Usurping the Song Dynasty: Ximen Officials

When I woke up, I became Ximen Qing. Looking at that suave face in the mirror, I slapped the table and laughed wildly: It's finally my turn to be rich and powerful! Wu Dalang's cooking cakes? Pan Jinlian's belt? Grandma Wang's tea party? Joke! This dragon chair of the Song Dynasty is the belt that I, Ximen Qing, want to untie! While the heroes of Liangshan were still struggling to recruit troops, I had already trained an iron-blooded private army using modern military techniques; When Zhao Ji was still singing about the wind and moon in the painting academy, my caravan had already controlled the economic lifeline of the Song Dynasty; Take Sanniang into custody? Accept Master Li? Save Mrs. Lin? I want beauty, and even more so, country! Until that day, Yue Fei raised the Liquan Spear under my command, and Song Jiang fell to the ground and trembled in front of me: "Your Majesty Ximen... Do you still want this Liangshan Park?"