came lazily from above his head, "Why are you unhappy?"

Song Yu's temperament is indifferent, but Jiang Yu's actions these days, he really took it to heart.

He blamed it on the fact that he is getting soft-hearted when he is old, and he is easy to be soft-hearted towards Jiang Yu, who is so loving and loving. He always has more patience and love for Jiang Yu than others, otherwise, how could he let Jiang Yu eat and share with him? sleep.

Not long ago, the child who had bent his peach blossom eyes into a crescent shape and chattered triumphantly at him suddenly became unhappy, and Song Yu always wanted to ask.

Jiang Yu's hands were still around Song Yu's waist at this time, and he froze suddenly upon hearing this.

Slowly raised his head to look at Song Yu.

Song Yu's expression at this moment is gentle, and the eyes he looks at Jiang Yu are also very tolerant, Jiang Yu even saw his own shadow in his long and narrow phoenix eyes.

To say that Jiang Yu's mood at this time is indeed extremely complicated, but he has to think more about why it is so complicated.

Along the way, Jiang Yu also knew about Song Yu's character. It would be a lie to say that he was not happy if he could show so much love to someone who didn't care about anything.

Jiang Yu slowly gathered his arms and lowered his head.

The untied belt fell loose from Song Yu's waist, and fell to the ground along the hem of his clothes.

Looking down at the boy buried in his arms, Song Yu frowned in confusion. Is this... acting like a baby with him?

Although the old man said he was old, he had never dealt with such a situation.

Not to mention the younger siblings, it's really not his turn to hug him, and although he loves to keep actors and actresses in captivity, what he likes are handsome men, those erotic and enchanting little actors, he just puts on a good look, he doesn't know Get close to them, but a few men who are interested in him will not do such behavior.

For a while, Song Yu didn't know how to deal with it.

After thinking about it, he raised his hand and patted his back soothingly.

"But tired?"

"Go and rest when you're tired."

Song Yu's voice carried his habitual insouciance, low but rare with a touch of tenderness.

Jiang Yu slowly relaxed his body, shook his head, remained silent for a while and was afraid that Song Yu would be impatient, so he opened his mouth, "Your Master is getting married?"

Song Yu was taken aback, "You have to go and see the doctor, it's just a rumor and you haven't heard it."

Jiang Yu held back his mouth, tenderness was an illusion, he raised his head, "Will the young master get married in the future?"

He knew that asking these questions was a bit out of line for a servant like him, but Song Yu's favor had finally fattened his courage.

"Why do you ask like that?" Song Yu frowned slightly in confusion.

He just paused for a moment, then hooked his lips and said with a smile, "Could it be that you still want to prepare a congratulatory gift for me?"

Although these words did not directly answer Jiang Yu's question, they seemed to give him an answer.

Jiang Yu slowly let go of his arms, and with a forced smile, he lowered his head and picked up the dropped belt to avoid Song Yu's gaze, "How did the congratulatory gift I prepared catch the eyes of the young master?"

Turning around, he hung the belt on the side shelf first, then lowered his eyes and went to undress Song Yu.

The young man's skin was tanned a little more during the nearly one-month journey, and he lost a little bit of his frail daughter's look, and he had some youthful heroism, but at this moment, the reddish corners of his eyes instantly lost this point. The temperament cultivated.

Looking at his expressionless face, Song Yu couldn't help reaching out and pinching his round chin, forcing him to raise his head to look at him.

There was a flash of astonishment in those petal-like eyes, they were at a loss, they were still beautiful, but they lacked some brilliance.

Song Yu looked into those eyes and said, "I won't get married, and I don't need a congratulatory gift."

This time, he clearly saw those eyes widen little by little and slowly covered with light that made Song Yu feel happy.

The boy pursed his lips and smiled at him, his eyes curved into crescents again.

Song Yu also laughed, this silly boy is really easy to coax, but a guess in his mind gradually became clear.