Reborn: I Found The Wrong Brother

The young prince knew about the engagement and had heard of Xiao Nong.

It was rumoured that the young prince of Ding followed his father into battle at the age of sixteen. The young general charged into battle and was extremely heroic at a young age. This time, he cut off the head of the barbarian leader and quelled the war in Mobei, making great contributions.

He was naturally very curious about such a powerful person, especially since this person was engaged to him.

However, Xiao Nong had never returned to Beijing for many years. There were many people around the young prince, and gradually he forgot about it.

When going to the Cuju field, Xiao Nong could sense that the young man next to him was secretly looking at him.

Like a curious and alert little animal, he wanted to get closer to him, but was afraid that he was fierce.

Xiao Nong calmly restrained his momentum, pretending to be gentle and docile, and let him look for a while.

Then he heard a slight rustling sound. Perhaps because he thought he didn't look dangerous, the young prince quietly approached a little bit.

Xiao Nong looked up at him with a smile: "Your Highness, do you still think I look a bit bad?"

The little prince was caught on the spot by him, and his face blushed slightly: "So you are Xiao Nong... No wonder your eyes are blue."

Xiao Nong remembered that he said he liked his eyes in the carriage, and his smile deepened: "Your Highness, have you met my mother?"

"Yes." The little prince nodded, "Every time the princess returns to the capital, she will bring me many new things and speak very gently."

Xiao Nong: "..."

Gentle?

How could he not know that his mother is very gentle.

But facing this beautiful little prince... It is indeed difficult not to be gentle.

I can't bear to speak louder.

Many people have arrived in the Cuju field in advance, and Xiao Wenlan is also among them. When he saw Xiao Nong following the little prince, Xiao Wenlan was shocked and blurted out: "My brother?!"

Didn't his brother resist the little prince very much? When he mentioned it last night, he told him to get out. Why is he following him like a human being now?

Xiao Wenlan was puzzled. He looked at the little prince in confusion, then at Xiao Nong. He opened his mouth to speak, but Xiao Nong covered Xiao Wenlan's mouth with his hand, smiled and warned in a low voice: "Shut up."

His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were full of threats. Xiao Wenlan's scalp numbed by his brother's gaze, and he nodded frequently: "Uh-huh!"

The others gathered around the little prince and said in unison: "Your Highness, join our team this time. We can definitely help you win!"

"Isn't it a draw?"

"But every time we draw lots, the prince is in the group of the young master of Huai'an Marquis." One of the tall young men shook his fan and glanced at the kind-looking boy next to him, “Young Master Zhong, did you tamper with the lot box?"

The boy smiled gently: "Your Highness Prince Jing, you must have facts to speak."

The two didn't seem to get along well. The little prince was squeezed in the middle, covering his ears and looking bitter. He was used to it.

Prince Jing Pei Hong was sent out of the palace when he was young. After the current emperor ascended the throne, he pitied his younger brother's background and had him taken back to the palace. Although he and the little prince are uncle and nephew, they are not much different in age and have a good relationship.

This year, Prince Jing was crowned, and he was able to take his mother back to his fiefdom and live a leisurely life as a free and easy prince.

The Marquis of Huai'an and his wife had been greatly favoured by his majesty. The prince Zhong Sidu was smart and good at studying since he was a child. He was accepted as a student by a great Confucian scholar. He could go to the palace to study from time to time and had a good relationship with the little prince.

But I don't know why these two people have been at odds since they were young. Once they are against each other, they always say something weird to each other.

The little prince was caught in the middle and couldn't persuade him. He was very distressed.

Xiao Nong narrowed his eyes and felt unhappy when he saw the little prince surrounded by a group of people.

Didn't you see that the little prince was squeezed so hard that he couldn't stand steadily?

He simply stretched out his hand and pulled the slightly shorter little prince out of it.

The two people who were just at loggerheads looked over at the same time.

Xiao Nong protected the man behind him, and faced him calmly.

The man behind him seemed to be relieved, and put his hand on his back, then poked out half of his hairy head and introduced to everyone: "Everyone, this is the prince of Ding."

Xiao Nong felt his spine tingling when he touched him, and smiled coldly to everyone politely.

The crowd, who were still a little agitated, fell silent.

King Jing and Prince Zhong frowned, looked at each other, and showed a bit of solemnity.

Xiao Nong was different from the nobles in the capital. He was a real soldier on the battlefield, and... he was also engaged to the little prince.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, the little prince asked someone to bring the lottery tube over and earnestly warned: "Your Highness Prince Jing, young master Zhong, please stop arguing. What if you are drawn to the same team?"

The little prince opened his mouth and just finished speaking, Pei Hong and Zhong Sidu, who had drawn the lottery, froze.

The little prince looked out and patted them on the shoulders, trying to cooperate with each other. As if remembering something, he turned around and ran to look at Xiao Nong's lottery. Seeing a big "A" written on his lottery, he showed a bit of excitement: "We are on the same team!"

Xiao Nong smiled and nodded.

Xiao Wenlan, who was quickly replaced by a lottery next to him, shrank his neck and dared not speak.

Did his brother take the wrong medicine?

Yesterday, he couldn't stand the little prince's name, but today he snatched his lottery and wanted to be on the same team with the little prince!

The two teams separated and discussed tactics. The little prince was surprised, but a little worried: "Your Highness Prince Jing and Prince Zhong are both good at Cuju. We may lose today."

Others hurried to comfort him: "Don't be discouraged, Your Highness, maybe His Highness King Jing and Prince Zhong will fight while playing Cuju!"

The little prince: "But Xiao Er Shao has never lost in Cuju."

Xiao Wenlan was not good at studying, but he was born in a family of military generals. He was tall and strong, and quite brave.

Xiao Nong was standing lazily on the side. Seeing that he looked a little depressed, he lowered his head slightly and hooked his lips at him: "Little prince, have you forgotten me?"

The little prince blinked and looked at him: "Are you good?"

"Yeah."

Others looked at him suspiciously, not very confident.

Before the game, everyone changed into Cuju attire.

The little prince was dawdling, and as soon as he changed his clothes and went on the court, he noticed Xiao Nong in the crowd.

Perhaps because he had been on the battlefield, after changing into Cuju attire and tying a forehead band, Xiao Nong's robe shimmered in the bright sunlight, bright and eye-catching. He wore long boots, looked heroic, and his handsome eyebrows were full of pride, full of vigor and vitality.

He was exactly the same as the young general that the little prince had imagined.

The little prince was attracted to him, like a small fish that had taken a bite, and he couldn't help but lean towards him.

Pei Hong and Zhong Sidu pouted at the same time, feeling that he was an eyesore.

How come this Prince Ding was like a peacock with its tail spread out?

Everyone was ready to dress up, and the atmosphere was a little weird. The little prince was unaware of it, and signalled the eunuch to start.

The eunuch turned around, lit incense, raised the flag and waved it, signalling the start of the game.

Just as the little prince thought, Team B had three Cuju masters, Pei Hong, Zhong Sidu and Xiao Wenlan, and it was indeed difficult to deal with them.

Team A was holding the ball, but it was taken away at the first sight, and the ball was kicked accurately into the goal, which widened the score.

The little prince wiped the sweat from his forehead. Seeing that Team A only scored one goal, he became a little anxious. He looked around the field and noticed that Team B, led by Pei Hong, did have some internal conflicts, but Team A was no less.

The nobles in the capital were somewhat xenophobic. Xiao Nong had not returned to the capital for many years, and he was a man with actual military merits. Everyone had some resistance in their hearts. They did not dare to say anything openly, but they always refused to pass the ball to him.

In addition, Team B had three Cuju masters, and they had no confidence. They felt that they would definitely lose this time, so they were afraid of fighting.

The little prince pursed his lips, feeling unhappy. During the halftime break, he told everyone: "Don't bully the prince, pass the ball to him! Otherwise, don't come next time." The others looked unhappy: "...Yes." The little prince kept a straight face and continued to teach: "Do you feel proud to get a zero score? Listen to Prince Xiao in the next game."

He was fierce. Xiao Nong almost laughed and took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat: "I didn't realise that the little prince still cared about winning or losing."

The little prince was used to being served and didn't think there was anything wrong. Instead, he raised his head, without a trace of haze in his eyes, and said seriously: "The court is like a battlefield. No matter who is on the other side, you should always go all out and not let yourself be killed."

Xiao Nong looked at his head with such a pair of eyes. His palms itched and he suddenly wanted to rub his head, and he did so.

Facing the young prince's surprised eyes, he said softly, "I'll take you to victory."

At the beginning of the second half, with the young prince's order, the others no longer dared to exclude Xiao Nong and followed his orders. They were no longer as loose and casual as before, and they were more disciplined.

Xiao Nong was tall and had long legs, and his movements were swift. When the ball reached his feet, only Xiao Wenlan could keep up.

On the Cuju court, Xiao Wenlan was no longer afraid of his brother and rushed over to try to grab the ball. Xiao Nong looked at him and was about to sprint to the left with the ball. Xiao Wenlan stared at his movements intently and immediately rushed to the left. However, Xiao Nong just shook and turned to the other side with the ball freely.

When Xiao Wenlan noticed that the ball was being taken to the right, he felt bad and cried out. He heard the eunuch excitedly waving the flag and shouting: "Team A scored a goal!"

Although the little prince was not very strong, he was light and flexible. He bumped into Pei Hong and Zhong Sidu with the ball. Just when he felt something was wrong, the two looked at each other and had a conflict over who should intercept his ball at this time.

Zhong Sidu: "I'll do it."

Pei Hong: "Why?"

It happened that Xiao Nong came, and the little prince took advantage of their quarrel and decisively kicked the ball to Xiao Nong: "Xiao Nong!"

Xiao Nong received the ball tacitly, kicked it back, and it fell into the goal accurately.

Pei Hong and Zhong Sidu: "..."

When the incense was about to burn out, the score that was originally very different had been pulled by Xiao Nong to be equal, and the score was the same.

Realising that something was wrong, Pei Hong and Zhong Sidu had to cooperate. Once the ball reached Xiao Nong's feet, the two of them led people to surround him and target Xiao Nong.

Xiao Nong was not taken away by them, but he had no chance to kick the ball into the goal.

The others suddenly became anxious.

Except for Xiao Nong, the Cuju skills of the other players in Team A were mediocre and their accuracy was not good. Seeing their victory in sight, King Jing and Prince Zhong stopped arguing.

At this moment, Xiao Nong suddenly passed the ball to the little prince: "Tiao Tiao!"

After kicking the ball for such a while, the two had already developed some tacit understanding. When the little prince heard Xiao Nong calling his nickname, he almost reacted immediately. While the people of Team B were besieging Xiao Nong, he took the ball and kicked it towards the goal with all his strength!

There was a clang on the field, and the little eunuch blushed with excitement. He waved the flag desperately and shouted until his voice was hoarse: "Your Highness the Crown Prince scored a goal!"

"Time is up, Team A wins!"

The people of Team A immediately cheered and clapped their hands.

The little prince was panting and didn't even dare to see if he had kicked it in. When he heard the little eunuch, his eyes lit up, and when he ran to Xiao Nong's side, his tired and sore feet staggered.

Seeing that he was about to fall, Xiao Nong opened his arms and took a step forward, steadily catching the boy's slender and thin body, and hugged him tightly.

The eyes staring at him were mixed with subtle envy.

The little prince fell into Xiao Nong's arms, dazed for a moment, and then raised his face from his arms. The hair on his forehead was slightly wet with sweat, looking a little messy, his beautiful cheeks flushed with excitement, and his eyes were bright: "We won!"

Xiao Nong tightened his arms around his waist and laughed softly: "I said I would help you win... Tiao Tiao, you played the last ball very well."

The little prince didn't even notice that his name had changed. He smiled with his eyes curved, and praised him sweetly, without taking all the credit for himself: "You passed the ball well, if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have won."

Xiao Nong felt a little light-hearted, and seeing how happy he was, he couldn't help but be happy too.

I have never been so happy even after winning a battle.

Pei Hong's chilly voice suddenly interrupted: "Your Highness, have you hugged enough?"

Xiao Nong then let go of the little prince, but he did not take his hand off his shoulder. He seemed to be protecting him in his own range, like a beast circling its prey. He said lazily: "Losers should not talk."

Pei Hong: "..."

After playing, it was almost time to leave.

After this game, the little prince couldn't help but care more about Xiao Nong, and was reluctant to leave, but due to their identities, he was a little shy and said in a low voice: "If you are free, you can come to the palace to find me more often."

After saying that, he felt embarrassed and turned around and ran away.

Xiao Nong was quick and pulled him back. His dark blue eyes met his eyes, which made his face red. He smiled and responded, let go of his hand, and watched him leave.

Others may not know, but Xiao Wenlan knows too well how much his brother hates the engagement and the little prince. Seeing him staring at the little prince's back with a complicated look, he lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, aren't you not returning to Beijing because of the engagement and the little prince?"@@novelbin@@

Xiao Nong remained calm: "Really? How come I don't know?"

Xiao Wenlan: "..."

Xiao Nong looked at the direction the boy left again, and just now he followed Xiao Wenlan out with a lazy gait. As he walked, he seemed to remember something and glanced at his silly brother.

Xiao Wenlan has been staying in Beijing, and can almost be regarded as growing up with Tiao Tiao.

His mother said that when Tiao Tiao was young, she was as white as jade, like a jade doll, and everyone liked her.

He has never seen it.

But the people on the court today should have seen it.

Xiao Nong licked his teeth, and a feeling of regret mixed with sourness suddenly surged in his heart. His cold eyes made Xiao Wenlan's back hairy.

Mistake, I returned to Beijing late.

He should have been Tiao Tiao's childhood sweetheart.

If Tiao Tiao had grown up with him, he would not have called him "Prince" in a strange way, but would have called him "brother", right?!