In the next period of time, people from the academy came one after another, almost exactly the same as Sun Zuoyang's situation. He was first taken up the mountain with his eyes blindfolded, then counted the ransom, and then reported to the director himself. No matter which school, he had to compare with the Dongyi Mountain Lord, and the beautiful name was "serious and helpful".

But in the eyes of the girls detained in the cell, this was simply a comprehensive crushing and humiliation. They all began to feel in their hearts that Dongyi Shanjun was a pervert, a very powerful pervert.

It is like a grudge against the brand of Zhuxiu Academy, with endless display of eighteen talents, and various ways to humiliate the children of the aristocratic families who are fearful and ashamed.

For example, the second young master of the Chen family who came to redeem people chose calligraphy that he had practiced for more than ten years, but after reading the calligraphy of Dongyi Shanjun, he wanted to tear off his cursive script and even chop off his hands that were trembling all the time;

The third young master of the Feng family came to redeem people. He had mediocre homework and had no choice. He closed his eyes and took a random book. The result was naturally self-evident. The girl in the prison cell had no shame to listen to his stuttering recitation. The one he redeemed was his fiancée who had been decided since childhood. She was so embarrassed that her face was flushed and she wanted to dig a hole in the ground to crawl in;

The fourth one is the only son of the censor who has always loved to wear a sexy body and is self-righteous. He is very confident in his chess skills. He can decide the winner and lose in one game. It can make your three sons. The noble girls in the cell want to rush out and carry his ears to curse. Finally, when the palace learning brand was burned, the people in the prison stretched their necks for the first time, and inexplicably relieved their anger, feeling that they deserved to suffer...

In addition, not to mention that some choices are not afraid to choose. When he enters the cave, his legs tremble. When he sees the bearded man, his heart trembles. He has a pale face throughout the whole process. The most disappointed and contemptuous noble girls in prison are usually arrogant in the palace school and look like a dog, but at the critical moment, he is as timid as a mouse, has no courage, and has no masculinity.

They all suspected that Dongyi Shanjun was holding his energy in his mind to destroy the glorious image of Zhuxiu Academy.

In short, the young men from the aristocratic families who came here would probably never want to recall this experience in their entire lives, because in this huge cave, under the witness of all the classmates and junior sisters, they left the most bad, cowardly and failed appearance in their lives. In comparison, Sun Zuoyang on the first day was simply a clear stream, showing more than a thousand times more courageous.

But no matter how cowardly or cowardly they came, they still rescued the girl in the dark.

When one female girl after another in prison was redeemed, the rest began to restless.

"Why didn't I find a favorite senior brother in Gongxue at that time? I would just get engaged earlier, or recognize a fucking brother or a fucking brother or something, and I'm getting married. Now someone is here to save me..."

Some of the once calm and proud young ladies also began to complain without regard for their identity, cry and regret.

At this time, Zhao Qinghe and Wen Renjun in the corner would not help but stare blankly.

Zhao Qinghe was in a daze because of Sun Zuoyang's words. She still hasn't distinguished whether it was an illusion or reality that day, nor did she understand when Senior Brother Sun had any connection with her?

Wen Renjun was dazed, but a figure appeared involuntarily in his head. The cloud shirt was handsome and elegant, and he stretched out his hand to her through the white fog, as if he wanted to pull her out of the wet and dark prison.

If someone really came to redeem her by Zhuxiu Academy, it would probably be him.

It happened that night, when Dongyishan Jun came to the prison to pick Wen Renjun to play chess, he suddenly asked casually under the candlelight.

"Little girl, do you think someone will come to redeem you?"

Wen Renjun was holding a white chess, thinking about where to go so that he could open a gap on the chessboard so that he would not be surrounded by the large black spies next to him too tragically.

Dongyishanjun once promised her that if she beat him one day, he might be very compassionate and relieved her, so she took every game of chess very seriously, hoping that God would turn his eyes on him and let her fight.

At this moment, when she heard Dongyi Shanjun’s question, she was stunned, raised her head, and thought for a while: “I don’t know.”

Dongyi Shanjun's beautiful eyes were a bit fun, and he was intrigued.

"You don't have a good relationship in the academy?"

Wen Renjun's face turned slightly red, and he thought about it again, and shook his head slowly: "I just went to read books, so many senior brothers can't even call out the names. They probably don't know me either. I rarely speak in the academy and it's not very noticeable."

"I can see that he is a nerd who can pretend to be stupid...but, really?"

Wen Renjun automatically ignored the sentence "pretending to be stupid", shook his head decisively, but hesitated again, "Probably... there is one, but it's not a good friend."

Maybe the candlelight was too dazzling, or maybe the mood was complicated tonight, and some words were unknowingly spoken.

"I didn't know each other in the academy. I met each other at a very young age. Because the two families are family friends, he often played with me at that time and had a very good relationship... If someone really came to redeem me, it must be him."

"Oh?" Dongyi Shanjun was even more excited: "What is his name? Which young master is he?"

Wen Renjun's mind appeared again, and his eyebrows were standing in the fog with his handsome eyes and smiled at her calmly. She stared at the candlelight and her expression became in a daze.

"Fu Yuanzhi, the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Dongyi Shanjun was a little surprised and thoughtfully said, "That's probably not easy. The higher the family background, the more you have, the more you are worried. Even if he wants to save you, it depends on whether his family will be willing to let him go. Don't wait for him with too much hope."

Wen Renjun was shocked and waved his hand quickly: "I don't have hope, I understand everything... I just talk to you after you asked."

She obviously had thought of this layer for a long time, and was not depressed and sad. She just took a deep breath and finally put the white piece in her hand solemnly, blinking at Dongyishanjun: "So am not trying very hard to study chess skills and trying every means to 'rescue'?"

Dongyi Shanjun laughed, put a redzi casually, and asked again: "How is he capable and what is he good at?"

Wen Renjun stared at the chessboard and said while going down, "There should be nothing that is not good at. Senior Brother Fu is very powerful. Except for not liking to dance with swords and guns, everyone else is extremely smart. The tutors all said that he is the best student of Zhuxiu Academy in this generation and can represent the realm of the entire palace school."

Dongyishan Jun paused his hand and raised his eyebrows: "As for this, I really hope he can go to Qingzhou City to give me some insight."

Wen Renjun's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't say anything now. Brother Fu would rather not be targeted by this "card-burning maniac". It's so terrible and perverted.

Dongyi Shanjun sneezed opposite him, and Wen Renjun buried his head lower, just like a deer.

When it was late at night, Dongyishan Jun rolled Wen Renjun onto the bed again, hugged her waist tightly with his big hands. Wen Renjun had already forced himself to be used to it and would no longer be as panicked as the first time.

Dongyi Shanjun said that he once raised a little monkey, thin and soft, and the feeling of holding it in his arms was the same as Wen Renjun, so he liked to sleep with her in his arms, rest assured and at ease, like holding a monkey.

This is really not a good praise... Wen Renjun burst into tears in his heart, but turned his head but thought that it would be better to be a lively monkey than to be a miserable beauty. In the tiger's den, he had to bow his head. Just a monkey. In short, it would be better if he had not suffered any actual harm. When there is no tiger in the mountains, the monkey can still dominate the king.

Thanks to this long-lasting self-comfort, Wen Renjun's life is not that difficult to bear.

Except tonight.

Tonight, she was staring at the moonlight casting into the window frame with her eyes open in the darkness, feeling a little lost and unable to sleep.

In the past, she was thinking about either the poems of sages or the strategy of chess. Tonight, her mind was full of her handsome cloud shirt and a hazy face in the fog. He looked at her, getting closer and closer to her, becoming clearer and clearer...

Stop, you can't think about it anymore. People cannot give themselves illusory hope. Once they give it but don't, that is true despair.

It is unfortunate to be trapped in the tiger's den, and it is even more despair. It is better to continue to think about the big tiger's chess path. It is better to break it as soon as possible.

Just after Wen Renjun gave up all unrealistic thoughts, one morning, a handsome figure stepped into the cave.

At this time, there was not much left before the redemption period, and eight jade tablets of palace learning had been burned in the cave. When I saw the ninth person who came, the noble girl in the prison stood up almost at the same time.

Flowers fall in spring mountains, wind blows over clothes, and the scenery comes with people.

It seemed as if I heard Wen Renjun's voice, or if I saw her so hard that I could not figure out the way, God could not be kind enough to wave his hand and bring the person she was looking at from the fog.

Fu Yuanzhi.

The one who was more happy than Wen Renjun was Dongyishan Jun. He looked up and down, and rarely did not look mean and cold, but praised: "Good appearance and good demeanor, I finally hope for you."

Those who don’t know thought he had planned for a long time, and what was his love and what was his intention? Wen Renjun in the prison blushed red in a hurry, but raised his head but met Fu Yuanzhi’s gaze from afar.

This time it is not in the fog, not in the dream, but in front of you.

"Compared to what?"

When Dongyi Shanjun saw the tiger on his prey, his eyes shining, and he couldn't wait.

Fu Yuanzhi had obviously heard of his rules for redeeming people, glanced at the "guy" who was fully prepared behind him, and smiled very familiarly: "Compare arithmetic."

"Arithmetic?" Dongyi Shanjun was stunned for the first time after hearing the subject.

Among the eighteen kinds of civil and military talents he prepared, arithmetic was not included. God was pitiful, and this was the one he had the least interest in.

"How to compare?"

"All things are one, and algorithms are all-encompassing, but they are inseparable from the most basic abacus. Start with simplicity and see the autumn with a leaf. What do you think Dongyi Jun thinks?"

Fu Yuanzhi smiled faintly, standing there like a painting, Dongyi Shanjun stared at his eyes. It took him a long time to lower his eyelashes and smile helplessly: "You are such an interesting person."
Chapter completed!