Here it is......

Han Lin opened his eyes with difficulty, but there was a square table next to the table, and there was a little girl sitting on the pomp with one hand supporting his head! This girl is dressed in a cyan costume, which should be a jacket skirt, and there are many fine pleats around the waist, which looks like... Costumes of the Ming Dynasty!

God, what's going on?

Han Lin is just an ordinary second-degree science student, except for reading some historical novels, he doesn't know much about real history, and it is extremely rare to recognize the costumes of the Ming Dynasty.

"Young Master, you're awake!" The crisp female voice woke Han Lin up from the fog, it was the little girl who was only about eleven or twelve years old, she immediately turned around, "The slave maid will go and inform the lady immediately." ”

"Hey... Wait," Han Linzheng was confused, he couldn't just let her go, "What did you just call me?" ”

The little girl took two steps back and replied, "The slave calls you young master." ”

"Young master, what young master?" Before Han Lin could continue to ask clearly, the little girl had already run away in a panic.

Han Lin sat up and looked at the room carefully, and found that the furniture seemed to be made of precious wood such as rosewood: What the hell is going on, I remember that I drank a lot of wine after being dumped by that bitch, and then accidentally ran onto the road... Hit by a car and fly! Am I not dead? I think now that only my head hurts a little, I can't be crossing, right?

Han Lin rubbed her head, and at this time the little girl had already returned, but she timidly followed behind a beautiful woman in a purple short dress and long skirt.

The beautiful woman saw Han Lin sitting up, and immediately came to the bedside and said, "Lin'er, you finally woke up, hurry, lie down and rest." As he spoke, he helped Han Lin to lie down.

"I ......" Han Lin didn't know what was happening to him, he looked at the woman's red eyes again, lay down obediently, and then said: "I don't seem to remember anything, may I ask who I am, who are you?" After speaking, he looked at each other nervously.

The woman's breath stagnated, and then gradually eased up, and replied softly: "Silly child, your surname is Han Minglin, and you are the eldest son of our Han family, and I am your mother." That day, you fell off the horse and broke your head and bleed, but fortunately, the doctor treated you in time and got you out of danger, but you have been in a coma, and the doctor also said that you may have amnesia, but I didn't expect you to wake up but you really can't remember anything. And as she spoke, the woman wept again.

Seeing this, Han Lin immediately interrupted her: "Then I still don't know the names and identities of you and Daddy?" ”

"For your mother's surname Zhao Dan's name is Yu, your father's name is Han Duan, and he is a member of the imperial court and a commander of Guangdong." The woman said slowly.

Guangdong is the commander of the envoy, this seems to be an official who manages the local military, is the second grade, and it is really not small, so to speak, I have crossed from a poor dick to the second generation of officials. Han Lin reacted, and there was a little joy in his heart, after all, he was a person with status and status as soon as he crossed over.

"By the way, mother, what year is it?" Han Lin continued to ask.

"It's the eighth year of Chongzhen, you were born in the first year of Taichang, and you're exactly fifteen years old this year."

Hiss...... Chongzhen eight years, doesn't that mean that the dynasty is about to perish, I want to become a person who died in the country, and in the future, I will have to shave my hair and braids, wear a long coat or something, maybe I will be slaughtered by accident, what a bad luck! Han Lin looked at the gentle face of his "mother" and wanted to cry.

In the eighth year of Chongzhen, that is, in 1635 AD, this year there was the Xingyang Conference of the peasant rebel army led by Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong and others, the rearrangement of the Mongolian flags in the Later Jin, and the continuous plundering and harassment of the border of the Ming Dynasty by the Jin soldiers, etc., even if Han Lin did not know these, he also remembered clearly that Chongzhen was the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

At this time, a voice came from outside the door, "Madam, Dr. Zheng is here." Han Lin looked at it, it turned out to be an elderly maid, who should have followed his mother, and behind her was an old man, estimated to be sixty or seventy years old, carrying a medicine box, presumably Dr. Zheng.

Next, Dr. Zheng examined Han Lin like a guinea pig for a long time, and finally said: "Madam, the son is fine, as long as he makes up for his body, he can recover as before." ”

"Thank you, Dr. Zheng." Mother Zhao Yu was very pleased, but Han Lin pursed her lips and said secretly: This old guy has been messing with me for a long time, just come to such a sentence, I still need you to say it.

After Dr. Zheng left, Han Lin suddenly said, "Mother, I want to practice martial arts." ”

Mother-in-law Zhao Yu was surprised: "You kid, your father didn't study hard when he pressed you to learn martial arts before, but now I think of practicing martial arts, but I have to rest for more than ten days before I can do it." ”

"Ten days?" Han Lin had a bitter face, "No, I'm going to practice now." After saying that, he wanted to get out of bed regardless of the obstacles. It's really Han Lin who feels that time is running out, now Da Ming is already trapped internally and externally, and he feels that his body is completely fine, and he even has endless strength, which is completely different from only those few ribs on his body before he crossed. In his previous life, Han Lin was just a dick, and this time he must make a career.

Zhao Yu saw that Han Lin was resolute, and he couldn't help it, so he asked Xiaoqing, the eleven or twelve-year-old girl, Zhao Yu kindly bought it and gave her name to change clothes for Han Lin.

The three women in the room are accustomed to this, and even the original Han Lin will take advantage of Xiaoqing, and now Han Lin only feels awkward, but it seems that he can't even wear the clothes of this era now, so he can only hand them over to Xiaoqing.

Zhao Yu took Han Lin to a spacious courtyard, where an ordinary-looking old man was sitting upright in the stone pavilion holding a book and reading.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry to disturb you, the dog wants to learn martial arts, I want to bring him to you if I want to come and go." Zhao Yu said to the old man respectfully, and said: "Lin'er, I haven't seen your master soon, your father learned martial arts with Uncle Zhang when he was young, and he happened to come to live for a while recently, as long as you can get his guidance, your martial arts will soon be able to be practiced." ”

"Han Lin has seen Shigong." Han Lin hurriedly bowed.

The old man put down the book, stared at Han Lin and said, "Han Duan told me about you, saying that you are not a weapon, and I have not bothered to care about you for so many years, why do you suddenly want to learn martial arts." ”

Han Lin's face was slightly red, and he still said nonsense seriously: "The eldest husband should practice his skills to serve the country." ”

"Hahaha, okay, then I'll teach you." Uncle Zhang was not hypocritical at all, "Don't be unbearable when the time comes." ”

"Rest assured, I will stay the course!"

……

Han Linshi learned martial arts at the turn of autumn and winter, under the supervision of Uncle Zhang, he smelled the chicken and danced, and practiced for at least six hours a day, even in the cold weather, he was still thinly dressed, and he practiced sweating like rain. From the simplest Zama step, balance exercises, to internal strength, light power, hard work, qigong, etc., to Shaolin stick method, grappling and other widely involved.

Through learning martial arts, Han Lin also realized that the eaves and walls in martial arts novels are real, and he was born with divine power, and now he is only fifteen or sixteen years old and can lift an object of nearly two hundred catties with one hand.

Winter goes to spring, and in the blink of an eye, Han Lin has been learning martial arts with Uncle Zhang for nearly half a year, and Uncle Zhang is also leaving.

One day, at Uncle Zhang's feast, he was in the main position, Han Duan, the host, sat on his right side, and Han Lin and Han Shan, Han Lin's half-brother, who was keen to gain fame, sat on the left side.

Han Duan saluted Uncle Zhang and looked at Han Lin: "You have been learning martial arts with your master for a while, and your father will test the effect of your martial arts practice in front of your master." After speaking, Han Duan walked out, came to the open space outside, and ordered his subordinates to bring two unbladed spears.

Han Lin took the spear of about one meter five, waved it a few times, and then assumed a defensive posture. According to Han Lin's thoughts, Han Duan's test is just a few tricks.

Who knew that Han Duan immediately scolded: "A dignified seven-foot man, he is cowardly before fighting, and he has no blood!" Attack me! "It turned out that Han Duan had been in the army for a long time, and had experienced many large and small battles, and in his early years, when his official position was not high, he would charge forward in battle and bravely kill the enemy, which was extremely rare among the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty in that era. At this time, Han Duan was standing there with a spear in his hand, and he unconsciously revealed a trace of murderous aura.

Han Lin took a deep breath, randomly lifted his gun, and slammed Huang Long with all his strength, stabbing towards Han Duan's vital point, and the latter picked Han Lin's gun crooked with just a flick of his wrist. Han Lin knew the gap between himself and his father, so he shot more and more fiercely, but every time he was easily resolved by Han Duan, he did not pose a threat to him at all.

After more than a dozen moves, Han Duan reminded in a deep voice: "It's time for me to attack." His marksmanship was not fixed, but he always went towards Han Lin's flaws, instantly beating Han Lin to the point that he had no power to fight back. In the end, Han Duan threw off the spear, knocked out the gun in Han Lin's hand, and swept it in a low position, sweeping Han Lin directly to the ground.

Han Duan looked at Han Lin on the ground and said angrily, "Look at what you've learned!" ”

At this time, Uncle Zhang came over and stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Han Duan, your martial arts are still above my old man, how can Lin'er compare with you just now practicing martial arts, I think his martial arts are no longer under the ordinary thousands of households under you." ”

"Dad, is what my master said true?" Han Lin got up and asked excitedly.

"Hmph, that group of wastes makes me angry at the mention of it, now that the country is in crisis, there is still no fighting spirit, and it is not as strong as the newly recruited militia, how can it be compared with the men of my Han family." It seems that Han Duan is actually quite satisfied with Han Lin, but he doesn't want Han Lin to be proud of this.

After Han Duan said this, Han Lin finally remembered that it was now the end of the Ming Dynasty, and the combat effectiveness of the guard as a lineage military system was very low, and even many people who had entered the military would rather go to other places to hide in Tibet than stay, it can be said that recruitment is the main military force of the country, but recruitment makes private forces independent of the imperial court control to a certain extent, and the cost is very large.

Han Lin suddenly had an idea: "Dad, I want to be the commander of the guard!" ”