"Is this the method you mentioned?" Zheng Ling'er looked at Zhu Youde in front of her and said with a smile.
Zhu Youde found a bamboo hat from somewhere, which was just enough to cover his face.
"That's not bad..."
Zhu Youde looked at the bronze mirror a few times and felt that there was nothing wrong.
He had just returned to the palace and expressed his thoughts to Luo Xian. Luo Xian naturally supported Zhu Youde.
In this way, Zhu Youde can get closer to the talented people in Daliang. If there are outstanding ones, he can definitely recruit them.
Those who flatter the superior will inevitably bully the inferior.
This is an eternal truth in Zhu Youde's heart.
Yueyu Lake itself is located near the imperial city and can be regarded as a royal lake.
In the bustling city of Kyoto, it is a good place to go.
It's the middle of winter, and a light snowfall came unexpectedly last night.
The color of the snow even covers the lake with a layer of gauze.
Normally, Yueyu Lake is not open to the public at all, but this time it is the poetry festival, so it will naturally be open to some talented people and beauties.
However, Zhu Youde, wearing a black hat, is really eye-catching on the road.
But Zhu Youde is in the advanced stage of social psoriasis and doesn't pay any attention to those people's opinions.
It is still daytime, so there are not too many people around Yueyu Lake.
Some of them are also young talents and beauties, meeting here.
The two of them had a different feeling walking by the lake.
Unknowingly, the two of them had arrived at a secluded place.
The two of them were ready to take a rest, but before they could sit down, the sound of fighting came from nearby.
"This is?"
Zhu Youde and Zheng Ling'er looked at each other with a little surprise in their eyes.
Before the two of them could react, a delicate figure came into view.
A woman wearing exotic clothes stumbled towards this side.
Behind her, two men in black, covered in blood, were chasing after her.
Zheng Ling'er's eyes panicked: "What should I do?"
"Help." Zhu Youde took two steps back and said.
Zheng Ling'er was not weak in strength. After hearing these words, she did not hesitate at all.
Although I don't understand the situation clearly, I can also understand that this assassin is definitely not a good person.
And when Zhu Youde looked at the carvings on their clothes, he felt a bit familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.
Although Zheng Ling'er's strength is not weak, it is obviously inferior to those assassins.
Seeing this situation, Zhu Youde did not stand idly by.
He secretly took out a handful of dust from his arms and said, "Get out of the way."
Zhu Youde shouted, and Zheng Ling'er seemed to understand something and ducked away instantly.
The moment Zheng Ling'er dodged, a burst of white dust fell directly on the assassin.
A gust of fragrant wind came, and the powder was flying in the air.
Zhu Youde looked at the two people opposite him with a sneer on his face: "I've been hit by cartilage powder, let's see what you do."
When the two assassins heard this, they looked at each other.
The next second, he ran away behind him.
Seeing those assassins leaving, Zhu Youde breathed a sigh of relief.
Let Zheng Ling'er take the woman and run towards a livelier place.
"Why do you still have cartilage powder on you?" Zheng Ling'er was also confused and asked.
Hearing this, Zhu Youde rolled his eyes: "Do you think this is really cartilage powder? This is the powder I bought for my wife."
Zheng Ling'er on the side was slightly startled at first, then covered her mouth and laughed.
"It's true that you are brave enough to use fragrant powder as cartilage powder."
Zhu Youde felt calm, but he was indeed a little scared just now.
If the two assassins had not been fooled, then he would not be a hero saving the beauty, but would be seeking his own death.
In Zhu Youde's mind, he was still recalling the logos on the clothes of the two assassins.
In fact, there was one thing that Zhu Youde didn't understand. They were still wearing night clothes in broad daylight. Was it because they were afraid that others wouldn't recognize them as assassins?
"That's right." Zhu Youde suddenly recalled.
That Peugeot is a wolf head, which is exactly the same as the assassins who broke into the palace before.
So that means those assassins should be Huns?
Thinking of this, Zhu Youde's eyes fell on the woman he had just rescued.
The woman was dressed in an exotic outfit and she didn't look like she was from Daliang.
The tulle on her face had fallen off at this time, and what was revealed under the tulle was a face that could be said to be alluring.
Her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, giving her a sickly feeling.
For a moment, Zhu Youde looked a little dull.
"What are you looking at? It's not so good to look at." Zheng Ling'er seemed a little dissatisfied and teased.
Seeing Zheng Ling'er looking a little angry and looking particularly pretty, Zhu Youde also giggled.
Then the woman spoke: "Thank you two for the rescue. I'm very grateful, little lady."
The sound is particularly crisp and gentle, as gentle as a silver bell.
Zhu Youde waved his hand: "This is a piece of cake. I wonder who you are? Who are those assassins?"
"It's not like you saved him, you just sprinkled some powder on him." Zheng Ling'er continued on the side.
The woman chuckled lightly and then slowly said: "The little girl's name is Yu Mengji. She is a foreigner who has left the country. She came here to participate in the poetry meeting.
"Because it was too boring in the post house, I took my attendants to take a walk by the lake. Who knew I would meet those assassins? Now my attendants have protected me for me..."
Speaking of this, the woman's eyes were already in tears, and she was even more green after the rain.
Even Zhu Youde had a feeling of pity for him.
"Are you Yu Mengji?" Zheng Ling'er's face changed slightly when she heard this.
"What happened to Yumengji?" Zhu Youde was a little confused. Although the name felt familiar, he had forgotten it.
Zheng Ling'er looked at Zhu Youde with an uncultured look: "Yu Mengji is the most talented woman in Li country, and she is the one who came to participate in Li Liang Poetry Club this time."
Only then did Zhu Youde remember that this seemed to be the case.
It is basically impossible to have the same name, so it means that the person in front of you is the most talented woman.
Yu Mengji is not only the most talented woman in Liguo, but also the daughter of the regent of Liguo.
The Liguo Emperor is only about ten years old now, and all major affairs of the court are handled by the regent.
If something happens to Yu Mengji in Daliang, then Li Guo will definitely break up with Daliang.
Thinking of this, Zhu Youde seemed to understand why those Huns assassins took action against Yu Mengji.
He just wants to assassinate Yu Mengji, and then stir up a dispute between Li Guo and Daliang, and then they can make a profit.
Zhu Youde couldn't help but feel cold in his back. Fortunately, he was lucky and saved the fish dream machine.
"You've received the award, girl. She's just a little talented. How dare you say you're number one?" The woman smiled, seeming a little ashamed.
But in Zhu Youde's opinion, this is the proper Versailles.
Then he said: "In that case, I will send the girl back to the post house. Those assassins just now are not from Daliang."
Yu Mengji naturally knew the deep meaning of Zhu Youde's words and nodded: "The wolf heads on those people just now are the symbol of the Huns. Plus the Hun language I just heard, they should be the Huns."
A smile appeared at the corner of Zhu Youde's mouth: "It would be nice if the girl knew..."