Father can be an enemy to the country

Nanjing, Liu Junshi Bridge.

Autumn is crisp and the sun is shining brightly, which is a good time to peel crabs.

Near noon, Liu Li was dancing a hundred ropes in the open space at the entrance of the Earl's Mansion.

In fact, it’s just skipping rope. Liu Xiang and the gatekeeper Lao Yu stood on both sides and shook the ropes. The ropes were dancing in the air. It looked like dozens or hundreds of ropes were moving, so it was called "Dancing Baisuo".

I saw Liu Li jumping lightly into the dancing rope, jumping up and down as the rope rose and fell, like a nimble deer. The colorful rope with two little servant girls tied around her head also flew up and down, like a cheerful little butterfly.

Just as he was dancing vigorously, Liu Li suddenly felt his eyes darkening.

"Wow, it's dark, is it going to rain?" Liu Xiang took the opportunity to stop shaking the rope, rubbed his sore arms, and looked outside.

But he saw that the sun was still hanging in the sky, and a fat monk wearing a bamboo hat and robes and shoes blocked the light.

"Amitabha, two little donors, this poor monk is being polite." The monk had a pair of triangular eyes and looked fierce, but his words were unexpectedly gentle. He first greeted the two children, and then said hello to the old disciple. He saluted with a single palm:

"I'd like to thank you for your sincerity and tell me that my old friend Dao Yan is here to visit."

"Oh, okay, you wait." The old man was about to put down the rope, but the sister-in-law Liu Xiang rushed to say:

"I'll go, you stay here and watch your sister."

As he said that, he ran in quickly.

"Hahaha." Monk Daoyan touched his head and said with a smile, "Does this poor monk look like a bad guy?"

Lao Yu and Liu Li looked at him carefully, and then nodded together.

"Alas, in fact, the poor monk became a monk at the age of fourteen and has never even killed a chicken." Dao Yan said with sadness.

"Master, are you here to ask for alms?" Liu Li felt embarrassed and naturally changed the subject.

"No..." Dao Yan was about to say no, but there was thunder in his stomach, so he felt embarrassed. "You could say that."

"Please eat some candy." Liu Li took out two pieces of candy from his purse.

"Haha. Thank you little benefactor." Dao Yan took it with a smile, and the two squatted at the door, eating the candy with relish.

The old man kept holding on to the rope and stood vigilantly behind the two of them, ready to put a chokehold on the vicious monk at any time if something went wrong.

Fortunately, Liu Jing came out after a while. She couldn't help but frown when she saw her niece squatting at the door with a fat monk. Hey, this kid is too familiar...

"Master, please come in, father," he said to the fat monk.

"Oh." Daoyan quickly stuffed the candy into his mouth. When he wanted to get up, his body swayed and he hurriedly asked for help: "Help the poor monk, his feet are numb."

The old man quickly supported him.

"Xiao Tanyue, thank you for your charity." Dao Yan clasped his hands again and thanked Liu Li.

"You're welcome." Liu Li smiled brightly.

~~

Dao Yan limped and followed Liu Jing to the backyard.

In the courtyard, a large maple tree stands like a canopy. The green crown of the tree has been dyed with bits of gold and smudged with drops of yellow.

Liu Bowen sat on a lounge chair under the tree, drinking tea and reading, leisurely and contentedly.

"Mr. Qingtian is so elegant." Monk Daoyan walked in, smiling and clasping his hands.

"You monster monk, you don't just stay in Suzhou, why do you come to Nanjing to make trouble?" Liu Ji put down the book, picked up the purple clay teapot, washed the cup, and poured a cup of tea for Dao Yan.

"Is it possible that Mr. Guanzhong is here, but not the monk?" Daoyan sat down, picked up the tea cup, looked at it, and then put it down.

"Why, you think my tea is not good?" Liu Ji said unhappily: "The only person in the world who can drink my cup of tea is only about ten people."

"No, no, Mr. Qingtian misunderstood." Dao Yan waved his hand hurriedly, touching his belly and said, "It's true that the Temple of the Five Internal Organs is completely empty. If you drink tea again, even the walls will be scraped off."

As he said this, he put his hands together and said with a smile: "The main thing is to change the alms into a bowl of rice. The poor monk is very grateful."

"Are you, a fair-weather monk, starting to beg for food?" Liu Ji looked at Dao Yan, who had a fat head, big ears, and triangular eyes. He looked like a pig butcher.

"Hey, how can we call it begging for food? It should be called alms." Dao Yan said with a smile, "Let someone prepare a meal first. I'm so hungry that I can't talk."

"You just came here when the food was ready, right?" Liu Ji scolded with a smile and ordered the servant: "We don't dare to offend the monk who is begging for food, let's start the meal."

~~

"Yeah, it's delicious..." Dao Yan had a piece of bread in one hand and a braised duck leg in the other. Take a bite of the pancake and take a bite of the duck leg, which is delicious.

Liu Ji's family all have a light diet. Although they are not Buddhists, they rarely eat meat or fish.

Although Daoyan lives in Buddhism, he enjoys all kinds of things. Liu Ji also specially asked people to go to the street to buy duck legs and cut pig heads for him.

"How many days have you not eaten?" Liu Ji took a piece of dried shredded silk with chopsticks and chewed it carefully.

Daoyan stretched out three fingers on his right hand.

"Three days?" Liu Ji asked curiously, "How did you do this?"

"Hey, don't mention it." Dao Yan said vaguely while eating: "Isn't this the emperor's order for monks who are proficient in Confucianism to take the exam in the Ministry of Rites? The poor monk is also among the candidates. He thought that the poor monk should be regarded as the most Confucian among the monks. Okay, why don’t you just hold on to the fact that you’ve been selected?”

"Yes." Liu Ji nodded and said, "You are one of the 'Ten Friends of Gao Jidi and Beiguo'."

"Oh, you are making fun of this poor monk." Even though Dao Yan said this, he looked proud.

At first, he had good relations with Gao Qi, Yang Ji and others, and they often held essay meetings together to write poems and discuss Taoism. Because the eleven members of the group were active in Beiguo, Suzhou, they were called the "Ten Friends of Gao Jidi Beiguo".

Gao Jidi is Gao Qi, so "Gao Jidi Beiguo Ten Friends" means "Gao Qi and his ten good friends"...

However, considering that Yang Ji, Zhang Yu, Xu Bi, Wang Xing, Wang Yi and others are all famous poets in the world. These ‘Ten Friends’ are not too cool, it’s just that Gao Qi is too famous...

If Dao Yan can be among Gao Qi's ten friends, his knowledge is naturally good. At least give it a try.

"So the poor monk came excitedly with only the one-way travel expenses, not even the living expenses in the capital. He thought that he would be able to eat the royal food when he became a monk." But accidents appeared everywhere, Dao Yan said depressedly: " Unexpectedly, I lost the election..."

"Tianjie Temple is rich and powerful, but you still don't care about food?" Liu Ji asked funnyly: "Besides, you were called to the capital after all, so you can have a good time with others, and I can give you a share of the expenses, right?"

"After the poor monk lost the election, he felt that there was something shady, so he made a big fuss in Tianjie Temple. As a result, he was imprisoned for three days. He was kicked out today..." Daoyan sucked the duck leg bone until it turned white, and then sucked the oil from his fingers, The talent was still not exhausted and he said: "The poor monk has offended the chief monk. Now he has no relatives in Beijing, so he can only shamelessly come to see Mr. Qingtian."

"Do you want me to pay for the expenses? Or help you find Tianjie Temple to accommodate you?" Liu Jidao: "I still have some friendship with Master Huitan."

"Hehe, none of them." Dao Yan said with a sly smile: "The poor monk just came to see you, ask for a meal and then leave."

p.s. Chapter 1. I was in so much pain last night that I couldn't sleep a wink all night. I just couldn't get up today. I just finished writing the first chapter. Forgive me.