Brother's Road to Promotion

Although it is a side room, it is still in the courtyard of the prince Song Yu. No matter the layout or the size, it is much better than the small courtyard that Jiang Yu lived in before. How can Fude be the housekeeper of the palace? Knowing the wink, he ordered the little servant to put a lot of charcoal basins in it early.

The night in Shangjing in December was cold, but Jiang Yu's room was warm and cozy, but no matter how warm the room was, the quilt seemed to be less warm without one person.

On the first day in Beijing, neither of the two people who were separated by a few steps slept well.

I am used to sleeping with someone next to me every day, how can I change it immediately.

On the second day, Jiang Yu got up early, rejected the little servant's offer to serve him as a master, washed himself up, and practiced sword for an hour in the yard against the cold wind, and called someone in Song Yu's room. , packed up and followed into the house.

He Shun cleverly handed Song Yu's clothes to Jiang Yu who was following behind.

Jiang Yu was startled, raised his eyelids and glanced at the man in thin clothes who was drinking water.

Although the room was as warm as spring, it was still a bit chilly after just getting out of bed, Jiang Yu didn't refuse, and hurried forward to put his outer shirt on Song Yu's body.

Song Yu's elbow holding the teacup was touched, and his hand shook, but some water spilled out, soaking the back of his hand.

After not sleeping well all night, Song Yu was a little annoyed at waking up, but now he looked even worse, but when he saw who was beside him, he frowned again, and for no reason, he felt better.

Song Yu instantly noticed the uncontrollable emotional change in herself, and was stunned for a moment.

The boy who was originally a head shorter than him had grown a little taller, and now it reached his chin. Because of the cold weather, he often stayed in the carriage when he was on the road. After a few months, the honey-colored skin had disappeared. When did it become white again.

The young man's facial features were very delicate, and the way he stood beside him with docile eyebrows was still the same as when we first met, soft and beautiful like a woman.

But now, looking at the boy's good shape and pale lips, he really wanted to turn it into the gorgeous crimson color of that night a few months ago.

Jiang Yu's weight in his heart was probably heavier than he imagined.

Song Yu narrowed his eyes: "Did you sleep well yesterday?"

Jiang Yu looked up at his titular master, lifted his sleeves and signaled him to stretch out his hand, "It's pretty good."

"Oh, my lord didn't sleep very well." Song Yu handed the teacup to the side servant, "I always feel that the bed is a little empty."

If Song Yu just said this casually, Jiang Yu could ignore it, but when Song Yu said this, he looked straight at him without hesitation.

Those narrow and sharp eyes were full of friendship, and Song Yu looked a bit like a romantic man at the moment.

Jiang Yu blurted out: "My lord, have you been drinking?"

It's just that as soon as these words came out, Jiang Yu knew it was impossible, but Song Yu's current appearance is really different from usual.

For more than half a year, Song Yu behaved like an indifferent layman, with a thorough look in his eyes. Even when he was strolling around flower houses and drinking wine on weekdays, he was unmoved by his lack of interest. Worried about his reasons for wanting to become a monk.

He had only seen her like this once, and that was after she got drunk that day.

Song Yu was taken aback by his question, but then he laughed, and waved his hand to signal the servants in the room to go down first.

When Jiang Yu looked around without knowing why, he hugged him into his arms, "Xiao Yuer, do you want to check to see if I have been drinking?"

Song Yu's flawless handsome face is so close to Jiang Yu at this moment, Jiang Yu can even see his own reflection in his eyes, the warm breath of the other party seems to gently sweep over the skin of his face, burning That piece of skin couldn't help but get hot.

When had Jiang Yu been so stimulated, and when Song Yu was still sober, his face turned red with a bang, and his hands were helpless on Song Yu's chest.

When Song Yu leaned closer to his ear, lowered his voice and uttered the word "um" hoarsely, he finally couldn't help pushing him away, and rushed out like burning his butt.

Seeing the back of the young man running away, Song Yu raised the corners of his lips slightly higher.

If Jiang Yu looked back at this moment, he would be surprised to find that his family's indifferent and casual Mr. Yu, at this moment, his eyes are full of determination to win.

If Song Yu had treated Jiang Yu as a lovable junior a few months ago, then he could have considered it because of the comfort of being with him and his liking for Jiang Yu, and when he grew up, he would think clearly about what he wanted Then decide how the two will get along with each other.

So at this moment, since this child is so capable, he has already quietly occupied a place in Song Yu's heart, so how can he allow Jiang Yu to think about it slowly.

He is not a nice guy.

It is certain that this fish will step into the net he has set up step by step, and he will no longer be able to stay alone.In this way, the way of treating Jiang Yu must also be changed.

What's more, he has to coax people into willing to see a doctor right now.

However, Song Yu suddenly changed his temperament at this juncture, Jiang Yu couldn't be happy because of various scruples.

After all, he didn't want to be the only one in that yard.

However, if Song Yu has been like this, he is not sure if he has the determination to refuse.

After all, when he thought that Song Yu was gone, he even felt that life was meaningless, which shows the position of Song Yu in his heart.

Jiang Yu began to avoid Song Yu, and he didn't show up for breakfast or lunch that day, presuming he was not feeling well.

Song Yu was considerate, afraid that he would go too far at once, so he gave him time to adapt.

When King An returned to Beijing, people who were well-informed began to have an endless stream of people coming to see him the next day.

Prince An's Mansion became lively all of a sudden, so Song Yu asked Ford to send someone to take Jiang Yu out, euphemistically called: Swim to Beijing.

At first Jiang Yu was happy, at least he didn't have to stay in the palace, but after going out for a few days, Jiang Yu quit.

Because he avoided Song Yu, Song Yu was busy meeting friends, going to the palace to meet the emperor, and going out for appointments, but he didn't meet Song Yu for a few days.

Right now, he really doesn't need to do anything, just play around, and he doesn't even bark at the husband he promised at the beginning. Since when did Mr. Yu, his family, be so easy to dismiss.

What's the matter with him?

Could it be that this is to make him a playboy?

It's just that he's not the real prince's son, and his deed of prostitution is still in the hands of others.

Jiang Yu was a little unbearable.

Not only was it unbearable to have nothing to do, but also because he hadn't seen Song Yu for several days.

Song Yu had banquets every day these days, and returned home late every day, Jiang Yu waited in the room for noises outside, then opened the door and came out immediately.

Sure enough, he saw Song Yu's figure in a cloak coming in from outside, and he followed behind into Song Yu's room.

The earth dragon had been burned in the house early on, just like Jiang Yu's room, it was warm, the little servant stepped forward to take off Song Yu's cloak, and waited for him to change.

Jiang Yu stood behind, Song Yu turned his back to him, and asked, "Jiang Yu slept?"

It was late when he came back these few days, the lights in Jiang Yu's room had already been turned off, Song Yu didn't know if he was really asleep, but it was freezing cold, so he didn't want to bother him.

He Shun glanced in Jiang Yu's direction, thinking about what to say.

"I'm here." Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and responded.

When Jiang Yu's voice sounded, Song Yu turned around immediately, and laughed when he saw someone, "Yo, our young master Yu is finally willing to show up."

Song Yu's joke made Jiang Yu stare at him with wide eyes for a while, and took two steps forward. Sure enough, Jiang Yu smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

He turned to look at Ford, "Who is the prince with today?"

Ford lowered his eyelids: "Together with Second Young Master Chen."

"Second Master Chen, but the one whose surname is Chen and whose name is Rong Xuan?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yu was silent for a while, "Eunuch, can you fetch some water, I will have a conversation with the prince."

Ford glanced at Song Yu, saw his prince nodded with a smile, lowered his head and said "yes", and led the people back down.

Song Yu, who was left alone, raised his eyebrows. The scene in front of him was a bit fresh.

How can it not be fresh!

He Shun, who bowed and retreated, thought to himself, isn't this just like the scene where the husband comes home after drinking too much and the wife checks the post.

Jiang Yu pursed his lips and stepped forward, the relationship between Song Yu and Chen Rongxuan, Jiang Yu had been aware of the relationship between Song Yu and Chen Rongxuan when he was in Huai'an, last time he drank too much with Chen Rongxuan, this time it was the same person.

"Did you drink too much again?"

"What do you think?" Jiang Yu had been hiding from him for several days, and now he bumped into him, there was no reason for Song Yu to let it go, when the wooden door creaked, he stepped forward with a smile.

Squeezing the boy's chin teasingly, Jiang Yu followed Song Yu's strength and raised his head, meeting Song Yu's playful gaze.

This time, although the pinna of the ears slowly turned crimson, Jiang Yu didn't push Song Yu away, but asked again, "Have you drank too much?"

A question was asked twice, thinking about the significance of this question to the boy in front of him.

The darkness in Song Yu's eyes flashed, and before Jiang Yu could see it clearly, he put his other arm around the boy's belt and put it in his arms. Like the mornings of the previous few days, he slowly approached, until he couldn't even breathe. When close phases intersect, "so what if it is, so what if it is not?"

Jiang Yu frowned, pondered for a while, and asked, "Have you rested, Master?"

After asking, he opened his eyes and waited for Song Yu's reaction.

expect?

What are you looking forward to now?

Song Yu narrowed his eyes, leaned into Jiang Yu's ear with a smile and asked, "Why, so impatient?"

This answer is so similar to the last time when he was drunk.

Jiang Yu met Song Yu's eyes in surprise, pursed his lips and paused for a moment, then reached out and hugged Song Yu's waist without hesitation.

Now that he was like this, he only dared to get so close to Song Yu when he was drunk.

Don't want to be one of those men in the backyard, but can't help but want to get close to this person, Song Yu won't remember, just right.

As long as he alone knows.

Song Yu froze.

While Song Yu was still thinking about what was going on at this moment, a pair of hands climbed around his neck, and the boy put his feet on his feet and offered his lips.