The villain master got pregnant after being whitewashed [Transmigration Book]

Hu people are rampant, and the domestic situation is turbulent, Qingyu finally chooses to go back to preside over the overall situation.

Although Ah Liang doesn't understand these power struggles, he also knows that Qingyu's trip must be extremely dangerous; these young Qingyu took good care of him, and he was naturally very reluctant to part with him, and his eyes were red when they parted.

"Ah Liang, don't be afraid, Ah Qiu will stay and take care of you."

Qingyu leaned down slightly, wiped away the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes with her fingertips as usual, and whispered in his ear, "Brother understands your thoughts these years, let's get along well with Aqiu during this time."

"He has a bad temper, but his heart is not bad. Don't dislike him."

When it was clear that they were parting sadly, Qing Yu's words made A Liang's face blush; he didn't care how Qing Yu knew, and blushed in Qing Yu's An Xin's embrace, and said something in a low voice ,

"Brother, safe journey, Ah Liang is here waiting for you to come back."

He actually wanted to say a few more words, but Qing Qiu, who was a few steps away, interrupted the two of them impatiently, with a cool voice, "Brother is just going to visit relatives in other places, why do you always say something unlucky?"

Qingqiu never liked being too close to Qingyu, A Liang didn't want to make him angry, so he immediately shut up and withdrew from Qingyu's arms.

Qingyu left, and Qingqiu stayed behind to take care of him.

The battle reports were handed over by people in the palace every day. Qingqiu thought that Ah Liang could not see, and even his hearing was not good, so he never shy away from him too much. Whenever someone came to report the battle situation, Qingqiu asked people to speak directly at the door.

So A Liang heard all these clearly.

Qing Yu was in command at the front line, and everything was very difficult from scratch; A Liang was anxious but did not dare to ask, and often could not sleep all night.

Once he heard an informant say that Qingyu was injured, so he cried anxiously all night, crying and calling Qingyu's name in his dream.

Whether Qing Yu is willing or not, he is the only relative in A Liang's heart.

"Ah Liang?"

In the haze, someone called his name softly, and a warm embrace gently hugged him in his arms. He heard a cold voice that made him extremely relieved but somewhat anxious, "What's wrong with you?"

The tip of the nose was full of the faint scent of young wheat, and the thin young man buried in Qingqiu's arms sobbed, "Aqiu, I really miss big brother, when will he... come back."

The hand holding him paused obviously, and the young man's voice sounded a bit dry; after a long time, Qingyu's voice sounded again in the room, "You...do you miss my elder brother that much?"

Qingyu didn't mind his eyesight, and accompanied him through the most difficult years; even though he knew that Qingqiu didn't like to drag his elder brother down, A Liang still nodded honestly, and summoned up his courage to hum.

Sure enough, the warm embrace left him in the next second, and in the rustle, the young man left the door to let him go to bed first, and he didn't come back all night.

Not only did he not return all night, he did not return for the next two days.

Ah Liang knew that he had said something wrong, but he didn't know how to make up for it. With the darkness in front of him, he didn't even have the ability to leave the wheat field. He whispered Qingqiu's name.

Aqiu Aqiu, Ah Liang knew he was wrong, can you not leave him.

He will be obedient in the future.

On the second night, he dreamed that Qingqiu was framed by someone, and suddenly woke up from the dream, with cold sweat streaming down his spine, soaking his thin robe.

Intersex people are naturally sensitive to each other. A Liang sat up straight to calm his mind and recited the mantra in his heart.

In the second half of the night, he was so worried that he couldn't sleep, he always wanted to see Qingqiu as soon as possible, put on his clothes and went to the edge of the wheat field, so that Qingqiu could see him at the first sight when he came back.

His head was groggy, but it didn't take long before his eyes fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he was already lying on the original bed with a wet towel on his forehead.

From time to time, the sound of pots and pans came from the stove. A Liang paused, and was about to get out of bed when he lifted the quilt, but as soon as his toes touched the ground, his legs softened, and he lost his center of gravity and fell directly to the ground .

"You still get out of bed after burning like this?!"

One hand passed under his knees, and the other grabbed his hand and tied it around his neck. A Liang didn't realize it until he was hugged to the bed, as if a drowning person was holding the last piece of driftwood and didn't care about it. Qingqiu hated him, and asked in disbelief,

"Yes... Is Ah Qiu back?"

Unsurprisingly, the young man didn't answer. He turned around and brought a bowl of hot porridge from the kitchen, scooped out a spoonful, put it in his mouth and blew it, and then handed it to Ah Liang's mouth, "...be careful it's hot."

Qingqiu may not be born with the talent to cook. It is said that the rice porridge that has been busy all afternoon is full of burnt taste. Even he can't bear it, and he wants to throw it away after tasting it.

Quickly snatching the wooden bowl from the young man's hand, Ah Liang carefully held the hot wooden bowl in his hand like holding a peerless treasure, and tasted it in small sips.

"...I didn't leave on purpose that night. I wanted to find my elder brother overnight and let him take time to see you." Qingqiu seemed to have never explained to anyone, and Qingqiu's voice sounded a bit awkward, "I fell ill later. , so the journey back was delayed."

Fortunately, it's just a fever.

Ah Liang happily let go of his clenched left hand, hesitated for a long time before asking, "Brother Qingyu... is he injured?"

Qingqiu always thought that he didn't know Qingyu's identity, so A Liang always called Qingyu "Yuqing", just like Qingyu told him for the first time.

He was afraid that if he admitted that he recognized Qingqiu as the second prince, or that he was his intersex person, it would cause Qingqiu even greater displeasure.

"You don't worry about me these two days..." Qingqiu was unwilling to answer him, lifted the curtain and walked out, and said coldly, "What kind of injury, don't worry about it, take care of yourself first Bar."

He didn't dare to ask any more questions, and he didn't dare to talk to Qingqiu in the future. When they were together, they became more and more silent.

More than ten days later, the battle report came, Qingyu went straight to the barbarian's lair, captured the city in one fell swoop, and won the victory.

He thought that Qingqiu would be in a good mood, and he would spend the whole afternoon busy in the kitchen, cooking a whole table of his favorite dishes, waiting for the young man to eat immediately after he finished his work in the field.

As a result, Qingqiu came back very late, reeking of alcohol.

With a loud knock on the door, Qingqiu stumbled into the room, first smashed the wine bottle in his hand, and then sneered at the dishes on the table.

"You really know..."

Ah Liang didn't know what happened, but just as he was about to speak, he heard a loud noise, and the young man flipped the table over with a palm, and the whole table was spilled on the ground.

Qingqiu walked in step by step, grabbed Ah Liang by the collar with one hand, and lifted him up effortlessly, his voice trembling slightly, "Do you think I'm funny?"

"You knew my identity a long time ago, but you kept it from me with your eldest brother, right?"

"Aqiu..."

"Don't call me!" The young man growled, and the hands pinching his shoulders were trembling; Ah Liang was shaking even more like chaff, his eyes began to turn white from the pain in his shoulders, but he was so frightened that he couldn't say a word , he couldn't even hear what Qingqiu roared in his ear.

"So you also knew that I treat you... What do you think of me?! Idiot?!"

Ah Liang's memory of that night is actually very vague. He only remembers that he was in the endless darkness, crying, apologizing desperately, begging for mercy, and then there was endless tearing and pain in his body.

He also knew that when he woke up the next day, with a hand around his waist, he subconsciously called Qingqiu's name.

"Ah."

This is the first time the youth responded to the name.

Also the last time.

After that night, the relationship between the two suddenly became delicate. Although Qingqiu was no longer angry with him, he was no longer close to him; A Liang loved and feared him in his heart, and always wanted to be close, but he remembered the young man that night. For his yelling and complaining, he would only dare to watch from the sidelines.

The days were not salty or dull, until half a year later, when the battle reports were sent in a steady stream, one could hear that Qing Yu had a very difficult life on the front line just from the tone of her voice.

It's just that I didn't expect to be poisoned by someone.

Hearing Qingqiu's violent voice outside, Ah Liang felt flustered for some reason, and unconsciously stroked his lower abdomen with his hands.

The last time when the grandmother from the next village came to ask for some food, Ah Liang was retching in front of the wooden basin; the grandmother who had been a doctor for a while was kind enough to help him see a doctor, but both of them were shocked when they felt the pulse. It turned out to be pregnant.

Intersex people are inherently bisexual, but he was raised as a boy since he was a child; A Liang touched his lower abdomen at that time, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Even now, Ah Liang still feels uneasy. It was not until three months later when his lower abdomen began to bulge slightly that he truly believed that God had really given him such a precious gift.

While feeling silently in his heart, Qingqiu pushed the door open and came in. After a long silence, he still opened his mouth and said, "Brother, he... has been planted with Gu poison, and now his life or death is uncertain."

A Liang lowered his eyes and hummed, not knowing how to reply.

"The most famous imperial physician in the imperial palace said that if the poison can be shared with others, it can be solved gradually; if it can't be solved... the eldest brother will only have a dead end."

He immediately heard the painful meaning in Qingqiu's words, subconsciously touched his slightly raised belly with both hands, and hummed again.

He understood what Qingqiu meant, but he hoped that he would take the initiative to share some of Qingyu's burden.

But he is not Qingyu's hermaphrodite at all, Qingqiu is his real host, he does not have the ability to share Qingyu's burden.

How should I say this, I'm afraid Qingqiu doesn't believe it at all.A Liang thought bitterly.

"...Aqiu, I can't promise you."

"It's just a temporary transfer, you won't suffer any harm," Qingqiu said with a hint of anxiety, and even complained, "Don't you love the eldest brother the most, why are you not willing to take his place..."

No matter what he said, A Liang refused to agree, and then Qingqiu grabbed his wrist angrily, as if he wanted to take him away by force; The pillar refused to leave, his voice was full of trembling and crying,

"Aqiu, don't force me, I can't..."

He can't leave here, he doesn't want to go back to the palace that killed his mother.

So Qingqiu is finally going to lose him.

"You don't deserve to call him big brother."

When Qing Yu left, there was only disappointment in his words. Before leaving, the last words he left to A Liang in his life,

"You make me feel sick."

He is gone at last.

The frail young man was wearing unusually large clothes, his body was bowed like a shrimp and trembling, and he said softly to himself after the person left, "I know."

You hate me, I always knew that.

For so many years, it's all just wishful thinking on my part.

He slept on the bed where Qingqiu had been lying all night, crying and retching, calling Aqiu's name over and over again in his dream, and finally his voice became hoarse, but he couldn't squeeze a drop from his eyes.

Who told him that he should be blind.

In the early morning of the second day, Ah Liang packed his bags by himself and left the wheat field with a cane. It was the golden autumn and September, and the fields that should have been fragrant with wheat had already become withered and barren due to neglect.

He first went to Xuanqingzong to hand over the exercises left to him by his mother to Shuangyue Xianzun, and then found a residence in the most remote and humble place at the foot of the imperial city, and barely stayed there.

A Liang didn't have much money on him, and the only valuable thing on his body was a jade pendant that Qingqiu dropped by the bed after sleeping with him that night; Qingqiu never found it, and A Liang who secretly hid it didn't say anything.

Even in the most difficult time, A Liang was not willing to sell.

The child was almost five months old when he left, and no matter how thin he was, his abdomen was already showing a little; so every time he, a blind man, walked on the street or even went out to buy groceries, he would be judged by others.

Later, a child threw a rotten egg at him, and after realizing that he dared not resist and could not swear, the nearby children began to bully him blatantly, laughing and throwing things at him.

He can feel the pain, but he doesn't care much about it anymore, and even eats less when he can eat less, so he doesn't have to go out to buy food all the time.

The last days were really difficult. When his belly was so big that he had to sit down and rest for a while after walking a certain distance, he finally paid the lady next door to buy some things for him so that he would not starve to death.

The room he lived in had no light, and he could even hear the sound of mice crawling when he slept at night; but Ah Liang was not afraid, he could fall asleep no matter what he lay on the bed.

In fact, Ah Liang didn't think too much about living. He killed A Niang, lied to Qingqiu, and sorry Qingyu in this life. Thinking about it, he really deserves to die.

Shuangyue Xianzun promised him that he would save Qingyu's life, but he was just waiting for the last moment.

But he didn't expect that this child would come earlier.

In the early morning before dawn, the unbearable abdominal pain suddenly hit. A Liang opened his mouth and found that he couldn't make a sound. He got up and wanted to ask the grandmother next to him for help, but he didn't think of anyone, but he was completely exhausted. He couldn't get up. Come.

The tearing pain gave his already weak body a final blow. After the child was born, the grandmother who helped deliver the child exclaimed, saying that the child was very handsome, with a brown birthmark on his waist.

"Birthmark..." The pale-faced Ah Liang laughed, held the child in his arms, tore a piece of cloth to cover his eyes, "You have birthmarks just like your father. "

Grandma smiled and said, "This child was born at such a good time. The eldest prince and the second prince won the battle at the front, and they are rushing back to the capital to celebrate."

It turned out to be the case.

He smiled and touched the child's chubby face, feeling a little reluctant in his heart, "You also want to see Dad soon, don't you?"

Aqiu, Aqiu, he thought over and over again in his heart, this child is very similar to you; if you have a chance, it would be great if you could take a look at him too.

With the sound of fireworks and people celebrating behind him, Ah Liang came to the lake alone, put the child in a wooden basket, and let him go down the water.

After much deliberation, he still decided cruelly to let the destiny decide the child's life and death; what he was most afraid of was that Qingqiu would show disgust when he saw this child.

The child was very obedient when he was in his womb, he didn't cry or make trouble; when he was floating in the water, he even smiled slightly, his voice was somewhat similar to Qingqiu's.

But he didn't want to think about it any more.

He seemed to be learning how to love someone all his life, but he couldn't find the way; at the end of his life, he seldom felt a trace of tired peace of mind.

Aqiu Aqiu, just like when we first met, he still likes to call him that.

Ah Liang will no longer be able to protect you, but I still hope that you will live a long and healthy life and never be tortured by pain.

The river was cold, and the frail and emaciated young man walked slowly towards the middle of the river step by step. Behind him were fireworks all over the city and loud exclamations from the people.

Today is the day when Aqiu and Qingyu return in triumph.

They met in autumn and parted in autumn.

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postscript:

On the twelfth day of the seventh month of the tenth year of Changlong, the eldest prince Qingyu was seriously injured by Gu poison in the first battle in Mangcheng, and fell into a coma;

On July [-]th of the tenth year of Changlong, the second prince Qingqiu took over as the head coach;

On the seventeenth day of the seventh month of the tenth year of Changlong, Xuanqingzong Ye Ling broke through dozens of Hu people's cities by himself; Qingyu was appointed as the commander;

On August [-]st of the tenth year of Changlong, the Hu people retreated, and the whole country celebrated with joy; that night, the city was full of gorgeous fireworks, and the word "A Liang" spread over the entire capital;

On August [-]th of the tenth year of Changlong, someone found an unclaimed male corpse in the Maiqin River beside the imperial city. The word "Qiu".

On August [-]th of the tenth year of Changlong, the male body was claimed.

On August [-]th of the tenth year of Changlong, the second prince Qingqiu spent a lot of money to buy the most dilapidated residence at the foot of the imperial city; according to people familiar with the matter, he stayed in a dark hut for three days without a drop of water entering. ;

On August 25, the tenth year of Changlong, notices were posted across the country that all children born on August [-] must be reported to the government; those who violated the order would be executed.

On August [-]th of the tenth year of Changlong, the second prince, Qingqiu, suffered from palpitations in the palace. The high fever persisted and he fell into a coma, which seemed to be a sign of madness.

On September [-]st of the tenth year of Changlong, the second prince Qingqiu escaped from the palace without a trace.

Since then, there has been no good autumn in the world.

The author has something to say: It's over! ! (Sprinkle flowers for yourself)

The next article is expected to open next Monday, I hope the little angel can support it! ! ! !

ps: In the past two days, I will study how to make a lottery, and I will always love everyone :)