The weather in London has been gloomy since early morning. Countless elderly gentlemen on the street pinched their sore knees and cursed the damn weather. "The rain in autumn is really annoying. It's wet and cold. It doesn't matter how many layers of clothes you wear." , I have such cold legs..."
"That's right, in such weather, you should turn on the fireplace, use fireworks to remove the moisture, and then have a glass of whiskey and read a book. It is really the greatest enjoyment in life..."
That's what he said, but no one went home. These elderly gentlemen are all very respected elders in London. Many of them have honorary knighthoods. Don't say it's raining today, even if it's raining. They also have to go out for the knife.
The newspaper headlines tucked under their arms revealed their destination, and the thick bold letters on the paper with the heavy smell of ink were shocking.
"At 9 o'clock this morning, the Liberal Party in the Capitol launched an impeachment vote of no confidence against Prime Minister Benjamin. The Prime Minister faces the biggest challenge since taking office..."
"Gladstone declares war on the entire Tory party, and the ancient party is challenged by the young lion..."
"Is this the end of colonialism? Today will be the day that determines the fate of the country..."
"The whole world is paying attention to London. Today's battle in Congress is bound to affect the development of the global political situation..."
What the media want is to keep talking without shocking. With their extravagant propaganda, this normal change of power within the British political arena has turned into a major event affecting the global situation.
However, no British people felt that their media was exaggerating, because at that time, the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets had such pride, and the adjustment of British national policy could indeed affect the life and death of many weak and small nations.
These well-dressed elderly moral gentlemen are all senior members of major political parties. Although they are no longer responsible for specific work at the moment, due to their lifetime contributions, there is still no problem in changing their qualifications to sit in the Congress at this time.
Discussions in the House of Commons are not just quarrels among members. There are also many important people outside the conference hall listening. Especially such a major debate today affects everyone's hearts.
The atmosphere in the entire city of London became strange. Citizens watched carriages galloping towards the Houses of Parliament. The faces in the carriage windows were all very familiar.
"Is it about to start? God bless Gladstone and bless the Liberal Party. If they succeed, they may fulfill their previous promises... The damn sewers in our neighborhood really need to be repaired!"
"It's not just about sewers. I heard that when Gladstone comes to power, he will forcibly promote compulsory education. Our children will not have to pay any tuition fees in the future, and they can go to school with only a little money for books. God bless Gladstone, and must do it." Let him come on stage..."
"Ignorant! Stupid!" The pedestrians' comments actually aroused attacks from dissenters. "If Gladstone comes to power, it will be a disaster for the empire! He is a weak capitulator. He will reduce military expenditures for overseas troops. When the time comes, The pace of empire expansion will stagnate!"
"What the Sun Never Sets on the Empire is to expand. The Empire needs more resources and more markets!"
"You are stupid! Now even third-rate countries like Prussia have universalized compulsory education, but we in the UK don't even have a shadow of education. This is a mistake for the country!"
There were countless such quarrels on the street, and some even had bad tempers and started beating people. After a while, police sirens began to sound intensively on the street.
The city of London is covered with clouds, and people are restless under the clouds.
The House of Parliament is also the historically famous Palace of Westminster. This Gothic-style representative building has more than a thousand rooms, and the venue for today's debate is in the House of Commons Conference Hall on the north side of the palace.
Just after eight o'clock, the House of Commons was already packed with people. Almost everyone in the London political circle who was qualified to enter this hall ran over. The conference hall could only accommodate more than 400 people. At this moment, more than 600 people were crowded in and watched. The trend will continue to increase.
As a last resort, the Speaker of the House of Commons could only order to stop letting people in. Among the members who had squeezed in before, only the elderly and those with high positions could sit on chairs, while the younger ones could only stand or even sit on the floor.
What’s even more ridiculous is that the members of the ruling party and the opposition party even sat on the red line in the center of the floor. There is a way between these two lines. The distance between the two red lines is exactly 2.5 meters. It is said that these are two Medieval handles. The length of the sword, that is to say, this distance is to prevent the MPs from drawing swords and stabbing each other after a heated argument.
You can imagine how serious conflicts broke out here back then!
No one could enter the hall, and the later attendees were unwilling to disperse but gathered in the corridor and in surrounding rooms to listen and wait for the first news.
The crowds gathered together and soon there were six to seven hundred politicians gathered in the corridor. People gathered according to political parties and talked among themselves.
"Gladstone is here! Look, Gladstone is here..." People looked out along the corridor glass. At this moment, the leader of the Liberal Party, wearing a black suit and a brand-new top hat, was trying to get away from the crowd of reporters. .
Hundreds of reporters were going crazy, shouting all kinds of questions from their throats, but Gladstone didn't speak at all, just smiled and waved his hands and rushed forward.
Finally, under the protection of the guards, these leaders of the Liberal Party were the first to arrive at the Parliament Building.
Old friends who were familiar with Gladstone in the corridor came to greet him, "How are you doing? Are you sure?"
Gladstone smiled mysteriously, "Don't ask me, ask God! If God still loves Britain..."
As soon as the impeachers entered the parliament hall, there was chaos inside. The Liberal Party members stood up and applauded, while the Tory members collectively booed.
"Hush...hush...shhh...sinister villain...sinister hypocrite...God will punish you!"
The members of the Liberal Party here were not to be outdone, applauding desperately and shouting "Victory...Liberal Party's victory...Victory...Victory...Victory..."
The debate has not even begun, but the smell has already spread.
Amid the commotion, there was another commotion at the door of the Capitol. The carriage with the Prime Minister's badge stopped, and Benjamin, who pretended to be relaxed, stepped out of the carriage.
The reporter pounced on me like a wasp on fire. "Prime Minister... may I ask how you feel at the moment?"
"Prime Minister... can you reveal how you will rebut the Liberal Party's provocation today?"
"Prime Minister...Prime Minister...Prime Minister..."
Questions came one after another. Benjamin still had a good demeanor today, at least not as silent as Gladstone. He reached the top of the steps and was about to enter the door when he suddenly stopped.
"Don't ask me, ask God! If God still loves the Empire on which the sun never sets, then I will definitely win!"
"Please always remember that Britain's glory lies in our eternal victory, and Britain's interests lie in its ever-expanding colonies... Now someone wants to destroy the foundation of the empire that never sets on the world! Even if I agree, thousands of The people will not agree!" chapter;
