C617 Long Lost Compassion

All these years, he has been secretly sending people to search for Zhao Zongheng's orphan, but nothing has been found.

He did not expect that under such circumstances, he would actually meet him!

When the girl heard Dongfang Jin say the three words "Zhao Zongheng," her face changed dramatically, and her eyes were full of vigilance and vigilance.

She casually asked, "How did you know?"

But she immediately reacted, and then shook her head in panic, her face full of panic.

"No... I don't know! You recognized... the wrong person!"

How could such a contradictory answer be hidden from Dongfang Jin? He gave Mo Chen a look.

Mo Chen understood and then went forward to use his greatest gentleness. He said gently, "Miss, don't be afraid. We have no ill intentions! It's just that my young master and Zhao Zongheng are old friends. When Zhao Zongheng died, he once entrusted my young master to take care of his orphan.

For so many years, my young master has been looking for you. This jade pendant was also the token that Zhao Zongheng told my young master back then. "

After Mo Chen finished speaking, the girl raised her head and looked at Dongfang Jin. Her eyes were filled with astonishment.

Her voice was soft, "Is what he said true?"

Dongfang Jin pursed his lips slightly, then nodded under the girl's questioning gaze.

Seeing Dongfang Jin nod, the guard in the girl's eyes dissipated. Her tears turned into a smile, and the light in her eyes intensified as she asked, "Then can I follow young master?"

Looking at the face of the woman in front of him and the face of the person in his memory, Dongfang Jin's long-lost compassion was aroused.

Her voice was gentle, and her brows were not as cold as before.

"You can follow by my side first. When we return, I will arrange it for you!"

The favor of protecting him with his life in the past naturally had to be returned to his daughter now.

Hearing Dongfang Jin agree, the eyes of the girl shone with a bright light.

After that, she quickly stood up and bowed, "This servant Zhao Ge'er greets young master!"

Dongfang Jin nodded his head.

Ling Junyu who was standing by the side looked at everything that happened in front of him and expressed his confusion. Forced!

However, even if he didn't understand what was going on, he could at least guess what was going on.

It was nothing more than the fact that this girl was the daughter of an old friend. This old friend had a great relationship with Dongfang Jin. Now that they had met, Dongfang Jin took extra care of this girl because of the old friend.

However, why did he keep feeling that there was something strange between this woman's brows?

Especially when he looked at Dongfang Jin, there was a kind of hungry dog staring at the fat and beautiful food and drooling!

However, it made sense when he thought about it. Even though Young Master Wushuang had concealed his appearance, he didn't lose any of his elegance.

This girl's eyes were like a torch. She could be considered to be knowledgeable.

However, she didn't know what kind of expression she would have if she knew that Dongfang Jin had such a person by his side!

He was really looking forward to it when he thought about it!

While Ling Junyu was lost in his thoughts, they finally arrived at Hundred Herb Hall.

Although it was said to be a clinic, there were pitifully few people.

At a glance, there were only seven or eight doctors and patients.

For a situation like this where the whole city was filled with plague patients, such a situation could be considered strange.

When Ling Junyu walked into the clinic, a handsome man walked forward. His face was full of fatigue, but his eyes were clear.

He asked with concern, "Brother, are you feeling unwell there?"

"We are not here to see a doctor. We are here to save someone!"

The man clearly did not expect such an answer, and was first stunned. Then he reacted with a mocking smile. "Save him? Isn't the Imperial Court allowing us to run our own course? The whole city is about to die, what kind of people are we saving? "