Suzhou and Hangzhou are famous historical and cultural cities in China and one of the eight ancient capitals. They are also known as the "Silk Road" and "Tea Capital".
Of course, what people call most is "heaven on earth".
The famous Italian traveler Marco Polo once described his impression of Suzhou and Hangzhou. "This is the most wonderful and charming city in the world. It makes people feel like they are in paradise." Of course, among the people, there is also a popular saying that "there is paradise above, and there is paradise below."
There is Suzhou and Hangzhou."
The simple buildings left behind after hundreds of years of history, coupled with the embellishments of modern buildings, give the scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou a unique charm.
Yan Murong was sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the car window at the beautiful scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou with a curious look on her face, and said, "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is better to put on heavy makeup and light makeup."
"Okay, you are not a cultural person, why are you dragging me? Besides, you haven't seen the West Lake yet." Teng Xiangling said impatiently while driving.
Along the way, Yan Murong never stopped, asking random questions - What is your father's name? What does he like to eat? Are there any diseases?
It doesn't matter what you call him or what he likes to eat, but what does it mean when you ask someone if his father is sick?
Every time he thought of Yan Murong asking him this question seriously, Teng Xiangling wanted to kick him out of the car and let him run along the highway to Suzhou and Hangzhou. But he thought that he was using it as a shield.
So I gave up this idea - there will be many opportunities to deal with him in the future.
Soon, Teng Xiangling's fiery red sports car stopped in front of an old building.
Looking out the car window, Yan Murong saw a wooden plaque hanging on the top of the simple building, with three large characters "Tengjiatang" inlaid in gold.
"What is this place?" Yan Murong asked curiously ----- This building is quite old. It is somewhat like a courtyard house in Yanjing, but it is much larger than a courtyard house. The front part should be similar to a living room, but
But it was converted into a store, and what surprised Yan Murong was that it was still a drugstore. Sitting in the car, he could smell the familiar scent of medicine wafting out of it.
"Don't you know how to read? This is my home." Teng Xiangling said angrily.
"This is your family?" Yan Murong was even more surprised. "You didn't tell me that your family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine."
"You didn't tell me that you were from the Yan family."
"-----"
As soon as Teng Xiangling walked into the house, a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe walked over, then stood in front of the two of them and looked at them with a straight face.
"Is he the man you mentioned?" the middle-aged man looked at Teng Xiangling and asked coldly.
"It's him." Teng Xiangling also said with a straight face.
"Nonsense." The middle-aged man looked at Yan Murong for a long time before spitting out these two words.
Nonsense? That's right, she is just fooling around, Yan Murong thought to herself, and stared at the middle-aged man for a while, thinking to herself, judging from his age, this uncle should be Teng Xiangling's father, right?
"Follow me to the backyard." The middle-aged man said coldly, then turned and walked toward the back. Teng Xiangling pulled Yan Murong and followed the middle-aged man.
The backyard is much larger than the courtyard house in Yanjing. Along the way, the walls are lined with rows of wooden racks, on which various Chinese medicinal materials are dried. Many young men and women are busy beside the wooden racks.
When they saw Yan Murong and Teng Xiangling walking in, they immediately turned their attention to them.
Teng Zhan led the two of them to a room, closed the door, sat down on a wooden chair in the room, looked at Teng Xiangling and said, "What do you want? Do you know you are like this?"
What will be the consequences of making a fuss? I don't care if you go to Yanjing, but if Situ Jin goes to find you, why will he be beaten? "
"He beat you." Teng Xiangling pointed at Yan Murong and said unfaithfully.
"-----" Yan Murong looked depressed. This woman was so unreliable. In less than a few words, and even before using the tiger bench pepper water, she confessed herself.
"I don't care who beat him." Teng Zhan glanced at Yan Murong and said, "Since you are back, let's find a day to hold a banquet."
"No, I have a boyfriend." Teng Xiangling refused.
"This matter is not up to you." Teng Zhan said in a deep voice. "I also know that you don't like that playboy Situ Jin, but our Teng family is no longer what it used to be. Your grandfather's health is getting worse day by day, and the Teng family has begun to leave.
On the way down, the Situ family has been taking care of us all these years. Without the Situ family, our family would have been in dire straits long ago."
"The Situ family? Humph." Teng Xiangling snorted coldly and said. "If it weren't for his Situ family, grandpa wouldn't be sick. If it weren't for his Situ family, our Teng family wouldn't be like this.
Don’t I know what their Situ family’s ambitions are? One Situ Jin and the other Situ Wutian are both thinking of swallowing up our Teng family.”
"Presumptuous." Teng Zhan slapped his hand on the table and shouted. "What does the marriage of two families have to do with this? They are in the medicine business, and we treat diseases and save people. What is the conflict?"
"What's the conflict?" Teng Xiangling sneered twice and said. "What's the relationship between that old fox Situ Wutian and grandpa? Don't tell me you don't know - don't tell me what they want from the Teng family.
Tell you you don’t know.”
"I-----hey." Teng Zhan sighed and said with an extremely ugly face. "I know what they want, but now with the strength of the Teng family, we can no longer compete with them. This is the only way.
One way to keep the Teng family ----- Our Teng family has worked hard for so many years. Do you think I am willing to give everything away? But what can I do if I don't? I don't want the Teng family to be destroyed in my hands.
"
"Who said the Teng family would be destroyed?" Teng Xiangling said, pointing at Yan Murong and said, "With him here, what is the Situ family?"
Yan Murong smiled bitterly in her heart -----I am not a superman. I was forced to come to Suhang by you. It is like a black eye. Who does the Situ family mean? Who do you mean?
"He?" Teng Zhan glanced at Yan Murong in surprise and asked, "Who is he?"
"Yan Murong." Teng Xiangling said. "The eldest son of the Yan family in Yanjing."
"Young Master of the Yan family?" Teng Zhan looked at Yan Murong in confusion, and then thought about it in his head for a long time before he wanted to say, "Which Yan family are you talking about?"
"How many Yan families are there in Yanjing?" Teng Xiangling asked rhetorically.
"Oh?" Teng Zhan's eyes suddenly lit up, but then dimmed again.
"Far water can never quench near thirst!"
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