The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 705 Lower body Mo, start!
April 1794, 4. This was the 14th year of Emperor Guangzhong's reign in the Great China, originally the th year of Emperor Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty, and the th day of the third lunar month.

Emperor Mo Tianci, who had suffered several brief fainting spells in Osaka Prefecture, the capital of the Asahi Province of the Toyo Mission, was transported back to Nanjing Yingtian Prefecture.

Three days later, Mo Tianci suddenly woke up from his intermittent coma. He looked at Mo Zibu who had been guarding him and shouted, "My son, bring me the Taiping lemon wine."

Thai Binh lemon wine is one of the tributes from the ancient Siamese province, now called Thai Binh. It is brewed from high-quality Siamese rice and has a sweet taste and strong aroma.

However, Mo Tianci never drinks this kind of wine. He usually drinks the Yu Fuliang thick wine produced in Chang'an or the yellow wine produced in Suzhou, Wuxi, Hangzhou and Shaoxing in the south of the Yangtze River.

I have always been dismissive of strong liquors such as Taiping lemon wine, which are similar to the wild fruit rice wine brewed by my cousins in Guangxi. I think that such strong liquors that are designed to embarrass people are indecent.

But this time, Mo Tianci took a big bowl of lemon wine, which he usually hated, and drank it down in one gulp.

Empress Dowager Chen wanted to go up and stop it. Although Mo Tianci had been too indulgent in his private life over the past twenty years, causing their relationship to become a little bad, they had been husband and wife for twenty years after all.

Mo Zibu stopped his mother. A strange feeling arose in his heart. Mo Tianci in history probably died after drinking the white wine with added ingredients given by Zheng Xinci.

Sure enough, after Mo Tianci finished all the wine, he sat on the bed blankly and said, "I don't know why, fourteen or fifteen years ago I suddenly hated drinking this kind of strong liquor, but today I really want to drink it."

Fourteen or fifteen years ago, in 1780, it was the day when Mo Tianci was given poisoned wine by Zheng Xin, and it was also the day when the hopes of the Chinese in Southeast Asia were completely shattered.

"Father is feeling better now. The imperial physician is outside. I'll ask them to come in and treat him right away."

Hearing his son say this, Mo Tianci shook his head decisively, then sighed and said, "My death is approaching. Emperors since ancient times have never reached this age. I, Mo Tianci, can be considered to have had a very fulfilling life."

As he was about to die, Mo Tianci seemed to have truly let go. He looked at Mo Zibu and continued, "My son, you are a gifted leader, so don't bother with your useless father like me about some things.

Don't blame me for being willful and forcing you to provide strong support to your third brother, because he is really suffering!
Unable to continue his duties as the free and easy king, a Confucian scholar who loved music, chess, calligraphy and painting was forced to be involved in the sea of blood and corpses in Europe.

He is already over fifty years old this year. I can't let him be buried in the Habsburg family cemetery after his death.

He is the elder brother of the Great Eastern Emperor, the only prince of the great Chinese Empire, not a son-in-law of a European red-haired barbarian family!

During this time and space, the Chinese people were very confident because they had never been defeated by the West. Even the Zhuang, Miao, Dai, and Yao people who went out to sea could confidently and contemptuously call the Europeans "Western barbarians."

Therefore, Mo Tianci actually looked down on the West very much. Even though he knew that there were many powerful countries in the West, it did not prevent him from thinking that his third son was sent to the wilderness.

"Father, you're joking. Behind closed doors, you're the father and I'm the son. How can a son and his father argue about these things?

Don't worry, Third Brother's affairs are my affairs. I will do my best to support him and help him gain a firm foothold in Europe."

Mo Tianci's face showed joy, and he nodded with satisfaction, "Then I can go without worry. Let Asen and Aze accompany me. I will say a few words to them. Then it's time to ascend to Paradise and proudly meet your grandfather. I want to tell him.

Although his son was not very capable, his grandson restored the Han Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty. This is worthy of the old man's integrity in leading his fellow villagers to cross the border at the age of sixteen and refusing to submit to the barbarians! "

Mo Zibu wanted to say a few more words, but his mother pulled him out of the room. "Your father rarely mentioned your grandpa. This is his last burst of energy. Let him talk to Asen and Aze."

After Mo Zibu and others left, Mo Tianci looked at Crown Prince Asen, who had rushed back from Lanzhou overnight and looked quite dignified, and nodded with satisfaction.

Asen has done a very good job in the Northwest Mission in recent years, and he already has the shadow of a wise ruler.

It seems that Emperor Taizong Wen of the Dayu Dynasty did not have to be born in blood, fire and betrayal like the Han Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty.

"Among the dynasties that have always been prosperous, the trust and generosity of the emperors towards their princes can only be compared with that of Emperor Guangwu of the Later Han Dynasty towards Emperor Ming, and that of Emperor Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty towards Prince Yiwen.

It's a pity that Prince Yiwen died young, and his good story couldn't be continued. However, Emperor Ming of the Later Han Dynasty dreamt of his parents. Grandson, you must always remember your father's love and care. Filial piety comes first in everything!

Mo Tianci was still a little worried. He was quite conservative in his thinking and was afraid that after Prince Asen established his own power in the northwest, he would be instigated by ambitious people and cause trouble before he could succeed to the throne normally.

Asen knelt in front of the bed and agreed repeatedly. In fact, his father Mo Zibu trusted him perhaps more than Emperor Guangwu of Han trusted Emperor Ming. Only Emperor Hongwu of Zhuanxu trusted Prince Yiwen could be compared to him.

This is because, whether it was the Ming Dynasty or the Dayu Dynasty, the world had been almost developed when the country was founded. The imperial power did not need to and could not be concentrated entirely in the best places such as Guanzhong and Heluo, but had to penetrate the entire world to stabilize the four directions.

Therefore, having a young and strong vice-emperor like the crown prince is not a threat to the imperial power. Instead, it can better maintain national stability, greatly reduce the burden on the emperor, and consolidate the dynasty's rule.

"Aze, although you have Western ancestry, remember that your roots are in the East, in China.

The blood of the Habsburg family is just a beautiful piece of clothing to you. It looks good and of course you can wear it all the time, but you must be able to put it down and not be tempted by its gorgeous appearance.

You have to understand what your great uncle, the emperor, values most.

What he values most is to bridge the gap between the East and the West, to bring the Westerners who have risen up and surpassed the Chinese in some aspects into the areas we are familiar with, and then defeat them.

Although these Westerners are full of martial virtues, their culture is still very shallow. Their systems and customs are still at the level of our Han Dynasty or even earlier.

If it weren't for the Renaissance, which pushed their culture forward a great deal, they would not be able to be compared with China.

This has led to a very fragmented culture among Westerners, with the upper class already soaring to the sky, something that even races like us with thousands of years of civilization would marvel at.

But the other half foot is stepping into the abyss of barbarism and filth.

This kind of cultural situation is very susceptible to the influence of deeper civilizations.

As long as we continue to influence them and let them treat us as their own, we can absorb the good culture of Westerners and use it for our own benefit with an open mind, and pass on our good things to them subtly.

Look, since the rise of Westerners, the only people who can be called truly civilized are the one or two million in England, the three to five million in France, the hundreds of thousands in Austria, and the rest in Prussia, the Netherlands, and Russia, totaling only a few hundred thousand.

The rest of the lower classes are still the same as they were a thousand years ago, but in Dayu, under the governance of your uncle, there are at least 50 million people who can read and write.

With such a scale, it is impossible for them to resist influencing no more than six million Westerners.

In this way, within a hundred years at most, Westerners will have lost their identity, and at least in terms of ideology, they will not be much different from us, and the only powerful enemy of China will be eliminated.

This is the ultimate pursuit of your uncle, the Great Emperor, and it will also be the goal of all emperors of Dayu throughout the ages.

Ah Ze, remember, as long as you and your descendants hold fast to this one standard, no matter what happens, this branch of the Oulu Mo family will never fail. Even if we face difficulties for a short period of time, we will eventually rise again with the help of our motherland."

Mo Tianci sighed a little, it was too late. He was almost dying before he realized what his emperor son was working towards.

If I had seen the truth earlier, I wouldn't always be at odds with my son. I should take advantage of this opportunity and do something.

Mo Gongze was stunned for a moment. He had always had a vague feeling that his uncle, the emperor, was doing things in order to be a father to the Europeans, but he had never figured out how to be such a father from such a long distance.

His grandfather's reminder suddenly dawned on him. The power of the Western powers, especially Britain and France, had already begun to surge. Dayu was thousands of miles away, and military power alone was definitely not enough to contain them.

Then the best way is to strike militarily, deepen cultural connections, and use China's profound heritage and huge base to "transform" the minds of Westerners.

And their family, the European Mo family, is the bridgehead for this export, both in military and cultural aspects.

Mo Gongze understood the foundation of his Mo's Rome, which was to carry the banner of the Roman Empire, mix Chinese culture into it, and profoundly influence the minds of European countries.

Moreover, Mo Gongze, like his half-brother Mo Gongbo, figured out what the greatest weapon of the Mo royal family was, which was the Mo family's strong physique.

With their strong physique and numerous descendants, they completely replaced the bloodline of the European royal families who were weakened by various diseases.

These people had difficulty in having children, and many of them were disabled. They were no match for the Mo royal family, who were all able to have children.

As long as he handles it properly, within fifty years, he will definitely be able to make the mainstream royal families in Europe have the Mo family bloodline.

Mo Gongze was suddenly shocked. Isn't this the unique skill of his maternal family, the famous Habsburg family?
With the size of the Habsburg family, they were able to almost cleanse Europe. Then the Mo family, with the support of China, can definitely do better.

After figuring this out, Mo Gongze quickly kowtowed and said, "Grandfather, don't worry. I will keep these words deep in my heart and make sure that all the descendants of our third branch understand this."

"I'm glad you understand, I'm glad you understand!" Mo Tianci laughed and pulled Asen over, letting him hold hands with Mo Gongze.

"You two are my Mo family's Qilin children. You must remember that no matter what happens, you must love each other and remember that you are true brothers."

Asen knew that his grandfather Mo Tianci said this mainly for him. He was afraid that after he ascended the throne, he would no longer support his younger brother Mo Gongze.

Because no matter how Mo Gongze struggles, he will always be a tiny thing in front of Zhonghua, who has a body as big as a giant god.

"Please rest assured, Grandpa. I will always remember the sacrifices made by my uncle and his family. Aze will always be my brother, my biological brother!"

Arsen hesitated for a moment, but still made a solemn promise.

Because he believed in himself, believed that he would have infinite power as he ruled such a large empire and could deal with any challenge, even from the various Xia countries that his father insisted on enfeoffing and supporting.

"Hahahaha!" Mo Tianci laughed loudly. This was the happiest time he had laughed since he felt that his health was not good.

"You..." Mo Tianci wanted to say something and stretched out his hand, but suddenly he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and his whole body was like a mobile phone with no battery. Everything related to him fell into pure black silence, and there was no sign of movement.

"Grandpa!" Asen and Mo Gongze cried out at the same time.

Mo Zibu had not yet walked out of the palace where Mo Tianci was. When he heard the crying, he was stunned, and his mother Chen collapsed to the ground.

After a while, Mo Zibu, whose body was numb all over, finally came to his senses. He did not shed tears, but said calmly to the eunuch beside him, the Nanjing Imperial City Envoy and the Commander-in-Chief of the Palace Front Division of the Embroidered Uniform Guard:
"According to the Emperor's wishes, after the funeral in Nanjing, the Crown Prince will carry the coffin back to Xinglong Mansion for burial next to Emperor Huizu Yuan."

Xinglong Prefecture was the original Leizhou Prefecture, later Leizhou City. Correspondingly, the capital county, Haikang County, was also changed to Xinglong County.

Emperor Huizu Yuan was Mo Jiu, the founding lord of Hexian. After Mo Zibu restored the country, he was moved from Pingshan in Hexian to his hometown, Haikang County.

In accordance with Mo Tianci's wishes before his death, the mausoleum in Haikang County was completed three years ago.

"The temple name and posthumous title are also in accordance with the wishes of the retired emperor. The temple name is Taizu, the posthumous title is Xian, and the cumulative posthumous title is Lidao Xingji Huiyuan Ruiming. The full title is Dayu Taizu, Lidao Xingji Huiyuan Ruiming Xian Emperor."

The practice of posthumous titles began in the Jin Dynasty. After the Song Dynasty, it became completely uncontrollable because the emperors all wanted to look glorious.

The fact that he brought the filial son Cao Pi and left the text to himself is enough to prove the attraction of this thing to the emperor.

At this time, it was normal for a posthumous title to have dozens of characters. For example, Qianlong in history had twenty-five characters. There were also many emperors in the Ming Dynasty, and Emperor Daojun had as many as seventeen.

On the contrary, people like Dayu who keep collecting are considered outliers.

So, if the old man wants the temple name of Taizu, then give it to him. Even a fool like Zhu Changluo can be Emperor Guangzong. There is no need to make your father unhappy for such a thing.

A month later, on May 1794, 5.

The coffin of the retired emperor Mo Tianci began to be carried south to his hometown for burial, with Crown Prince Asen carrying the coffin, while Emperor Mo Zibu stayed in the capital to handle government affairs.

And just as this extremely solemn funeral was coming to an end, in a small room in the former Ministry of Rites' Imperial Examination Hall in Shuntian Prefecture, Beijing, Emperor Qianlong, who was hunched over and could only move slowly by holding on to the wall, was crying in despair.

There are two sources of motivation that keep him alive.

One reason was that he wanted to see Mo Zibu make a fool of himself. He wanted to see Dayu suffer a setback when it was trying to stabilize the southern and northern deserts, the Western Regions, and even the Northeast.

Shiquan Laoer stubbornly believed that the Han Dynasty could not handle these things well, but the result was contrary to his expectations. Mo Zibu did far more than he had imagined. The tribes in the south and north of the desert even supported the central government more than during the Qing Dynasty.

Secondly, he was waiting for Fukang'an and his Yaolin'er to come and see him.

But this was even worse. When Fukang'an first came to Beijing to surrender, he didn't come to see him, but just asked someone to bring some meat and clothes.

This time, after he escorted the crown prince back, not only did he not come to see Qianlong, he even stopped sending him meat and clothes.

At the same time, Qianlong's son, Jiaqing in history, no longer came to see him.

Qianlong begged the jailer of the Embroidered Uniform Guard for several months before he agreed to deliver a message to Jiaqing Yongyan. As a result, Yongyan only had someone send him a set of cotton clothes and nothing else.

He only said that he was preparing to go to Nanjing to attend the funeral of the retired emperor, and that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he must go to show his loyalty.

Qianlong howled miserably, and all the pride in his life was crushed.

This act can be ranked among the best in Chinese history. A cultural elite with a split personality, a pure bannerman emperor, a corrupt dictator who brought endless disasters to China, crawled towards the only well in the yard crying in the winter rain in Beijing in the cold spring.

His lanky body dragged a long muddy trail on the ground. His messy white hair, wet by the rain, covered his face, almost suffocating him.

"I'm not willing to accept this, I'm not willing to accept this!" Qianlong wailed, then fell headfirst into the well.

The next day, the jailer found that he was missing, but heavy rain had erased all traces of Qianlong.

It was not until the Duke of Yue and the Right General Chen Lian, who were stationed in Beijing, mobilized 300 soldiers to search everywhere that they found Qianlong's body at the bottom of the well.

"Damn it, he's still harming people even after his death!" The jailer, knowing that he was going to be exiled to Zhanzhou (Australia) for his crimes, kicked him in the head.

With a thud, the softened corpse could not withstand the impact at all. Its neck broke instantly and it flew away in a hopscotch!
(End of this chapter)