My wife is Invincible East

The sky is clear and cloudless, and a scorching sun hangs high in the clouds, emitting soft light and nourishing everything.

Not far outside the capital, a group of five people were galloping on their horses at full speed, stirring up a long trail of dust.

Five people and five horses marched side by side at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, they had traveled a thousand meters. It can be seen that these five horses were of extraordinary breeds and could only be owned by high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

The handsome young man who was leading the group turned to look at the old man beside him and asked, "Old Shang, which route should we take this time?"

This group of people were naturally Zhu Moye and others who had left the palace.

In order to travel light and not attract too much attention, Zhu Moye only brought with him the old eunuch Shang Ming and three trusted generals trained by the Jinyiwei in the past ten years, Long Yi, Long Er, and Long San. They were the three strongest men in the Dragon Guard he established. If these three joined forces, even Shang Ming would be in a bit of a mess.

Shang Ming pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly, saying, "Your Highness, there's no need to worry. We'll ride the national highway this time, passing through Hebei Prefecture and heading straight to Jiangdong. The entire journey is approximately 2500 miles. With the horsepower of these five Ferghana horses, we should be there in about three days."

"When the time comes, we can take the waterway from Nanjing and go directly to Dali Prefecture in Yunnan. We will arrive in less than seven days."

Zhu Moye frowned slightly and said unhappily, "I've told you so many times, don't be too ostentatious outside. Just call me Young Master."

"Yes, yes, I can't change it right now, I will pay attention next time."

Shang Ming quickly apologized, but he was not too worried that Zhu Moye would be angry. After all, he had provided the fastest route, and he was very happy.

But Zhu Moye's next words almost made him drop his jaw in shock.

"too slow……"

Zhu Moye frowned deeply. The fastest speed in Shang Ming's eyes was as slow as a snail in the eyes of a modern person like him. It took ten days to get from Beijing to Yunnan, which was unimaginable in later generations.

It’s not that he couldn’t accept the ten-day journey, he was just afraid of something unexpected happening.

He didn't think that Concubine Wan would have no information about the news and reasons behind his leaving the palace.

If Concubine Wan and her group knew what Duan Yu's corpse represented, they would probably do everything they could to rob it or completely destroy it before him.

"Master, this is already the most efficient route. If we go any faster, I'm afraid we'll just have to fly in the sky."

Shang Ming smiled bitterly. The prince's eagerness to achieve success had not changed at all.

"Shang Ming, if we ride on horseback to Yunnan overnight, how many days will it take to get there?"

Shang Ming frowned slightly and said truthfully, "If we travel day and night, it will probably take nine days."

"But, this is impossible. Even a Ferghana horse is still a living creature after all. It can't move forward endlessly like a ship. Moreover, it is impossible to travel continuously for nine days. The human body can't sustain it."

Zhu Moye thought about it and realized that it was true. The 800-mile express journey was different from the normal journey.

They were prepared to run the horses to death. Every time they arrived at a post station, someone would take over and continue the journey. They were almost like human perpetual motion machines, so they were naturally fast.

However, this time I am going to Yunnan in person, so it is impossible for me to do that.

After thinking for a while, I found that with the technology of the Ming Dynasty, traveling by land to water was indeed the most efficient and easiest route.

At this moment, I stopped thinking about it and hoped that things would work out.

Even if something unexpected really happened, Yu Zheng, who received his own order, would surely try his best to guard it.

After training those people for ten years, Zhu Moye believed in their abilities.

Without further hesitation, he crossed his legs and shouted, "Go!"

The Arabian horse under him seemed to sense his master's eagerness, and it galloped away with its hooves madly.

……

At this time, it was almost evening, and the sun had bent slightly, emitting afterglow.

In Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province.

It was a bustling, bustling scene. As an important provincial city next to the capital, it was not much worse than the capital.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a crisp sound of porcelain exploding exploded in the center of the city, attracting the attention of hundreds of ordinary people in the center of the city, and they all looked in that direction.

Snapped!

Another crisp sound was heard, and a young girl in her teens screamed in pain and fell to the ground. She was slapped back several meters, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The girl covered her swollen face with her hands, her eyes filled with tears, she felt extremely aggrieved, but even more so, she was terrified.

"Baga! Even the most basic noodles are cooked like mud. It's ridiculous that the Ming Dynasty still calls itself the Celestial Empire where food is the most important thing for the people. It's just garbage, hahahaha."

A man in loose clothes, a long sword tied to his belt, and wooden clogs on his feet laughed disdainfully after a round of ridicule.

This man had a mustache, shifty eyes, and short hair tied into a high braid. He was obviously not dressed like a person from the Central Plains.

These extremely arrogant words naturally aroused the public's dissatisfaction. Immediately, a butcher selling pork next to the noodle stall jumped out with a kitchen knife in hand, cursing: "Damn it, which barbarian came from some desolate place to dare to bully women in my Ming Dynasty? I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

"Okay! Beat him!"

"Drive this bastard out of the Ming Dynasty!"

"It's best to castrate this brat. A man who beats a woman for no reason is not worthy of being a man!"

No matter what era, those who stand up are always a minority, but those who make trouble are countless.

As soon as he heard the words coming like a tide, the butcher's blood rushed to his head. He let out a strange cry and chopped forward with his butcher knife.

It’s true, killing too many animals does make one feel quite murderous.

The Japanese soldier was slightly stunned, then sneered. This kind of random hacking didn't even require him to dodge. He tilted his body slightly and stretched his legs.

The butcher's fat body lost balance in an instant, and he fell to the ground with a strange cry, his face hitting the ground, his front teeth sticking out, and blood flowing.

The little devil spat fiercely and cursed, "You vulgar and untouchable person, how dare you draw your sword against a noble Japanese? Today, I will take Miss Prince Hua away, and you must die to atone for your sins!"

Stab it!

He suddenly drew the samurai sword from his waist and chopped it off the butcher's head as he was unable to move.

Just as everyone was looking at this lawless scene in horror and was stunned.

An angry roar resounded through the sky.

"Bastard! Stop it!"

Phew, we finally reached the Jianghu chapter. It’s still easier to write about revenge and good deeds, ah!

Chapter 24 The Killer's Smile

Zhu Moye's face was as gloomy as water. He had been busy all day and was exhausted. He had just arrived in Shijiazhuang and wanted to find an inn to complain when he encountered this incident.

It is now the Chenghua period. Logically speaking, the first time the Japanese devils attacked the mainland was during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, which is still a hundred or eighty years ago. Before that, they only harassed and robbed the coastal areas of Shandong.

Unexpectedly, this time he came directly to Shijiazhuang, which is close to the capital, and dared to kill people in the street under the feet of the emperor.

He also mocked the Chinese nation as garbage, saying that not only did they kill people, they also raped women, which was simply too much.

"Stop, or die!"

Zhu Moye narrowed his eyes slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes. In his previous life, he had no good feelings towards this group of cowards who were afraid to take historical responsibility. This time, he saw such bullying of men and women right under his nose.

Putting aside his identity as the crown prince and future emperor, any Chinese citizen would be furious.

Hosokawa Masamoto was enveloped by the murderous aura that seemed to be tangible, and goose bumps suddenly appeared all over his body, as if he was being stared at by a tiger that was ready to devour its prey. The falling Kikumonji samurai sword paused slightly and stopped just less than a centimeter away from the butcher's neck.

"Bagayalu, who the hell are you to meddle in this prince's affairs?"

Zhu Moye's extremely cold eyes made Hosokawa Masamoto unable to bear it any longer. Thinking of his own identity, he became more confident and started to curse in Japanese.

"How dare you! How dare you speak to the young master like that? Slap him!"

Shang Ming's face changed slightly. The Japanese man in front of him was simply courting death. He even dared to provoke the prince who was already furious. He immediately shouted loudly.

He had just finished speaking when Long Yi beside him flashed, leaving an afterimage at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, and rushed forward to slap him twice.

Masamoto Hosokawa only felt stars in front of his eyes, an inexplicable pain on both sides of his cheeks, and a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth. Before he could react, the black shadow in front of him disappeared.

"Wow……"

After a while, Masamoto Hosokawa, who was stunned by two slaps, was awakened by the taste of blood in his mouth. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood with a few broken teeth.

His cheeks were red and blood was oozing from the corners of his lips. The arrogant and complacent Hosokawa Masamoto became so embarrassed in the blink of an eye. The crowd of nearly a thousand onlookers burst into thunderous cheers.

"Well done! This bastard ate and ate at my restaurant yesterday and then beat someone up. It would be best if he were to kill me!"

"Speaking of which, this Japanese guy seems to be very important. Is this young man okay?"

"What are you afraid of? That guy just now called himself the prince, and this young master's follower dared to slap him. He must be someone with a powerful background."

"That's right, even if our background is not as good as that birdman, so what? In our Ming Dynasty, even if all the Japanese devils come, we will teach them a lesson!"

……

For a moment, the already bustling city center became even more noisy, with people talking and having different opinions.

But there was one unexpected point of unity: indignation towards Hosokawa Masamoto.

The Chinese people have always been like this. It's okay for brothers to fight with each other, but if any outsider dares to come and make trouble, they will definitely unite and face the outsider together.

When Zhu Moye saw the situation at this time, the anger in his heart immediately subsided a lot. Gang Ming is Gang Ming. From the king to the common people, there is no coward.

Just now they were frightened and stood there, and Zhu Moye did not show much disdain for it.

It is completely understandable that ordinary people who live in peacetime and even rarely see blood would be frightened and at a loss when they see people suddenly being killed in the street.

However, if I hadn't appeared in time, this brave butcher would have been covered in blood, which would have aroused the ferocity of the crowd.

By then, even if we beat the Japanese devils into a paste, it will not be as important as the life of a Ming Dynasty citizen.

"Baga, baga, you're making me so angry! You lowly Chinese pigs! How dare you hit me? I'm going to kill you to show the majesty of the empire!"

The sarcasm and insults that came like a tide made Hosokawa Masamoto, who had never suffered such humiliation, completely lose control. With red eyes, he roared, holding a knife in both hands, stepping on wooden clogs, and rushed forward with a strange pace, swaying from step to step.

"Young Master, be careful!"

When the crowd saw Hosokawa Masamoto suddenly rushing towards Zhu Moye like a madman, and in just a few breaths he bypassed all obstacles with a strange body movement, and chopped down with a vertical knife, they all shouted together.

Zhu Moye crossed his arms over his chest, not taking it seriously at all, as if what was coming down on his forehead wasn't a knife, but a fried dough stick. He didn't even bother to dodge.

Shang Ming, Long Yi and others also turned a blind eye and watched leisurely. Their duty was to obey orders. They would not move without Zhu Moye's order.

What's more, they didn't think this weakling could hurt the evil prince.

"die!"

Seeing that Zhu Moye did not dodge at all, and seemed to be imitating the way he dealt with the butcher just now, Hosokawa Masamoto was even more furious. His face flushed red and he roared, slashing down with all his strength with both hands, as if to sweep away everything and create the world.

"You're quite capable..."

Zhu Moye felt waves of coolness on his scalp, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he commented in his heart.

Having reached the Gangjin realm, his ability to ignore everything and sense danger and avoid it has become perfect. The slight chill on his skin means that if he doesn't avoid it, the knife will cause harm to him and is enough to break his hardened skin.

Just as the cold light of the blade was close to Zhu Moye's eyebrows, he grinned.

He smiled, and that almost cruel smile made nearly a thousand people present shudder as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The God of Death laughs, and all living beings perish!

This is the devil's smile!

Chapter 25: Committing suicide by seppuku!

Just as the cold light of the blade was about to touch Zhu Moye's eyebrows, his ankle twisted slightly, and his whole body tilted down at an abnormal angle, but it stopped steadily in mid-air without falling to the ground.

He narrowly avoided Hosokawa Masamoto's full-strength sword attack.

A trace of an almost cruel smile appeared on the corner of Hosokawa Masamoto's mouth. The blade was less than one centimeter away from his head. In the next moment, this hateful guy would be broken into two halves, and blood would splatter on the spot, allowing these ignorant Chinese people to see the power of the Japanese samurai.

Suddenly his eyes blurred and the guy disappeared in front of him as if he had teleported.

Masamoto Hosokawa rushed forward too fast, and without a target, he lost his balance and crashed straight into the marble ground.

"Baga! Stop it!"

Hosokawa Masamoto was so frightened that he thought if he hit his head on the cold ground, he would be disfigured if not dead.

He shouted angrily, raised his clogs hard, and rubbed them against the ground for nearly a meter to stop his falling body.

He was panting like a cow, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Just as he staggered and tried to straighten his body, a teasing laugh came into his ears.

"If you're a turtle, you should be prepared to be a turtle. Get down!"

Snapped!