Reborn: I Found The Wrong Brother

Like a little bird with its feathers blown off, it has no killing power, but it is so cute that it makes people feel itchy.

Seeing that the little beauty was about to get angry, Xiao Nong stopped talking and calmly shifted the blame: "It's all Taxue's fault. Don't let it enter the house again from now on."

Zhong Yansheng was led by him to think about it and felt that it seemed to be indeed a problem of Taxue.

If Taxue hadn't brought the sequel to his bed, Xiao Nong wouldn't have discovered it and wouldn't have read it out.

Without waiting for Zhong Yansheng to figure it out, Xiao Nong threw the book in his hand, controlling the distance and strength just right. The book flew out, brushed the candle wick, extinguished it, and then fell lightly on the table with a plop.

The room suddenly became dark, with only the hazy moonlight streaming in from the window.

Zhong Yansheng didn't feel anything during the chaos just now, but now he feels nervous belatedly.

He and His Royal Highness Prince Ding... were in the same bed.

In other words, this was originally the bed of His Royal Highness Prince Ding, and now he has returned.

Zhong Yansheng didn't think that His Royal Highness Prince Ding would be like Meng Qiping, who would have bad intentions and do bad things to him.

After all, His Royal Highness Prince Ding is well-known for not being interested in women. He is twenty-five years old and has not yet married. Not to mention being a maid serving in Changliu Villa and Prince Ding's Mansion, even Taxue is not a female.

So he should not be interested in me too, after all I am a man.

But Xiao Nong was tall and big, and just getting a little closer made it hard to breathe. He was too aggressive in nature.

Zhong Yansheng stole a glance at Xiao Nong, who was sitting outside the bed. His shadow was as hazy as a small mountain. He hesitated for a moment and didn't want to give him the quilt. He quietly wrapped himself in the silk quilt and lay down, staring at the person beside him with his eyes wide open in the dark.

Xiao Nong paid attention to his movements and lay down as well.

Zhong Yansheng was so stingy that he refused to give him a quilt or a pillow. The dignified Prince Ding could only lie on his side with his hands as a pillow, looking at Zhong Yansheng who had curled himself up into a small ball, and he laughed, barely audibly.

Now he feels nervous.

The surroundings were dim and silent, so his laughter was a little obvious.

Zhong Yansheng looked at him suspiciously: "What are you laughing at?"

Xiao Nong said lazily: "When I was in Liaodong, I encountered a small bird."

Zhong Yansheng didn't quite understand why he changed the subject so quickly, and asked blankly: "What's wrong with that little bird?"

"It's small, round, fluffy, and a little bit timid."

Xiao Nong stretched out his hand, startling Zhong Yansheng who was wrapped up like a small ball, but the hand just fell on his head and stroked it slowly.

"But you dared to jump into my palm and rub your head against my hand."

Zhong Yansheng's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and hesitantly asked, "And then you put it away?"

Could it be that he was crushed to death?

Xiao Nong seemed to know what he was thinking: "Let him go."

Zhong Yansheng felt like the little titmouse that had the audacity to jump into the palm of His Royal Highness Prince Ding's hand and rub against him, but had not yet been crushed to death. He breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great."

Xiao Nong chuckled and added without thinking, "Taxue also likes that little bird very much."

Zhong Yansheng muttered: "Taxue must want to eat it..."

The big cat was usually bored, so he liked to lie under his window and watch the birds on the branches, eager to have a snack.

Listening to Zhong Yansheng's muttering, Xiao Nong's eyes were filled with smiles: "Yes, not only Taxue, I also want to eat him."

Zhong Yansheng was terrified: "But you don't lack that meat..."

How much meat can a little tit that is less than the size of a palm have? Is His Royal Highness Prince Ding that hungry?

"Who said I don't need that piece of meat?" Xiao Nong raised his eyebrows, "I need it very much."

Zhong Yansheng was speechless for a while. He wrapped himself in a small quilt and turned his back. After talking for a while, he was already so sleepy that his eyelids were dry. He yawned and said vaguely, "Ask uncle to make a few more meat dishes tomorrow. Little sparrows are not tasty. You don't need to eat little sparrows..."

The aura from Xiao Nong was very cold, like the snow drifting across the cold light of the cold blade outside the pass.

He is dangerous to his enemies and many outsiders.

But in Zhong Yansheng's heart, His Royal Highness Prince Ding was no longer the murderous evil spirit that was rumored in the capital, but a good brother who would see him when he was feeling down on his birthday, take him to climb up the city wall, and play the xun and watch iron flowers for him.

Therefore, this breath only made him feel more at ease, and he fell into a deep sleep soon.

Xiao Nong: "…"

Fell asleep?

Just fell asleep like that?

No other indication?

He's already in bed, so won't this kid just pretend to come over unintentionally... and do something?

For the first time in his life, His Royal Highness Prince Ding doubted his own charm for a moment, but then quickly rejected it.

It's just that Zhong Yansheng was too sleepy. This kid could sleep for fifteen hours every day.

Zhong Yansheng didn't know what kind of opportunity he had lost.

Xiao Nong didn't think much about it and decided to give Zhong Yansheng a chance.

He pinched the edge of the silk quilt and pulled it gently.

Zhong Yansheng, wrapped into a ball, rolled over along the quilt and stopped only when he bumped into Xiao Nong. He was sleeping soundly and no matter how people teased him, his eyelids did not move, and his breathing was even.

Completely unguarded.

The moonlight flowed, filtered through the gauze curtain, and fell dimly on Zhong Yansheng's face. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes were charming and clear, with a ray of divine brilliance.

Xiao Nong felt at a loss as to where to start dealing with such a quiet and peaceful little beauty, and it was even very difficult to deal with him.

Zhong Yansheng is clearly full of flaws. He is weak and not only has no guard but also has weak defense. He will blush if you say a few words to him, but why is it so... impossible to do anything about it?

The answer seems to be just behind a layer of window paper, which can be broken by just blowing without poking it.

Xiao Nong looked at the window paper and did not go forward without permission. Instead, he cautiously stepped back a few steps and chose to poke Xiao Yuan's thin face.

"Just eat it."

He gave his answer only after Zhong Yansheng fell asleep, sniffing the rich and fragrant orchid scent around him with satisfaction, and fell asleep early, a rare opportunity.

When the lights in the palace were extinguished, the river beside the East Market was bustling with activity, with several pleasure boats floating on the water, and the sound of gentle music floating in the air. From time to time, the sounds of singing, dancing and laughter could be heard, creating a very romantic atmosphere.

The most eye-catching one among them is the Yunzhongfang.

However, the most popular waiter on the Yunzhongfang, who was also the owner of the pleasure boat, did not show up today. He stayed in his cabin on the pretext of feeling unwell.

There was unbridled laughter downstairs, but in the house upstairs, there was dead silence.

Zhan Rong had one person under his feet and another kneeling in front of him, but he didn't look at anyone and held a knife.

The person sitting in front of him was stiff all over. He looked at the cold blade of the knife, and his voice was shaking: "...The owner of this pleasure boat is not me, but the third young master Meng Qiping of the Duke of Pei's Mansion. I also follow his orders..."

Zhan Rong imitated Xiao Nong, lowered his head and slowly wiped the blade: "Continue."

"That day... Young Master Meng San came to my place to drink, and then his servant came over and said that the invitation he sent out was rejected. Meng Qiping almost overturned the table, and then, then asked me if I had any medicine. I didn't dare to say anything, so Meng Qiping led his men to search the place, and only then did they find the bottle of Spring Oriole Powder brought from the Western Regions. I really don't know what else is there. Please, please let me go!"

Full of lies.

Zhan Rong easily saw the evasive part of his words, and he had an idea of the truth. He sheathed his sword and picked up the oil lamp beside him: "Be honest. If you dare to go to the Duke of Pei's mansion to tip off, you will end up like this."

The young waiter was stunned and hadn't reacted yet. Zhan Rong raised his hand and threw the oil lamp onto the bed.

The layers of gauze caught fire almost instantly, and soon the laughter and joy on the pleasure boat disappeared, turning into panicked screams. No matter how wealthy the people on the pleasure boat were, they all jumped into the water like dumplings.

The wind was strong on the summer night, and the flames followed the wind direction, making a crackling sound.

In the chaos, Zhan Rong took a small boat back to the shore, silently entered the alley, and hurried towards Prince Ding's Mansion.

He felt that someone was going to be in trouble.

Zhong Yansheng was not a very good sleeper. At night, he would either kick off the quilt or twist himself into a ball. When he woke up in the morning, he would often be lying almost horizontally on the bed with the quilt falling to the ground.

That night he dreamed that his hands and feet were entangled by an octopus, and he slept so well, which was a rare occasion.

When Zhong Yansheng woke up from his sleep, he still vaguely remembered that he slept with Xiao Nong last night. According to how busy His Royal Highness Prince Ding was, he should have left when he woke up...

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a handsome face close to him.

Zhong Yansheng was halfway through stretching and didn't dare to move. He stared at Xiao Nong with eyes wide open, feeling very magical.

It was probably almost 9 o'clock by now, but His Royal Highness Prince Ding was sleeping in and no one came to call him.

He stared at Xiao Nong's face for a while, then carefully stretched out his fingertips and boldly poked Xiao Nong's face.

His Royal Highness Prince Ding's face… feels similar to other people's faces. He is not some evil ghost Asura.

Besides being exceptionally handsome and good-looking.

His mind was wandering, and he poked twice more. The next moment, he was pulled over by the fingertips. There was a rustling sound, and his eyes blurred. Xiao Nong, who was awakened, turned over and pinned him down. The evil hand fell into Xiao Nong's hand. The man's dark blue eyes were half-closed, and his voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up from sleep: "What are you doing?"

He was so tall that he almost covered Zhong Yansheng's entire body. He pushed his legs apart with his knees and half-knelt between his legs.

Deep down, Zhong Yansheng didn't think Xiao Nong would do anything to him, but the posture of having his legs spread apart still made him feel somewhat uneasy subconsciously. He subconsciously wanted to put his legs together - but of course he didn't, instead he seemed to be rubbing his legs against Xiao Nong's knees.

There seemed to be a dark color in Xiao Nong's eyes, and as Zhong Yansheng acted recklessly, the dark color became darker.

Zhong Yansheng squeezed his legs together a few times, vaguely feeling that something was not right, and then he calmed down again, his voice a little tense: "Brother?"

Xiao Nong recalled the protagonist in the storybook he read last night, who was teased to the point that he kept begging his brother for mercy.

He slowly rubbed the hand that he held in his palm. It was thin and slender, and the strength he used was as weak as a cat scratching a person.

He inserted his fingers through the fingers of that hand and intertwined the ten fingers. The hand stiffened and tried to pull it out, but Xiao Nong pressed it next to Zhong Yansheng's head.

Zhong Yansheng was very nervous and couldn't help swallowing.

Xiao Nong didn't say a word, but he could keenly sense the sense of danger from him. It was not the kind of danger that the rumors outside said, such as "skinning the enemy and making it into a kite", but another deeper meaning.

The gaze fixed on his face seemed to be attracted by his swallowing action and fell on his neck.

It is as white as a piece of washed lotus root, thin and fragile, and will break if pinched lightly... No, who would be willing to pinch it?

Xiao Nong lowered his head, and his slightly cool breath sprayed on his warm skin. Zhong Yansheng's legs, which had just been loosened, suddenly tightened again, clamping his knees. His voice was tense and pitiful: "Brother..."

"Yuan Yuan, you bit me really hard that day."

Xiao Nong whispered: "Should you let this king bite it back?"

Zhong Yansheng vaguely remembered that it was said that His Royal Highness Prince Ding was vindictive and anyone who offended him would be retaliated against twice.

Naturally, I won't make an exception for him.

The bed, what happened in the bed won't come back to you double the amount, right?

Zhong Yansheng's mind was not very clear when he just woke up, otherwise he would not have done such actions as lifting Xiao Nong's clothes last time and poking Xiao Nong's face this time. When Xiao Nong coaxed him in a low voice, he nodded stupidly.

He bit so hard that blood oozed out.

"Then... don't use too much force." Zhong Yansheng closed his eyes nervously, his long eyelashes trembling uneasily, "I'm afraid of pain."

Xiao Nong narrowed his eyes, like a snow leopard that had successfully caught its prey, and chuckled, "I won't let you feel any pain."

Suddenly, two soft and cool things pressed against his neck, and then he felt a strange sensation, as if something wet was rubbing against his neck.

Zhong Yansheng was very nervous. Lately, he was often attacked by Taxue and had his hands and feet licked. He was very familiar with that feeling.

Xiao Nong was...licking his neck.

Licking him like Taxue.

Aren't you going to bite him back?

Zhong Yansheng was so panicked that he grabbed Xiao Nong's sleeve tightly, but still didn't dare to open his eyes.

Xiao Nong paid attention to his movements. The dark blue color in his eyes was so rich that it seemed to flow out. His slightly cool breath became hot. He sniffed the increasingly fragrant and moist floral scent on the boy's body. His throat was so dry as if he was walking in the desert, and his canine teeth were itchy.

He rubbed it slowly on the warm, thin skin, as if he could taste the fragrance coming from his bones and blood.

How can it smell so good?

The pleasure of control even aroused some violent desires. He wanted to taste this sweet dessert more deeply. He even longed for Zhong Yansheng's blood.

Xiao Nong lowered his narrow eyes, a hint of blood-red showing through his deep blue eyes. If Lou Qingtang were present, he would have packed up his things and run away when he saw him like this - just like he did in the past when he had a headache and was on the verge of losing control.

Zhong Yansheng was completely unaware. He was about to cry because of Xiao's long and detailed teasing: "You, you hurry up..."

Before he could finish his words, he was bitten on the side of his neck.

Xiao Nong really didn't let him feel any pain. He just held the thin piece of flesh in his mouth and ground it between his teeth, as if he was tasting something.

Although his throat was extremely dry, and he longed to bite through the skin and taste the hot blood, reason always took precedence and he suppressed the impulse.

This child is very delicate and fragile. He would cry in pain if his skin was scratched, let alone if his skin was bitten. I'm afraid he would cry so hard that he couldn't be comforted.

Xiao Nong squinted his eyes and licked it again with the tip of his tongue, as if he could taste the fragrance of orchid.

Zhong Yansheng dared not move. He felt that Xiao Nong, who was pressing on him, was like some kind of beast, lazily enjoying its prey.

It was totally different from the revenge he had imagined... He was licked so hard that half of his body went limp, and his face was so hot that he couldn't face anyone.

Until he noticed something had changed.

Before he could react, Xiao Nong paused, suddenly loosened his grip on him, quickly pulled away, sat on the head of the bed, pulled the silk quilt over his legs, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get out."

Zhong Yansheng was stunned, and realized a beat late that Xiao Nong's "revenge" seemed to be over. He sat up with his legs tucked in, and saw Xiao Nong lowering his head. His expression was unclear, but it was not as warm as before. He didn't know what had happened.

But he was lying across the outside of the bed, so Zhong Yansheng had to step over him to get out of bed.

He hesitated, stretched out his finger and poked Xiao Nong's arm, feeling that his hand was stiff and tense**: "Brother, can you give way..."**

Before he could finish his words, Xiao Nong raised his eyes and looked over, and Zhong Yansheng was speechless.

The pair of deep blue eyes turned darker, like a wild animal. The gaze on him was burning, as if suppressing something. He repeated, "Get out."

Zhong Yansheng keenly sensed danger and didn't dare to ask any more questions. The space inside the bed was not very big, so he hunched his back, carefully stepped over Xiao Nong's legs, and got down on the bed.

Xiao Nong sat back with one leg raised, and the other long leg stretched out, staring at the little bird that passed between his legs. At that moment, he almost raised his leg, forcing Zhong Yansheng to fall on his legs and push him back onto the bed.

Xiao Nong's Adam's apple rolled, and Xiao Nong lowered his eyes, letting the moist and hazy fragrance quickly leave and the sound of footsteps fade away.

After waiting for a while, the footsteps suddenly came back.

Zhong Yansheng poured a cup of cold tea from the table, handed it to Xiao Nong, and secretly looked at his face: "Brother, you seem very thirsty, drink some tea... If you are not feeling well, take a rest."

Xiao Nong looked at him for a while, then reached out to take the teacup he handed over, and touched Zhong Yansheng's fingers through his fingertips, which made Zhong Yansheng even more panicked. He didn't dare to stay in this room: "I, I'm going out!"

Seeing that he wanted to go out in his inner wear, Xiao Nong said coldly, "Put on your clothes."

Zhong Yansheng made an "oh" sound, and without even looking at whose clothes the ones on the shelf were, he pulled them over and put them on himself, then ran out in a panic.

After he left, Xiao Nong lifted the quilt and took a sip of cold tea unhappily.

Why is he the only one who has this feeling? How can this kid have no reaction when the person he likes is so close to him?

But Zhong Yansheng didn't react, so Xiao Nong certainly couldn't continue, otherwise wouldn't he be forcing others?

If he forced Zhong Yansheng, he would definitely cry again... But when he thought of Zhong Yansheng's crying face, Xiao Nong discovered somewhat shamefully that his blood boiled even more violently.

Even after drinking a cup of bitter cold tea, the boiling blood still couldn't calm down.

Xiao Nong had no choice but to take the soft silk quilt back and put it to his nose to sniff it.

After being wrapped in Zhong Yansheng's quilt for a long time, the quilt was also stained with the faint orchid fragrance, which was refreshing.

I hope that when the kid comes back tonight, he won't ask me where his old quilt has gone.

Xiao Nong thought to himself.

Zhong Yansheng was kicked out of the room and ran to the wing to wash up, only to find that the clothes he brought out were Xiao Nong's. They were also silver-gray in color, and the workmanship was more exquisite than the one he saw yesterday at noon. It was not a particularly loose style, and was more slim-fitting for Xiao Nong, so it was a little big for him, but not as exaggerated as before.

His clothes were all in Xiao Nong's room, but he didn't dare to go to Xiao Nong's room at the moment. After hesitating for a while, he simply put on this coat and ran to the kitchen to see if Uncle Wang had prepared any special meal for him today.

Coincidentally, Uncle Wang was cooking oyster porridge.

Uncle Wang said that he was a good cook, and he wasn't exaggerating. Zhong Yansheng had recently made Uncle Wang picky. When Uncle Wang was not in the palace, he could only eat a little of the dishes cooked by others. Seeing the porridge gurgling, he felt a little greedy and squatted beside him, looking eagerly: "Uncle, is it ready?"

Uncle Wang was more accustomed to him than Xiao Nong. Seeing his greedy look, he took a small bowl, scooped a little and let it cool down, then said kindly, "This is for the prince. Yours is in another pot, but you can have a try."

Zhong Yansheng didn't eat oysters before, but Uncle Wang was a good cook and the oysters he cooked were very fresh and fragrant. Upon hearing this, he nodded with bright eyes.

Wang Boxian looked at the robe wrapped in Xiao Nong's clothes and smiled more kindly: "I heard that the prince went back to his room to sleep last night?"

Zhong Yansheng nodded.

Wang Boxian nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Is Your Majesty still not up?"

Zhong Yansheng thought about Xiao Nong's strange look and scratched his head: "Your Highness may want to sleep a little longer."

Uncle Wang nodded without any surprise, turned his back and pondered it again.

That's not right. How come the pampered young master has gotten up, but the prince can't?

It is indeed necessary to cook dried oyster porridge.

There were other guards in the kitchen, making breakfast for others. They had become familiar with Zhong Yansheng these days. When they saw Zhong Yansheng coming, they all showed him their recently researched dishes, like offering treasures: "Young Master, try the cherry meat I made! Is it better than before?"

"Try my shrimp dish..."

"And my duck blood soup!"

Everyone fed each other a little. Zhong Yansheng sat in the middle, his small plate piled high with food, and he ate half a bowl of dried oyster porridge.

By the time Xiao Nong destroyed the silk quilt, took a bath, changed his clothes, read the letter sent back by his servants, and went back to the kitchen, Zhong Yansheng had already been fed by everyone.

Xiao Nong glanced into the kitchen with an indifferent expression, and no one dared to say a word. Only Wang Boxian stroked his beard, looked at His Royal Highness Prince Ding, whom he had watched grow up, and sighed worriedly.

Xiao Nong felt puzzled when the old man looked at him like that, but he didn't want to ask any more questions. Respect was respect, and feelings were feelings, but he didn't want to listen to the old man's nagging at all. He accurately found Zhong Yansheng from the crowd and took him out.

Zhong Yansheng led him out in a daze, a little confused: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Xiao Nong's hand fell on his soft belly and touched it. It was bulging with food from the group of people: "Go out and digest the food."

Zhong Yansheng: “Ah?”

Xiao Nong had seen the report from Yunzhongfang last night, and confirmed that the person who drugged Zhong Yansheng was Meng Qiping. Xiao Nong sent people to search for Meng Qiping's location.

He rubbed Zhong Yansheng's head nonchalantly: "By the way, I'll take you to kill someone."