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Chapter 244 Liu Weiqing's India Plan
The main street inside Dhaka has been paved with bluestone slabs, and the roads and drainage ditches are all built according to the regulations of the capital city, but many places on both sides of the street are still empty.
Lines were drawn on the ground in white lime to mark where the future government offices would be, and several clerks were squatting on the ground gesturing to the blueprints.
The palace walls are still made of blue bricks, but according to etiquette, they are lower than the vermilion palace walls of the capital. The glazed tiles on the top of the walls are green instead of bright yellow. Two stone lions squat in front of the palace gate, and their Sumeru pedestals are shorter than those of the capital.
These are all regulations for princes, and cannot be overstepped.
Ji Nanshou, dressed in a green general's uniform with a goose-feather saber at his waist, strode over. He didn't recognize Xu Chuang, but he did recognize Yin Huasheng. The two were centurions in the Beijing Garrison from the same class. He laughed and stepped forward to hug Yin Huasheng.
"Haha, Brother Huasheng, long time no see!"
Yin Huasheng patted Ji Nanshou on the back forcefully, then pointed to Xu Chuang standing to the side.
"This is Xu Chuang, the naval commander of my Great Han!"
"You can see into the sky at sea and never get lost!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Nanshou was also startled. He knew that the Han Navy was already quite powerful. As the commander of the navy, he was no ordinary man. So he stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting.
"Ji Nanshou, Commander of the Lion Legion under the King of India!"
Xu Chuang returned the greeting warmly with a cupped hand, and then the three of them entered the palace. What they saw along the way was similar to that of the Forbidden City, except for many halls and buildings, which they did not see due to time constraints.
The entire palace consists of only one main hall, Jingnan Hall.
At the same time, the platform of the main hall, which was originally three stories high, was reduced to two stories. Also, the paintings and carvings inside the hall mainly featured the Western Claw Dragon.
Liu Weiqing, dressed in a green robe with a dragon motif, sat on a golden throne and was discussing matters with Zhang Ying, but judging from their expressions, they seemed to be arguing.
This was His Majesty the Emperor's only nephew, so Xu Chuang and Yin Huasheng dared not be negligent and immediately stepped forward and knelt on one knee.
"This humble general, Xu Chuang, pays his respects to the King of India!"
"This humble general, Yin Huasheng, pays his respects to the King of India!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Weiqing raised his head, revealing a face similar to Liu Mu's, but appearing even younger.
However, in comparison, Liu Mu's authority was stronger, while Liu Weiqing was like a god, yes, like a Buddha statue in a temple, with a kind and benevolent face.
"Rise immediately." Liu Weiqing cupped his hands in greeting, his voice booming. "It's rare to have someone from the capital. Let's not discuss any important matters today; let's eat first, and then enjoy the song and dance!"
After Liu Weiqing finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and immediately a sound of Indian drums, different from the Central Plains style, rang out.
One by one, dressed in saris They emerged one after another from behind the curtain, their skin tanned with wheat, wearing crimson and emerald green saris, silver bracelets on their wrists, and gold bells on their ankles jingling to the beat of the drums.
They were dancing an Indian dance, their arms twisting like snakes and their waists swaying like willow branches.
Yin Huasheng, who had already taken his seat, held his wine glass and looked around for a while before whispering to Xu Chuang, "The Indian king has been here for three years; he's probably become half Indian by now."
Upon hearing this, Xu Chuang drank a glass of wine.
"If His Highness were to become Indian, Dhaka would not be built to resemble Beijing."
When the song and dance reached its third segment, the food was served: Indian mutton curry and rice eaten with one's hands.
Liu Weiqing sat on the throne, picked up a piece of mutton with his chopsticks, and his actions were no different from those of any other Han Chinese in the capital.
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After several rounds of drinks, They withdrew, and the hall fell silent.
Liu Weiqing put down his chopsticks, picked up a booklet with a blue silk cover from the table, and had his servant hand it to Xu Chuang.
"According to the court's plan, there are 50,000 Korean youths this time, all around fifteen or sixteen years old. Is that really true?"
Xu Chuang did not open the booklet; he had already read it before leaving Beijing.
"Your Majesty, besides these young men, there are also twenty-three sons of noble families from Korea. His Majesty has instructed you to make arrangements!"
Liu Weiqing's gaze fell on the booklet in Xu Chuang's hand, then he stretched out a finger and pointed outside the hall.
"I need people, people of the same skin color as me. Next, your navy will also need to take in the people from Guangdong and Guangxi who have been displaced by the war in the southwest!"
"These 50,000 Korean youths are fifteen or sixteen years old, the perfect age to get married. I have already arranged marriages for them, and they will settle down outside Dhaka. In a few years, they will have many children. With the arrival of Han Chinese, India will soon truly become a vassal state of the Han Dynasty."
"His Majesty the Emperor has made a truly grand move, actually intending to replace the human race," Xu Chuang nodded, thinking to himself.
"Your Majesty, the King of India is wise!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Weiqing smiled faintly and took out a piece of paper from the table.
"As for the sons of noble families in Korea, there are twenty-three of them. They are all from prestigious families in Korea, and I have found them a good place to go."
Yin Huasheng asked, "Where are you going?"
"Brahman," Liu Weiqing said.
Xu Chuang and Yin Huasheng were both taken aback. They had known beforehand that being a Brahmin was a desirable position.
"This system has been in operation in India for three thousand years, longer than any dynasty and more robust than any army. I have been here for three years, winning all the battles and subjugating all the princes of the princely states, but I cannot touch this system. No one can touch it."
After Liu Weiqing finished speaking, he stopped and turned around to look at Xu Chuang and Yin Huasheng.
"Since it can't be moved, I've decided to continue using it. These twenty-three sons of Korean noble families grew up reading classical Chinese texts, the Five Classics, Neo-Confucianism, poetry, and prose. I will select these things and slowly integrate them into the Hindu system."
Yin Huasheng spoke first: "Do Indians recognize this?"
Liu Weiqing's smile deepened. "If I say they are, then they are."
As Liu Weiqing spoke, he picked up a document from the table and unfolded it for Xu Chuang and Yin Huasheng to see.
It was a bilingual investiture document written in Sanskrit and Chinese, bearing the seals of several major Hindu temples and the joint signatures of several prominent Bengal clans.
The document was addressed to Jin Zhen'en, who was recognized as a Brahmin by birth and death.
"I have already issued a document that from now on, Brahmins must be proficient in Chinese characters and language, as well as a portion of the Confucian classics that are loyal to the Indian royal family."
"I will give each of these twenty-three people a Brahmin ordination certificate. They will be ordained in a temple outside Dhaka, dressed in white Brahmin robes, and have sacred threads tied around their necks. From that day on, they will be the highest caste in Hinduism, the representatives of God on earth."
"Go and gradually change Hinduism!"