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

Although Pan Jinlian went to Liangshan, she did not rely on the people of Liangshan to win the world. She united with Fang La and attracted many rebels from all over the world. Step by step, she overthrew the Song Dynasty regime, so all forces regarded her as the queen There are not many opinions on the matter, and the only objection is some pedantic scholars.

Song/Tai/Zu got the country in a bad way, and always used literati to suppress military generals, so the status of literati is quite high, and Pan Jinlian has no idea of ​​enshrining literati.

She conquered the country bit by bit. She didn't steal other people's power, and she didn't need to deliberately guard against others.

With a clear heart, you will naturally do things unscrupulously, and you don't need to look at the literati's face.

The voices of opposition were swept away by her, and the literati who had seen her killing and decisive bowed their heads to her without any disrespect.

The Ziwei star in the night is getting brighter and brighter, and a dynasty that once stood proudly on the top of the world has once again climbed to the top.

Nine days are closed and the palace is opened, and all nations dress and crown.

During the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, there was a distinction between internal and external courts, with the shadow of a constitutional monarchy. Pan Jinlian was not a power-hungry person. A constitutional monarchy advances.

The courtiers thought that Pan Jinlian was probably crazy, and the people in Liangshan headed by Song Jiang, as well as the Fangla Group also thought that Pan Jinlian had a brain hole.

Throughout the ages, which emperor did not hold power tightly in his own hands?

However, Pan Jinlian did not take the usual path, and wanted to delegate all the powers in her hands, which made people puzzled, and it was unclear whether she was deliberately probing or really delegated powers.

There was no sound in the hall, Pan Jinlian cleared her throat, and said: "If there is no objection, let's implement it from today."

After the court was over, everyone still felt dizzy, as if they were living in a dream.

Pan Jinlian didn't care about the state of the people, happily looking forward to a good life of eating, drinking and having fun.

When the system was first implemented, the courtiers were quite apprehensive, and asked Pan Jinlian about some political matters from time to time.

Pan Jinlian will only approve the matter on extremely important matters, and let the courtiers make their own decisions on other matters. After a long time, the courtiers will understand that Pan Jinlian is really delegating power, and it is not intentional to test whether they are greedy for power .

After the courtiers learned of Pan Jinlian's intentions, they gradually became bolder, pooled their wisdom, and thoroughly promoted the system formulated by Pan Jinlian.

Although a constitutional monarchy has been implemented, the thought of the monarch's mighty power has been engraved in the bones of the world for thousands of years, and it is difficult to change it for a while. In addition, Pan Jinlian started the world from scratch, and the ability of geniuses from heaven has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. He treated Pan Jinlian as the emperor, and asked Pan Jinlian for advice on important government affairs.

The promotion of the constitutional monarchy did not meet Pan Jinlian's expectations. The courtiers came to report to Pan Jinlian once a month. Pan Jinlian listened to what the courtiers said, thinking about the traditions of China since ancient times, and silently lowered her expectations.

Once a month is better than every day!

At least she can sleep late.

Thinking of this, Pan Jinlian felt much more at ease.

Today was the day when the courtiers had an audience. The memorial had already been brought in by the industrious servant, and Pan Jinlian was asked to watch it first, so as to be mentally prepared for what the courtiers were going to say today.

Pan Jinlian looked at the stacks of memorials piled up in front of her, Wu Song did nothing, stood upright, staring at the window sill with star-like eyes, outside the window were blooming flowers and branches, thrushes were chirping on the branches, males The eagle flits across the blue sky, leaving behind a line of white silhouettes.

Pan Jinlian instantly understood the mood of the subjugated king.

She didn't want to approve the memorial, and she didn't want to hear the courtiers say that she woke up a quarter of an hour late today and quarreled all morning about her appearance today.

Especially, when she was discussing government affairs with the courtiers, and Wu Song was standing by the side relaxedly, she felt super unbalanced in her heart!

Military generals are good, and military generals in peacetime are simply not too happy.

Of course, the premise is that the monarch does not deliberately suppress the generals.

There was still some time before the courtiers had an audience, Pan Jinlian turned away the palace people in the palace, and waved to Wusong: "Erlang."

Wu Song turned his head, just seeing her licking her lips and eyes, he couldn't help frowning slightly, his eyes turned down, and fell on the mountain of memorials on the imperial case.

"What's the matter?"

"Come here." Pan Jinlian rested her chin in one hand and twirled her hair with the other, and said, "I'll tell you when you come here."

The warm March sun fell on Wu Song with the unique gentleness of spring, casting a light halo on his heroic face.

So lovely.

At this time, if Wu Song put away the bitterness on her face, she would definitely gallop on the road of a foolish king who misled the country because of her color, and the kind that Radu couldn't come back.

Dare to laugh You Wang is not infatuated.

Wearing a warm sun, Wu Song walked from the gate of the palace to the imperial case, his gaze shifted from top to bottom, casually looking over.

Pan Jinlian raised her head slightly, saw his Adam's apple and sharp chin, stretched out her hand, covered his neck, pressed hard, Wu Song's head lowered, and Pan Jinlian's lips moved together.

Wu Song's lips are not soft, but with the unique coldness of martial arts practitioners. When he first touched them, his movements were also restrained. After a while, there was a storm, full of aggression.

The breath gradually became chaotic, and the memorial on the imperial case fell to the ground with a clatter, and the outer shirt and hairpin fell down one after another, piled all over the ground.

The incense spit out clouds of smoke from the gilded auspicious beast, and Wu Song looked down at Pan Jinlian with deep eyes: "Nonsense."

The king of subjugation in the Song Dynasty never pulled a woman to do that kind of thing on the imperial case.

Pan Jinlian wrapped her arms around Wu Song's neck and said, "Don't you just like me messing around?"

The man in front of me loves prudence the most.

The first time she pulled him to look at the erotic pictures, he turned his face aside and said coldly that she was fooling around, she grabbed his ear and pushed the pictures in front of him, his face was expressionless, but the roots of his ears were red stand up.

That night when the red silk warmed the tent, he pressed against her fiercely, his voice hoarse: "This posture is not very good."

She was like a boat floating in the stormy sea, unable to speak a word, her voice was broken and intermittent.

She and Wu Song were always like this, obviously she was the one who made the move first, but once she got down to business, she couldn't move anymore, like a fish on a chopping board, she could only be manipulated by him.

like now.

It seemed that she was holding Wu Song to prevent Wu Song from leaving, but her little strength was not worth mentioning in front of Wu Song. Wu Song could lift her up with a little effort.

Pan Jinlian rubbed against Wu Song once in a while, and said ambiguously: "If you don't come, those courtiers should come—"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Song sealed his lips.

The cold imperial case was warmed to warm by the scalding body.

The breeze blows outside the window, and the petals are falling down one after another.

In the end, Pan Jinlian underestimated Wu Song, or in other words, underestimated the professionalism of the courtiers.

The servant's voice was high-pitched, and Pan Jinlian said tremblingly, "The court... the courtiers... are here."

Wu Song moved, and his voice was low: "I wasn't afraid just now, why are you afraid now?"

"Don't...someone is coming."

Pan Jinlian went to push Wu Song on her body.

Although she wanted to try all kinds of strange things with Wu Song, she didn't have the habit of trying while others watched.

She occasionally picks up things like cheeks and uses them.

However, her strength is too weak, and it is completely different from Wu Song who can kill a tiger. Wu Song is like a top-mounted Mount Tai, or the one with a hundred thousand volts.

Pan Jinlian sobbed and couldn't speak.

Wu Song frowned impatiently, swung his long arms, turned over and got off the case, and put Pan Jinlian on the chair behind the case. In the incense burner, the incense burned more and more enthusiastically, and the refreshing fragrance lingered throughout the palace.

Pan Jinlian braced herself and opened her eyes. The servant was already pushing the door. Pan Jinlian became more and more anxious, but Wu Song remained unmoved. He left her slender fingers, picked up the coat and wrapped it around her, and then put the Pulling the silk and satin covering the imperial case completely covered up the amorous feelings under the case.

The servant led the courtiers and pushed the door open.

Pan Jinlian's pupils contracted slightly, thinking that Wu Song was really crazy.

The only thing to be thankful for was that on the court case, her clothes didn't move much, and the outer shirt was draped over her body. From the outside, she was still a bit too beautiful and dignified empress.

It's just that his face is a little red and his tone of voice is a little strange.

"Hmm...what's the matter, Aiqing?"

The Imperial Guards outside the hall changed hands, and the armor collided with each other as they walked, making a uniform sound, and the little actor next door was rehearsing a play, singing "Mandarin Duck Zhang Shenghong Lady".

Pan Jinlian's scalp was numb, she didn't know whether she was in hell or heaven, she just hoped that the courtier would hurry up and leave so that she could catch her breath.

Once the courtier opened his mouth, he couldn't stop anymore, Pan Jinlian could only listen patiently.

The courtier had no eyesight and talked eloquently for a long time, and finally realized that something was wrong with Pan Jinlian, and he didn't know whether it was anger or impatient blushing.

"Your Majesty is not feeling well?"

The courtiers were quite caring, asking for warmth.

Pan Jinlian gritted her teeth and said, "No, it's comfortable."

If she gets any more comfortable, she will die.

Time slipped away bit by bit, the courtier held up the memorial and asked attentively: "How does His Majesty give instructions on this matter?"

"allow."

"What about this one?"

"……allow."

"And this one."

"..."

If it weren't for the courtier's expression of worrying about the country and the people and his utter loyalty, she would have suspected that the courtier was sending her to heaven.

Under Pan Jinlian's repeated hints, the courtier finally left.

The door of the palace was closed by the servant, and Pan Jinlian slumped on the chair. Wu Song scooped her up, and she sank from the chair to the ground.

The night seemed to be overwhelmed, and she seemed to see Xitian Tathagata smiling and waving to her.

To die.

The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon springs from the river.

Reunion, it turned out to be a grand disaster.

A few days later, Pan Jinlian raised her eyelids, looked weakly at Wu Song's standing posture as straight as a green pine, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

What does it mean to have more than enough heart but not enough energy?

Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty died on Zhao Hede's bed.

Seeing that she was awake, Wu Song took the decoction from the waiter and fed the black concoction to her mouth.

The bitter taste lingered on the tip of her nose, Pan Jinlian turned her face away in disgust, and said, "Bitter."

Wu Song took back the spoon, drank the soup in the spoon by himself, leaned over lightly, pinched Pan Jinlian's chin, and poured the soup into it.

The little servant serving in the hall silently lowered his head, pretending that he didn't see anything.

After the decoction was fed bit by bit, Wu Song put down the bowl, picked up a piece of candied fruit from the plate held by the waiter, and fed it to Pan Jinlian according to the method just now.

Pan Jinlian was born extremely white, and there were faint fingerprints on the place he pinched. Wu Song glanced at the fingerprints and said indifferently: "Bitter?"

"It's not bitter."

Pan Jinlian chewed the candied fruit, her face was a little hot.

The Wu Song in front of him was really too, he obviously had a face of abstinence and sternness, but what he did was unbearable.

Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauties, and beauties have also been saddened by heroes.

After eating, Pan Jinlian stretched her waist comfortably, and her snow-white arms popped out from the quilt.

Wu Song glanced at her and said, "You are pregnant."

Pan Jinlian's stretching movement paused.

The thrushes on the porch outside the window became more lively, singing unknown spring songs.

Pan Jinlian blinked, thinking that something was wrong with her ears.

Wu Song looked as usual, and continued: "Three months."

Pan Jinlian's eyelids twitched.

Thinking about it carefully, she really hasn't had menstruation for a long time. I thought it was because she had too many shameless days with Wu Song, and her body couldn't support it, but she never thought she was pregnant.

If you are pregnant, there are many things you cannot eat and many things you cannot do.

Pan Jinlian pulled the quilt over her face.

Pregnancy is so annoying.

Wu Song pulled down her quilt, and the sharp-edged face was close at hand, with a heroic spirit like a landscape painting, and said in a deep voice, "Are you unhappy?"

Pan Jinlian suddenly felt that pregnancy didn't seem too bad.

She suddenly looked forward to it, a soft and cute Q version of Xiao Wusong, softly calling her mother.