When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Wu Song's chest rose and fell slightly.

How could you not be wronged?

What is a man?

It's a petition for the world, it's a plea for the people, it's drinking blood on the battlefield, and it's sealing your wife and son.

Such a man can be called a crazy man, a hot-blooded man, why doesn't he want to be like this?

But the real life is there. This era is dominated by scholars and opportunists. A warrior like him is doomed to be mediocre and earn a living.

The Great Song Dynasty has been established for a hundred years, and since its founding to the present, Di Qing has the most military exploits, and his military exploits are as great as the generals of the Yang family, but he is only a pioneer under Di Qing's account.

Many people said that in the end of the Song Dynasty, there would be no second Duke Di, and that Duke Di represented the peak of military generals in this dynasty.

But what will happen to Di Qing?

He was demoted one after another and died in depression.

An unborn genius, Di Qing, the leader of generals, has ended up like this, let alone other generals.

Wu Song asked himself, he didn't have Di Qing's cautious character, let alone Di Qing's strategizing strategy, and even charged into battle he was far inferior to Di Qing - after all, his equestrian skills were not outstanding, and his combat effectiveness on horseback was far inferior to those off horses.

This is very fatal for a general who takes the lead.

Wu Song closed his eyes, stopped, and looked up at Venus, which was covered by clouds and mist.

Not to mention him, maybe in the end of the Song Dynasty, there would not be a general who can be compared with Di Qing. Without Di Qing's military exploits, the end would only be more miserable.

The Venus star tries to stick out from the clouds, but what about the escaping constraints of the clouds?

Behind the clouds and mist, there are branches and weeds growing wantonly all over the mountains and plains, and the Venus is still unable to guide passers-by on the way forward.

The starlight in Wu Song's eyes dissipated little by little, and he said slowly in a low voice: "Being born in this era is something you have no choice about."

It's not that you don't feel wronged, but that you have to bear the grievances.

The girl's voice next to her ear was clear, with a bit of certainty: "You can choose which kind of life you want to live."

Wu Song's pupils shrank slightly, and the morning star in the sky became brighter and brighter.

"If you choose to remain silent, don't blame the darkness in your life." Speaking of this, the girl's voice paused slightly, her warm fingers stretched out from his back, they formed a ball around his neck, and said softly: "I I don't want you to walk in the dark."

"Erlang, I don't want to."

Wu Song's breathing stagnated, his chest heaved violently, something fell to the bottom of his heart, took root and sprouted, and grew into a towering tree in an instant, out of control.

Pan Jinlian lay on Wu Song's shoulder, her voice was soft and soft, like a feather brushing over her heart, which made people feel numb.

"Erlang, if you can, I hope you hold your head high and walk in the sunshine."

"You are so good, you deserve all the beauty in the world."

Pan Jinlian's voice became lower and lower, as if she had fallen asleep.

Wu Song withdrew his gaze from looking up at the sky, and looked straight ahead.

He was suddenly curious about what the other option Pan Jinlian was talking about was like.

Wu Song closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes were clear, his feet were stepping on thick branches and leaves, there were small sounds in the silent morning, he walked steadily step by step.

The clouds and mists dispersed, and Venus led the fiery red sun, slowly spreading the thin halo into a vast glow.

With Pan Jinlian on his back, Wu Song walked halfway up the mountain and met groups of hunters.

Lonely men and widows walking together is the most likely to attract criticism, but there is another more important thing right now. The hunters don't have much curiosity about Wu Song and the two, but they are a little surprised. After all, the big worm on the mountain ate too much. There are many people who went up the mountain at night, but they failed to go down the mountain alive. How did the two of them get down the mountain?

Wu Song said calmly: "I beat the big bug to death."

As soon as this remark came out, Orion was shocked, and asked how Wu Song killed the tiger.

The noisy voice woke up Pan Jinlian's dream. Pan Jinlian yawned, rubbed her eyes, and said, "Don't believe me? If you don't believe me, just go to the mountain and have a look?"

The hunters were bluffing to see the big worm on the mountain, and asked Wu Song to lead the way.

Wu Song turned his head and glanced at Pan Jinlian, who was as sleepy as a chicken pecking rice, and rejected the hunters' request, saying: "The big bug is dead, you can find its body along this road."

Wu Song refused decisively, and the hunters had no choice but to go up the mountain by themselves.

Wu Song went down the mountain with Pan Jinlian on his back, found an inn, asked Xiaoer to open a room, and put Pan Jinlian on the bed lightly.

Pan Jinlian was a little childish in her sleep, her hands were limp, she grabbed the quilt, and clenched it into small intimidating fists, sticking them to the side of her face.

Wu Song's slightly frowning brows relaxed, the coldness in his eyes lessened a little, he tucked Pan Jinlian in the quilt, and then walked out of the room, telling Xiaoer not to go up and disturb Pan Jinlian's sweet dreams if nothing happened.

Pan Jinlian's leg was injured, and dragging it on like this is not an option. Wu Song asked around, but there was no medical center nearby.

The shopkeeper of the inn is kind-hearted. Seeing this, he said to Wu Song: "If it is an ordinary herb for stopping bleeding and removing blood stasis, I have some."

Wu Song thanked the shopkeeper, fetched the herbs, and went upstairs to find Pan Jinlian.

Pan Jinlian was very sleepy, and she was still sleeping at the moment. Wu Song couldn't call her, so he put the herbs on the table and threw them downstairs by himself.

Xiao Er served the food, and Wu Song ate the food and drank the wine in mouthfuls.

Pan Jinlian's words are like a sharp sword that cuts through the chaos. After the filth that obscures people's sight is gone, the world suddenly becomes clear - as a human being, you can't choose the era you live in, but you can choose the life you want to live. To accept it is to move forward in the dark, but if you give it a go, you may be able to see a different scenery.

The wine was spicy, but Wu Song became more sober the more he drank.

He doesn't want the life he has now.

Wu Song drank another glass of wine, and suddenly a girl's lazy voice came from upstairs: "Why don't you call me for drinking?"

Wu Song sipped the wine for a while, put down the glass, the wine swirled, and there seemed to be a very shallow smile reflected in it.

Pan Jinlian stroked her hair, Wu Song raised his head, still looking serious and smiling as usual, his eyes fell on her injured leg, and said: "Your injury is not healed yet."

"What's this little injury?" Pan Jinlian didn't care, and limped while leaning on the railing to go downstairs.

Wu Song frowned slightly, got up and walked upstairs quickly, supported Pan Jinlian, pointed to the herbs on the table in the room, and said: "Go back, there are medicines."

Pan Jinlian reluctantly glanced at the fine wine on the table in the hall downstairs, turned her head and was helped into the room by Wu Song.

It's not that she obeys Wu Song's words in everything, but that the injury on her leg really hurts.

She was so sleepy that she finally fell asleep for a while, but it didn't take long before she was woken up by the pain.

After waking up, Wu Song was not there. There were only a few herbs in the empty room. She thought Wu Song had left her and ran away. She was about to go downstairs to ask the waiter when she saw Wu Song sitting in the hall eating.

Fortunately, Wu Song has a conscience, knowing that it is immoral to leave her as a disabled person.

Pan Jinlian returned to the room, sat down on a chair, looked through the herbs on the table, and said, "How do I use this thing?"

Wu Song said: "Chew it and apply it to the wound."

Pan Jinlian: "..."

This method is old-fashioned enough, but if you don't go to the village in front of you and don't go to the shop in the back, that's the only way to do it.

Pan Jinlian picked up a herb casually and chewed it in her mouth. The bitter taste filled her mouth, and Pan Jinlian's tears were smoked out all at once.

"Ahem, what the hell is this?"

Pan Jinlian leaned over and vomited, and when she looked up, she saw Wu Song fixing the door bolt.

Deadbolt?

The lonely man and the widow live in the same room, Wu Song is full of vigor, and she is in the prime of her youth, this, this, this...

In an instant, Pan Jinlian made up tens of thousands of words of small "wow—" essays, what was turned red, and what was panting in a low voice. Just thinking about it made people blush.

Then thinking about Wu Song's usual behavior, the little "wow—" text in Pan Jinlian's mind disappeared in an instant.

It's not that she underestimated Wu Song, but that Wu Song's straight masculinity, even if he was poisoned with an indescribable drug, would bring it out by himself when he was in the same room with her.

The thinking of the straight man of steel is always so cool.

Pan Jinlian sighed, she didn't know if it was for herself or Wu Song.

Wu Song closed the door, probably to treat her injured leg, which was the most outrageous thing Wu Song could do.

Sure enough, Wu Song locked the door, turned around and came to Pan Jinlian, frowned, looked down, hesitated for a moment, and said carefully: "I have experience in bone setting, if you believe me, I can give it a try."

Compared with Wu Song's cautious and cautious behavior, Pan Jinlian's behavior can be described as stepping on the secular morality on the soles of her feet-she raised her eyebrows, leaned over to lift the skirt, untied her shoes and socks, held her injured leg with both hands, and stretched her leg horizontally, Put it on the chair in front of Wu Song, and said: "Come, come, you are welcome."

Wu Song: "..."

Bai Shengsheng's legs were stretched in front of him, with purple-red scars dotted on them, giving him a sadistic beauty.

For a moment, Wu Song thought that he had come to the fairy cave where he had practiced for a thousand years.

The throbbing in my heart came inexplicably, like beating a drum every now and then.

Wu Song's Adam's apple rolled, and he pursed his lips.

As if aware of Wu Song's confusion, Pan Jinlian deliberately adjusted the atmosphere and said, "Healers are parents, Dad, I believe you."

Wu Song: "..."

It was obviously more embarrassing now.

Afraid that Pan Jinlian would say something shocking again, Wu Song took a deep breath, put his broad palm on the red and swollen wound, and was about to exert force, when his arm was suddenly held by a soft little hand, and Pan Jinlian's coquettish voice was heard next to his ear : "Wait, will it hurt?"

Wu Song raised his head helplessly: "It's just a broken leg, what—"

Before finishing speaking, Wu Song shut up.

The person in front of her was as delicate as a flower in full bloom but not fully in full bloom, with watery eyes, pink and tender lips, and skin that was more like the finest suet jade.

Although he had never seen what the ordered mutton fat jade looked like, after seeing Pan Jinlian's face, he also knew the mutton fat jade: it was pure and flawless, with a hint of brilliance flowing.

Such a person was born to be held in the palm of his hand and cared for. The reason why she walks alone in the city is not because she likes to suffer, but because of this era. She does not want to be enslaved or oppressed, so she uses her own Ways to fight against the dark environment.

But even so, she is still a delicate little girl.

The starlight in Wu Song's eyes softened, his voice softened by three points, and the movements of his hands became lighter, saying: "It won't hurt very much, it will be soon, just one, one will be fine, don't be afraid."

Pan Jinlian blinked, wondering if there was something wrong with her ears.

She swears to God that this is the longest sentence Wu Song has ever said to her since she knew Wu Song, and it is also the most gentle one.

It even has a taste of coaxing between lovers.

...Wait, between lovers? ! ! !