After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

Cheng Songan gritted her teeth and ran up the mountain. She remembered that there was a shallow swamp on the mountain. As long as she could lead them there, they could escape.

Fortunately, she was familiar with all the places in Yizhou, big and small, so she was not afraid when running up the mountain. However, she had never been to a barren mountain alone, so she was inevitably a little panicked.

Meng Yidong caught up with his sword, and together with the servants he brought with him, they surrounded her. "You damned girl, if I catch you, I will make sure you are doomed!"

He was barely ten years old, yet he looked like a demon. Judging from his tone, one could tell how many people he had played tricks on and harmed.

Cheng Songan knew that she would not get any good results today, so she could only try her best to delay and wait for Haitang and Lu Qingshan to rescue her. But if she was really caught by this little bastard, she could not admit defeat and would just drag him down with her.

"Do you think Yizhou is named after your Meng family?" Cheng Songan frowned slightly, and didn't mind exposing her identity at this moment, which made him feel a little uneasy. "I am the eldest daughter of Chengge's family, and the governor, Lord Lu, is my uncle. If you dare to attack me, they will never let you go!"

After hearing this, Meng Yidong really stopped. A man like him who relied on his family's power to act tyrannically would naturally pay extra attention to the famous families in Yizhou. The Cheng family and the Lu family should not be underestimated.

Seeing him relax, Cheng Songan felt relieved and said with relief: "Your father and my grandfather and Uncle Lu are all colleagues. If you hurt me, it will hurt the reputation of all three families. It is better to let it go."

Meng Yidong's anger rose again after hearing this. He immediately remembered the humiliation of being knocked to the ground by a little girl and then stepped on hard. He said viciously: "I don't care about the Cheng family or the Lu family. If you dare to hit me, I will kill you."

The servant beside him said maliciously: "Who knows if she is an imposter? Don't worry, young master. Let's tie her up in the mountains and have some fun. Who will know?"

When Meng Yidong heard this, he immediately smiled and moved towards Cheng Songan even more unscrupulously.

Cheng Songan took a deep breath, pointed in the direction of the mountain and shouted: "Lu Xiaojiu! Come and save me!"

After all, the three men were young, and when she called out to them, they all turned around to look. Cheng Songan took advantage of this opportunity to punch Meng Yidong hard in the abdomen and snatched his sword.

Meng Yidong yelled, "How dare you lie to me, little bitch!"

With the dagger in hand, Cheng Songan felt more confident. He held the hilt of the sword and pointed the tip of the sword at Meng Yidong. He said calmly, "I advise you to get down the mountain quickly, or I'll cut off your tongue!"

The two servants were a little afraid that something had really happened to their master, so they quickly exchanged glances, suggesting that they go back and find more people. However, Meng Yidong was so angry that he rushed over recklessly.

Cheng Songan had never hurt anyone with a sword before, so she could not help but dodge. The sword brushed Meng Yidong's arm, leaving a bloody mark. She held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, her eyes revealing a cold chill: "Get out!"

When the two servants saw Meng Yidong bleeding, they immediately felt that a disaster was imminent. They were afraid that they would be beaten to death by the master of the house if they returned. They no longer cared about anything else and pounced on Cheng Songan from the left and right.

Cheng Songan was caught in a dilemma. Even with the dagger in his hand, he was no match for the desperate stance of the three of them. When a servant rushed over at him again, the dagger was knocked to the ground.

As soon as the sword slipped out of her hand, she immediately ran towards the swamp on the mountain. The wind whistled in her ears and she was unaware of the branches scratching her face. There was only one thought in her mind: run, run quickly, run to the edge of the swamp and drown these little bastards!

But the person chasing her was like a ghost, always half a step away from her back. When she moved faster, he moved faster; when she moved slower, he moved slower too.

Cheng Songan couldn't help but hold his head and yell, "Lu Xiaojiu! Lu Xiaojiu!"

After shouting for a while, her voice became hoarse and tears kept falling. She could not run anymore, so she sat down on the hill, grabbed a handful of dirt in each hand, and wanted to give them one last blow.

The person behind him chuckled: "You weren't crying just now, why are you crying now?"

The voice was clear and gentle, and it was not Meng Yidong at all.

Cheng Songan slowly loosened her hand and looked back. The young man behind her was wearing a purple robe and an eight-treasure purple gold crown on his head. He was looking at her with a smile on his face, holding the dagger she dropped in his hand.

She looked back the way she came. The three people had long disappeared. Only this person who was following her silently was left. She had no idea when he came or how long he had been following her. He was like a ghost.

It's just that this ghost is very good-looking. She thought that most of the children of Yizhou's noble families were pretentious, and only Lu Xiaojiu could catch her eye. Who knew that this man was even better than Lu Xiaojiu.

Cheng Songan didn't know why his face turned red. He forgot his fear and asked boldly, "Who are you?"

Cui Yuanqing did not answer, but asked calmly: "You have been calling Lu Xiaojiu, who is he to you?"

Cheng Songan wiped away tears, a streak of mud fell on his face, but he raised his head and said: "Are you in the same group as Meng Yidong? Kill him if you want. Lu Xiaojiu will definitely avenge me!"

Cui Yuanqing looked at her righteous attitude and laughed a little. He couldn't help but reach out and wipe the mud mark for her. His movements were gentle, but his voice was a little stiff: "You haven't told me who he is yet."

Cheng Songan was startled by his actions and stepped back a little: "How dare you molest me! Lu Xiaojiu will not let you go. My grandmother said that I will marry him in the future."

Cui Yuanqing curled his hands slightly, avoiding her clear eyes, and handed her the dagger in his hand and said, "Those people dare not come again. Can you go down the mountain by yourself?"

Cheng Songan was stunned. Was he going to let him go down the mountain? Was he the one who drove Meng Yidong away? Was he here to save him?

She took the dagger uncertainly, slowly pulled it out and placed it in front of her, not trusting him very much: "Go away first."

At this moment, Cheng Songan no longer looked at Meng Yidong with disgust and contempt, nor did she have the coldness she had when confronting them. Her eyes were full of confusion and curiosity, but she remained alert, like a little leopard that had just come down the mountain.

The trembling in Cui Yuanqing's heart came again. To reassure her, he slowly turned around and walked down the mountain.

Cheng Songan finally believed that he had indeed saved him. He heaved a sigh of relief and shouted in the direction of Cui Yuanqing: "Big brother, my name is Yun Dai, thank you for saving me!"

Cui Yuanqing paused and wanted to turn back, but he held himself back.

Cheng Songan felt a little disappointed when she saw that he didn't respond. She stood up holding the sword. Just as she took a step, she suddenly heard the roar of a wild beast in the valley, which made her shiver.

Cui Yuanqing walked very fast and had long disappeared. Cheng Songan was a little anxious and ran down in panic. After a few steps, she felt something was wrong. The ground under her feet was soft and she fell into the swamp!