Brother's Road to Promotion

Song Yu carried the boy wrapped up in a ball to his room and put him on his bed. He only put on Jiang Yu's top, but his lower body was still bare.

Pulled the brocade quilt to cover him, and pulled the gauze curtain to cover his face, "Did the imperial doctor come?"

Ford stood aside and bowed, "I'm already waiting in the front hall."

"Go please come here."

"Yes."

The gray-haired imperial physician entered the door after the waiter.

Song Yu dismissed all the servants except Fude, and asked the imperial physician to come forward.

He himself stood on one side and watched the imperial doctor take his pulse and check, but he didn't let anyone see the face of the person in the bed.

The imperial doctor is also a smart person. He only looks at the physical appearance, then takes the pulse, and listens to Song Yu's dictation of the disease. How can he not know the identity of the person inside.

Just from Song Yu's description, it seems that the kidney essence is insufficient, but the pulse condition is not like it, and it doesn't look like it has been injured by foreign objects. Moreover, there is no normal response when acupuncture and moxibustion are performed on certain acupoints. Some positions are normal again.

The old imperial doctor had never encountered such a case before, so he said for a while: "Your highness, please forgive me for your lack of skill."

"Except for that aspect, this young master is in good health." The imperial doctor thought for a while and said, "I heard that there is a type of people in the world, so-called Tianxie."

Not too similar, but somewhat similar.

The imperial doctor sees the nobles all the year round, and most of the people they encounter are those who have too much intercourse. In fact, there are not many people who are in such good health but have such symptoms.

In addition, the person on the bed does not look like a serious master, although there are some differences with Tianxie, but there are many similarities, so he made such a judgment, and the death of this disease will not hinder the life expectancy. Song Yu didn't get in the way anymore.

"Sure?"

"This, the officer can only say that it is similar."

Song Yu waved his hand and let people go down.

Seeing the young man on the bed who still didn't wake up after being tossed like this, Song Yu lifted the gauze covering Jiang Yu's face, stood by the side of the bed without moving for a while, and his eyes were even more unpredictable.

The sun slowly climbed to the center from the east, and then slowly set to the west.

Jiang Yu woke up from starvation.

Clutching his stomach and struggling to open his eyelids, he was familiar with the roof of the tent. For a moment, Jiang Yu felt confused about who Xi was.

Staring blankly at the moon-white tent for a long time, Jiang Yu finally turned over and sat up when the scene of last night finally rang in his mind.

This is his own room, so Song Yu brought him back last night?

He lifted the quilt to see that his clothes and pants were intact, and he didn't feel any other discomfort except a little headache at the moment.

Jiang Yu heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the snow-white obscene clothes on his body, and sighed that Song Yu was considerate, and even knew to take off his coat.

There was no one else in the room except Jiang Yu, he lifted the quilt and got up from the bed, Jiang Yu went to the cabinet to pick up clothes and put them on, tied his hair casually, and then opened the door to go out.

At this moment, only a little afterglow in the west can tell Jiang Yu that he may have slept all day.

It seems that yesterday's wine was really strong.

Seeing him coming out, the waiter who was waiting outside immediately approached courteously, "Young Master slept for a day, you must be hungry now, the small kitchen has prepared bird's nest porridge, young master, do you want to eat some now? "

Occasionally he would blurt out that he would call Mr. Song Yu, but the little servant in Song Yu's yard would also call him Mr. Song Yu. This relationship was quite messy.

Jiang Yu rubbed his stomach, "I'll get it myself, thank you Eunuch."

"Where's your lord?"

"My lord has gone out and hasn't returned yet."

When Jiang Yu came out after eating, the last twilight of the afterglow fell, the sky outside became dark, and his day passed inexplicably.

Follow the servants to light up the lamps in the yard, and then go back to the house.

But after a while, there was the faint sound of wheels rolling outside, and Jiang Yu opened the door again to go out, only to see Song Yu, who was dressed in a purple prince's costume, striding in.

The man who was going straight to the main house slowed down when he saw the boy standing under the veranda.

"Wake up, have you had dinner yet?"

After a few steps away, Jiang Yu could see the gentle expression on Song Yu's face under the lamp, and he thought that the anger that started somewhere last night had subsided.

Jiang Yu stepped down the steps, "Eat, where is the prince?"

"I ate some in the palace."

The two talked about homely things, and brought each other into Song Yu's room, Jiang Yu served Song Yu to wash up as usual.

The atmosphere in the room made Jiang Yu think of the word "warmth".

The work of serving Song Yu at night has now been tacitly accepted by Jiang Yu. At this moment, all the servants including Ford have withdrawn from the inner room.

After everything was done, Jiang Yu walked to the side of the bed, Song Yu turned around and sat down, and took Jiang Yu's hand without any preparation.

Jiang Yu's body froze, with a look of surprise on his face, he looked down at the man who looked at him with a gentle expression and smiled with his lips curled up.

Song Yu's face was so handsome and indifferent under the sun, with a sense of distance.

Under the dim candlelight at this time, he looks like a mountain charm at night, his smile is obviously non-aggressive, but it also has an indescribable charm, which always makes Jiang Yu unable to look away.

The warmth of Song Yu's palms spread from the clasped hands.

Jiang Yu was overwhelmed by his sudden tenderness, and couldn't help but blush.

Blunted: "Did you drink today?"

Song Yu smiled and pointedly said: "I drank some, but not drunk yet."

Feeling the scalding temperature on his hands, Jiang Yu said a little uncomfortable: "Then you should rest early,"

Turning his head to avoid Song Yu's gaze, his heart was pounding in his chest, Jiang Yu wanted to withdraw his hand, "My lord, let go first."

Hearing this, Song Yu not only did not let go, but tightened his fingers, "Little Yuer, why not rest with me, after all, this bed is so big, sleeping alone is very cold."

This is talking nonsense with your eyes open.

The house where the earth dragon had been burned early was as warm as spring, and Jiang Yu hadn't taken off his coat, and now there was a thin layer of sweat on his back, so he couldn't be cold.

Song Yu never looked away, Jiang Yu felt that his face was about to burn, and he couldn't help but said anxiously: "There are too many people who can accompany you, why should you tease the little one?"

Seeing that Jiang Yu was really in a hurry, Song Yu was startled, but let go.

Jiang Yu didn't dare to look too much, turned around and ran out.

Hastily returned to his room, bolted the door, Jiang Yu poured a cup of tea and drank it, walking back and forth in the room restlessly.

After a while, he sat down, and suddenly walked to the edge of the basin in the inner room, poured cold water on his cheeks with both hands, because of the large range of movements, the front of his chest and the temples on his forehead were all wet.

The icy temperature froze Jiang Yu's spirits, and the violently beating heart provoked by Song Yu slowly calmed down.

Turning around, he took out a change of clothes from the closet. Regarding Song Yu's abnormal behavior, Jiang Yu had various conjectures in his mind, but none of them were good.

The room Jiang Yu lives in now is only a little smaller than Song Yu's room, with everything needed, including a dressing table with a huge bronze mirror.

He took off his outer shirt, untied the tie of the obscene clothes, and inadvertently, Jiang Yu met the person in the mirror.

The candles in the room were not very bright, and the boy in the mirror had loosened his obscene clothes, revealing a small piece of snow-white chest with a few red marks on the chest.

Jiang Yu was startled, and suddenly approached the mirror.

Because of the big movements, the front front of the clothes opened even wider, and when she got closer, she realized that the red marks were not only on the chest, but also on the neck.

Jiang Yu subconsciously raised his hand to cover his neck and was stunned for a while.

He stretched out his hand and opened the skirt of his clothes, as expected, there were dots of marks all over his body, some of them were even tinged with purple.

He was also familiar with these marks. Whenever Song Yu drank too much, if he went up to take advantage of it, he would always get a few similar marks, but this time there were actually a lot more, especially on his chest.

And this time the attack was a bit more ruthless, but he didn't even have the slightest impression.

Oh, there are still, he remembered being held in his arms, but he was very familiar with this embrace, so he fell asleep very peacefully.

Jiang Yu thinks he is not smart, but he is not stupid either.

Comparing Song Yu's drinking capacity, even if there are two, he can't compare. Even if Song Yu drank too much last night, he forgot what he did to him as usual.

But he wouldn't run back to the mansion by himself, who else would it be if Song Yu didn't bring him back.And Song Yu woke up in the morning and saw him beside him, and there were traces all over his body. Even if he didn't do anything, he must have misunderstood.

No wonder Song Yu's attitude was so strange just now.

Jiang Yu covered his face in distress, and didn't bother to change his clothes, so he fell directly on the bed.

Seeing Song Yu's behavior just now, I am afraid that if he nods, their relationship may immediately become what he expects and fears.

Jiang Yu felt a little tormented in his heart.

I don't know if it's because he slept too much during the day, Jiang Yu tossed and turned all night without falling asleep, until the sky was dim and bright, he got up.

He took the sword and went straight to the school ground where he usually practiced martial arts.

It was not yet dawn and it was chilly outside, Jiang Yu was dressed in thin clothes and danced a sword in the cold wind with a cold light.

When he was finally sweating a little, Jiang Yu saw a tall man with his arms folded leaning to one side.

Immediately, the sword in his hand, which was already in a horizontal chopping posture, was frightened and flew out.

What he was most afraid of right now was seeing Song Yu.

Even after thinking about it all night, he still didn't know how to face him.

He admired him and wanted to stay by his side all the time, but he knew that if it was no longer a master-servant relationship, their relationship would not last long.

Do you stay with each other day and night for a long time, or just fight for the one you once owned?

There are too many worries in the future, and Song Yu's status is too high, Jiang Yu is afraid that if he takes a step forward, his body will be smashed to pieces.

As for Song Yu, did he treat him on a whim or another indulgence, or was it just compensation for taking advantage of him?

No matter which one it is, probably the most important thing is the ambiguous man and the legitimate woman in the backyard.

Jiang Yu stared at the long sword that fell two steps away, and was stunned for a while.

Until the long sword was picked up by a white and slender hand, "Master Wu also said that you are good at sword practice. I'm afraid he was coaxing me. After such a long time, you can't even hold the sword."

Song Yu held the lower half of the sword hilt and handed it over. Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and reached out to take it.

It's just that Song Yu didn't let go when Jiang Yu was holding the upper half of the sword hilt. When Jiang Yu looked up at him, he let go of his hand and moved up to hold Jiang Yu's hand.

The sword he was holding fell to the ground again with a "ding".

Song Yu smiled and watched the young man blushing slowly.