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Po Lai, the king of Champa, is related to Lord Nguyen of Vietnam, probably cousins ​​in terms of seniority.

The two countries were once married.

Liu Xiangke was invited into the palace, and Po Lai brought the ministers out, and the monarch and his ministers knelt down to worship together, without any embarrassment at all.

The monarch of a country kneels down to himself, which makes Liu Xiangke feel refreshed.

Liu Xiangke was arrogant, without saying a word, looking forward with his nostrils upturned.

"Your envoy, please come in. Xiao Wang has prepared singing, dancing, drinking, food and entertainment." Instead of getting angry because of this, Po Lai became even more awed, with a flattering tone when she spoke.

Liu Xiangke suddenly said: "My lord is in the world, and Zhancheng is a vassal of China. Why hasn't he come to worship?"

After the words were translated, the monarch and ministers of the Champa Kingdom who had just stood up were so frightened that they knelt down again.

Po Lai said: "It's all because of the oppression of the Quang Nam State (Vietnamese Nguyen Lord) and forced Champa to be its vassal state. Xiao Wang admires China wholeheartedly. Even if the country dies this time, he will take the risk to go to China to see him!"

Liu Xiangke scolded angrily: "It's nonsense! If you want to join us, you can send someone to pay tribute secretly. Could it be that the Ruan family can find out? You didn't even send an envoy, which shows that you don't regard China as the suzerain at all!"

Po Lai didn't know how to answer, and turned to look at his minister.

Hetu quickly said: "Your envoy, Rong Zhi, Zhancheng is remote and doesn't know the real situation in China. I still hope to make amends!"

"Yes, yes, the news here is not clear." Po Lai said quickly.

Liu Xiangke refused to let go: "When I entered the city just now, I saw that Bin Tonglong had Chinese merchants. How could your news not be well-informed?"

The monarch and ministers were speechless, and their faces turned pale with fright. It seemed that the Chinese emperor was really angry.

Dazed for a while, Po Lai suddenly wept and kowtowed: "It's Xiao Wang's fault, please forgive me, His Majesty the Emperor of China."

The king was playing tricks, Liu Xiangke finally let it go, and said coldly: "If you want to ask His Majesty to forgive you, you can go to Nanjing to plead guilty!"

"I must go, I must go!" Po Lai said repeatedly.

When the Chinese imperial family left the capital, all civil and military officials felt that it was not safe.

The monarch of a small country didn't care much, and only said that Zheng He's voyages to the West, the Middle East and India sent envoys to China with the ships. In the Nanyang region, however, several kings brought their wives and children with them, and ran to Beijing to pay tribute with their families.

These kings didn't want to leave when they arrived in Beijing.

Just like the presidents or chiefs of small African countries in later generations who have lived in Europe and the United States for a long time, they are unwilling to return to their own countries. There are only three kings of small countries who died of illness in China in historical records. And in one of them, only the eldest son was allowed to return to the throne, and the queen and other princes all stayed in China to settle down.

After getting the answer he wanted, Liu Xiangke finally took a step forward and walked in surrounded by the monarchs and ministers.

The wine and food are served, and the band and dancers are in place.

Liu Xiangke and the envoys accompanying the mission took this place as their own home while eating and drinking.

Let's dance.

Po Lai winked at the minister, and Hetu immediately said, "Master Messenger, Guangnan Kingdom keeps expelling refugees to our country to cultivate wasteland, and these refugees still don't pay taxes to our country. If the king goes to China to worship, what will happen if the Ruan family takes the opportunity to send troops to invade?"

Liu Xiangke sneered and said, "If he dares to send troops, China will definitely send a large army!"

Obtaining this promise, the monarchs and ministers were overjoyed, and finally hugged their thighs.

Po Lai still felt uneasy and said, "Your Majesty, please send a thousand heavenly soldiers to station in Bintonglong for a long time. The food for these heavenly soldiers will be supplied by Champa. How about it?"

There is also such a good thing as a pillow when sleepiness comes?

North Korea counts as one, and Champa counts as one, and they both volunteered to ask China to garrison troops.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it's not too outrageous.

If you look at Japan and South Korea a few hundred years later, they did not provide military expenses for the US to station troops. If the United States withdraws its troops one day, South Korea and Japan will definitely hold their thighs and beg Dad not to leave.

Liu Xiangke did not agree on the spot, but said with a stern face: "I am a soldier, brave and good at fighting, conquering from south to north, and invincible. Let alone a thousand, even if five hundred people are stationed in Bintonglong, the Guangnan soldiers come. You will return in a big defeat. For your request, go to Nanjing and ask His Majesty face to face."

"Yes, yes." Po Lai nodded again and again.

After rambling for a long time, Liu Xiangke heard that the translator had mentioned the customs of this country, and asked very unhappy: "The people in Champa seem to be dominated by women. Isn't it a reversal of the world?"

The interpreter didn't know what to say about turning things upside down, so he said, "Your people, you shouldn't have women be the masters, but men should be the masters."

Po Lai repeatedly said yes, and then sighed: "The custom has always been like this, and it really can't be changed."

Champa still retains the legacy of the matrilineal clan.

The family is divided by the matrilineal line, and the property is inherited by the daughter. The younger the age, the more inheritance, and the son gets nothing. When married, the man also married into the woman's family.

Of course, it is different in the city, and these phenomena are all in the countryside.

Liu Xiangke said: "Men are for cadres, and women are for kun. Men are for heaven, and women are for earth. You guys should build more schools to educate those rural people and let them know these truths."

Po Lai said: "Your envoy is right, but there are not so many scholars as teachers."

Liu Xiangke said with a smile: "It's easy to handle. The emperor of our country respects the way of a sage and takes it as his mission to educate all people in the world. After I go back, I will report to the Holy Majesty that I will definitely send my husband to educate the people of Champo."

It's all nonsense that the world is upside down, and the purpose of building a school to implement Sinicization is the goal.

Hetu was very upset. He was a prophet, he monopolized knowledge, and he didn't like China's meddling in this area.

Liu Xiangke played in Champa for half a month, and King Po Lai Maliu set off to accompany him, bringing his queen, concubine and children with him. As for state affairs, leave it to Minister Hetu.

Hetu was so happy that he went crazy, and he just begged the king never to come back.

However, Ruan Fulan from Vietnam, when he learned that the King of Champa was going to China for an audience, was a little anxious and called his son Ruan Fubin to discuss it.

Ruan Fubin said: "Father, don't worry, you should send troops immediately!"

Ruan Fulan hesitated and said, "What should the Chinese emperor blame?"

Ruan Fubin said: "Provide food and weapons to the Vietnamese people in Champa, and we will send troops to sneak in. If the Chinese emperor pursues it, he will say that the king of Champa is cruel and innocent, and it has nothing to do with our Ruan family. "

Ruan Fulan's eyes lit up, she clapped her hands and said, "Good idea!"

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King Champa and his family became obsessed with it when they arrived in Guangzhou by boat. After walking around the city, the king and the prince were so happy that they didn't even want to go to Nanjing. They only wished to live in Guangzhou for the rest of their lives.

Champa is a big place, only the capital city is decent, and it is still a low earth wall.

In terms of food, there are just a few things that come and go.

In terms of entertainment, there is also singing and dancing.

How can eating, drinking and having fun be as comfortable as Guangzhou?

"Master Messenger, how many cities like Guangzhou are there in China?" Po Lai couldn't help asking.

Liu Xiangke smiled: "There are too many to count."

Po Rai is skeptical, but soon convinced.

Because every time the fleet docks, it stops in a big city, and Shanghai, which has just developed, is a bit behind.

Then came the big cities along the Yangtze River, which dazzled Po Lai.

When we arrived in Nanjing, Po Lai Putong knelt on the pier, prostrating and bowing to the majestic city wall: "O Allah!"

The king knelt down, and the whole royal family followed suit.

Not only Liu Xiangke, but even the coolies on the pier showed contemptuous and proud smiles. Because this kind of scene in front of me is staged almost every year, and the city of Nanjing can always make Fanbang barbarians kneel down in shock.

A few days later, Po Lai went to the palace to have an audience.

He was walking in the Forbidden City like sleepwalking. The towering and long palace walls made him feel that his palace was like a beggar's residence.

In a certain hall, when Po Lai saw the emperor, he completely forgot the etiquette learned from the etiquette officer, and subconsciously fell to his knees. What's more, it was prostrating and kneeling, and wanted to crawl over and kiss the emperor's boots.

Kissing the boots is not mean, but a sincere submission to the dignified.

"Back off!" Li Xiangjun snapped.

Po Lai is a little confused, why is it wrong to surrender and be loyal?

Zhao Han couldn't help laughing, and said, "Give me a seat."

Po Lai Xie En sat down, looked at the emperor secretly, suddenly felt extremely majestic, and thought that the Chinese emperor was indeed not a mortal.

There is nothing to talk about, it is all non-nutritive words.

A specific diplomatic plan has been drawn up. China will send 1,000 troops to Bin Thong Long, food will be provided by Champa, and soldiers' salaries and other military expenses will be provided by China. Champa is a vassal of China, and the surplus grain of Champa will also be sold to Chinese businessmen, and will no longer be sold to the Ruan regime. The emperor of China canonized Po Lai as the king of Champa and bestowed a golden seal.

Moreover, this time, the Champa Kingdom paid tribute to a large number of local products such as ebony, ivory, rhinoceros horn, Jialan incense, and Jiangzhen incense. China gave roughly equivalent amounts of cloth, porcelain, and tea in return. Anyway, the two governments both made money, which was equivalent to a long-distance trade.

It doesn't matter if China sends teachers to build a school in Champa, Po Lai expresses his willingness every minute.

After talking nonsense, Po Lai suddenly knelt down again: "Your Majesty, Xiao Wang requests to settle in Nanjing!"

Hearing the translator's words, Zhao Han didn't understand, and asked, "You stay in Nanjing, what should you do in Champa?"

Po Lai said: "Let the son go back and be king."

Zhao Han thought for a while, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Well, there is a construction company building a house by the Xuanwu Lake outside Nanjing City. You can buy a house and live in it."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!" Po Lai was overjoyed.

Leaving the palace, Po Lai called the eldest son Po Tu: "I want to stay in Nanjing, you go back to be the king, and then send someone to bring some goods over."

Potu said: "Father, I also want to stay in Nanjing, just let my second brother go back and be king."

So Po Lai called the second son again, but the second son didn't want to go back.

In any case, the father and son fiddled for a while, and the third son finally agreed to return to the country to succeed him.

The whole family went to the restaurant to eat non-stop. Although the imperial court also provided meals for foreign guests, how could that kind of work meal be as delicious as the restaurant's food?

The store clerk immediately laughed when he saw the battle: "There are foreign guests, and the private rooms serve you!"

The real meaning is: there are fat sheep, but they can be slaughtered vigorously!

I don't know that this big family can squander the money in Nanjing for a few years.