我叫李默，不知道咋回事，今儿个睡醒就穿来了这儿。睁眼一看，不对啊，这不是我屋里那张破旧的木板床，这是啥？鼻尖子一闻，有股子柴火味儿，还有灰尘呛得人直咳嗽。我“哎哟”一声坐起来，靠，头好痛。

低头一看，这身衣服，粗布直筒，袖口还磨出了毛边，跟我在现代穿的那套西装贵族老爷似的，差了十万八千里。再摸摸身上，没啥口袋，更没钱，手机？电脑？啥玩意儿都没了，直接清零。

“这是哪啊？”我喃喃自语，使劲掐了自己胳膊一下，“嘶——疼！”得，不是梦。

正懵圈呢，外头突然传来一阵急促的敲门声，咚咚咚咚，跟催命似的。“谁啊？”我头都大了，这大清早的，找事儿呢？

门板“吱呀”一声被踹开了，几个穿着灰布军装的士兵冲了进来，为首的那个身披甲胄，手持长枪，直勾勾地盯着我，眼神跟杀猪刀似的。“把主公给我找出来！”士兵头子恶声恶气地吼道，唾沫星子都快喷我脸上了。

“主公？”我更懵了，“你们找谁？我……”

“滚！”士兵头子不耐烦地一脚把我踹在地上，尘土飞扬。“少废话，再找不着主公，军法处置！”

我靠，这帮家伙还敢动手？我挣扎着爬起来，怒火中烧：“你他娘的谁啊？敢动我？”

“哼，找死！” soldiers guarding me are not from the Ming Dynasty of later generations, but from the Qing Dynasty. They wear simple and rough clothes, which are already different from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Seeing this, I calmed down and said, "I, Li Mo, did something wrong? You can punish me if you think I did wrong." Before I could finish speaking, a tall and burly person appeared behind the soldiers. He was dressed in luxurious clothes, and his face was full of resentment.