Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

This was the oldest and most humiliating voting method in the history of mankind. He was different from the votes on paper, but he was also different from the slips of paper. He used this ancient voting method to make his choice, and the chosen person would feel the glory and humiliation from every vote.

Why did the British Parliament not promote paper ballot papers or unknown slips of paper to vote on it yet? Actually, it wasn't impossible to make a simple mechanical transmission and use a button to replace the raising of the hand. There wasn't any technology involved.

You could say that they were following the traditions and you could also say that they were deliberately using this way to show the ruthlessness of the political scene. More importantly, this kind of original voting method was actually more fair.

The person being elected, being able to see with their own eyes everyone who approved of him or disapproved of him, everyone's attitude towards you was completely displayed in public.

Perhaps you will be pleasantly surprised that people who were not in your league have chosen to support you on certain issues.

Perhaps you will be angry, angry that the people you were wearing pants with actually chose to betray you at a critical moment.

Without the slightest concealment, all the masks were torn apart. Then what exactly does it look like underneath? Everyone could see it clearly.

When the speaker announced the start of the vote, the Shadow Cabinet members led by Gladstone all raised their arms, one by one like flags fluttering in the wind, and the Liberal Party councilors all wished they could stab their own arms on the roof.

The moment that Benjamin was terrified of had finally arrived. In the end, there were still traitors within his camp and three members of the Tory Party s had actually raised their arms. However, at that moment, none of them dared to meet Benjamin's gaze.

"You all …" Before the furious Benjamin could even start cursing, the subsequent scene left him speechless.

As arms rose up one after another, countless traitors appeared in large areas of Tory Party and the Whig Party. None of these familiar faces dared to meet Benjamin's gaze.

The atmosphere was extremely depressed, and there were more and more traitors. At this moment, even the unrelated representatives and nobles at the door raised their arms. They knew they had no right to vote, but at this moment, they had to use their actions to express their disappointment towards the Prime Minister.

Was there a need to count? Both the Chancellor and the Chancellor looked at each other. At this point, two-thirds of the six hundred members of the House of Commons had voted in favour of Gladstone's dissent, which meant that impeachment was now in effect.

The Lord Chancellor sighed, "God bless our country! I declare in the name of the Constitution that the impeachment of the Shadow Cabinet... "I've officially passed!"

"Long live!" Liberal Party immediately let out a loud cry. They had actually succeeded, and the long-established Tory Party actually lost to the young Liberal Party.

"Long live the victory! Assemble the pavilion! Assemble the pavilion! Assemble the pavilion! Assemble the pavilion! "Group Pavilion …" They applauded rhythmically and repeated the words of the House of Commons back and forth. The whole House of Commons was in an uproar.

This time, even the reporters at the entrance heard it clearly. The crazy reporters had finally broken through the soldiers' defenses. They punched a hole in the human wall and charged forward with their cameras in hand.

"Quickly take photos... "Record this moment in history!"

In front of the camera, Gladstone did not look as arrogant as she did after her victory, but the defeated Benjamin had a face full of death, the hair at his temples standing straight up in disarray.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of them, the council head and judges wanted to control the order but realized that they didn't even have a gavel to knock on the table. After a bitter smile, they could only steal a glance at the queen.

Only then did he realize that the queen's expression was very calm, without any ripples at all. He only saw her cough lightly, like the sound of a bugle in the army, and the entire House of Commons fell silent.

It was only then that the Speaker had the opportunity to say, "Your Excellency, the Prime Minister..." According to the procedure, you will only have a week's time to give a reply. Are you choosing to resign in compliance with the impeachment case? Or … "Or are you planning to dissolve the council? You can slowly think about it for a few days before answering …"

Without waiting for the speaker to finish speaking, Benjamin suddenly raised his head and said, "There's no need to wait a week. I'll give the council an answer right now …"

"Disraeli …" Just then, the spectating Queen suddenly spoke out. She affectionately called out the surname of Prime Minister Benjamin, a very intimate form of address.

"Disraeli, I'm a bit tired. Why don't you join me for a cup of coffee?"

"Your Majesty …" Benjamin opened his mouth wanting to say something but nothing came out.

Gladstone and Edward exchanged a look. Looking at the calm and confident look in the prince's eyes, Gladstone knew that there was no change in the grand plan, but he secretly rejoiced in his heart and pretended to be calm and collected.

At the moment, the Rest Room on the first floor had already packed everything. Coffee, black tea and biscuits were already prepared.

"Oh, my God, it's already 11: 50... Gentlemen, while we're at it, let's have a simple meal in the dining room. Where are the waiters? and bring some sandwiches and bread and sausages for our reporter friends... "

Gladstone smiled as he walked through the crowd. Wherever he went, people looked at him with great reverence, because everyone knew that he was about to become the Imperial Prime Minister.

The secretary went over to Gladstone and whispered, "The little Rest Room on the second floor is ready. The head of the Chinese family was currently at the Rest Room of the royal family. Or should I contact the Emperor of the Great Qing? "

"No, we can't be so anxious. The head of the Hua Clan and the Emperor of Qing will make people underestimate me... Oh right, is Gordon here yet? "

"Sir Gordon? "He's here. He was just listening in the hallway and didn't say anything. He didn't raise his hand just now …"

"Bring him to me. If he doesn't come, trick him to come here …"

The House of Commons finally ended, and Emperor Tongzhi, accompanied by Prince Edward, went to enjoy a special lunch together. The two slowly paced back and forth, admiring the countless of paintings and sculptures in the corridor, while listening to the prince recount the historical story.

In a short while, the two of them reached the second floor's royal Rest Room. The servant pushed open the door, and Zai Chun, who had just bought one leg, was immediately stunned.

Ever since Man Shun had revealed the secret of the King Yi, Tongzhi had never seen his master before. At this moment, when they had just met, Tongzhi actually felt as if he couldn't say a single word.

Thinking about it, he quickly walked a few steps forward and cupped his hands in a salute towards Xiao Letian, bowing 90 degrees.

"Greetings to Master!"