The first rays of the morning sun pierced a gap in the horizon, and the moment the first rays of the sun shone on the top of Parliament Hill, a beautiful palace was lit up by the morning light, solemn and solemn, and the hearts of the people were swaying. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The nobles of the empire were also interesting people at times, they were sometimes like impulsive children, full of some kind of arrogant and ridiculous thoughts. In order to confront the royal family, the Imperial Diet chose a small hill outside the palace, leveled the top of the hill, and built the Parliament building on top of the mountain. Their purpose in doing so was nothing more than to prove that the "status" of the parliament was higher than that of the royal palace, and that the interests of the nobles were above the royal family.

What a laughable practice!

On the way to the summit of the hill, which is shrouded in morning light, the dense crowd of horse-drawn carriages is like the streets of the Silver Ring District on holidays. Not only did the members of the Imperial Diet participate in the voting at this Imperial Assembly in accordance with the regulations, but also some nobles, scholars and commoners who were not members of the Imperial Assembly also came here spontaneously. Their goal is simple, to get the most accurate information in the first time.

After all, the restructuring of the Imperial Diet has touched the hearts of the vast majority of people, and from top to bottom, almost everyone is worried about this matter.

And this reform plan is also the most miraculous plan, it seems that every class, everyone can benefit from it, and no one has anything to lose, which also makes today's Imperial Parliament receive unprecedented attention.

Compared to the nervousness of others, Wren was much more relaxed, and he had not yet gotten out of bed.

The nobles' morning often refers to the period between nine and ten o'clock, and the rich nightlife always makes these nobles sleep much later than the others, just like last night, Wren and Helen tossed and turned until almost two o'clock.

Last night Wren and Helen attended what Helen called a ball for young people, and it was true, and the ball was full of the sons of some nobles, who were generally around twenty years old, and there was no nobleman over thirty years old. When young people get together, they often discuss things that have nothing to do with politics. From clothing accessories, to lace news, from eating, drinking, and being jealous, it is simply a model of carefreeness.

At the banquet, Wren met Helen's fiancé, a twenty-six-year-old young nobleman whose father was an earl, subordinate to the Imperial Treasury and said to be related to the Chancellor of the Exchequer. This is a high-powered position, holding the purse strings of various departments. And Helen's fiancé is exceptionally handsome, with short blond hair, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a tall posture, and a strong body, which is simply a template for a beautiful man.

If he hadn't stiffened his smile when he saw Helen walk in through the door with his arm around him, perhaps Wren would have given him a ninety-nine.

Faced with Helen, who is a birdie, and Wren, who obviously doesn't take him seriously, the handsome young nobleman leaves the ball early due to physical discomfort, which makes Wren think of him a little lower. But it doesn't matter, the person who walks is the most humiliating.

At the ball, Wren became a sweetheart, and beauties of all kinds of styles constantly surrounded him, all wanting to chat with him. As the only patriarch of the Golden Aristocracy who has not yet reached adulthood, the future that Wren represents is really a special concern for these young ladies who are not so concerned about politics, and being involved with him means that his status in the family will be significantly improved, such as Helen.

The jealousy in the eyes of these women when they looked at Helen almost turned into anger and tore her apart, these women who were very graceful and elegant on the surface, I don't know how many times they scolded Helen behind their backs. Female cousins and the like are no longer fierce language, and they almost use all the insulting words in history. If you tell a lie a hundred times, it will come true...... , let's not think about it.

Helen's vanity was satisfied like never before at a not-so-interesting ball, and she returned to serve Wren properly.

At this time, Wren opened his sleepy eyes, and the eye droppings stuck to his upper and lower eyelashes, and it took a long time to rub the eyes of those who were a little awkward to crush and rub them open. He glanced at Helen, who was still sleeping peacefully with the pillow, lifted the quilt and walked to the edge of the bed, and opened the curtains completely. Bright sunlight shines through the spotless crystal windows, and the soul is sublimated under the sunlight. He stretched his waist and leaned on the bed to look out, there were not many pedestrians in the deserted streets, and there were only two carriages parked at the gate of the usually lively palace, and there was no longer a scene of traffic.

Glancing at the table clock beside him, Wren yawned and walked into the bathroom. The moment the boiling water poured over him through the shower, it was as if all the fatigue of the night had been carried away with the running water, and after washing away some of the liquid left on his body, he pulled the rope, and the maids came in with their new clothes. They wiped Wren clean of all the water droplets, then changed him into troublesome clothes and took care of every detail for him.

It's not an easy job, so don't expect these maids to be as delicate as a freshly blooming flower, all of them stout and powerful. Wren guessed in his heart that if everyone let go of their hands and feet, he might not be able to beat them.

Funkos prepared Wren's favorite breakfast—a berry and bean juice and a fried food made from wheat flour. His requirements for food are very strange, and if it weren't for the high level of the chef, he might have been driven away a long time ago.

Eating the crispy thin crispy and drinking the fruity soy milk, the mood has never been better, and of course steak is also a must-have food. The abundance of meat protein and various amino acids can make him energetic all day, which has been proven by scientists.

casually picked up the official newspaper and looked at it a few times, it was nothing more than who had graduated from the Imperial Higher Academy and entered the center. Or which soldier has made outstanding achievements on the Western Front, and has already sealed various versions of the "Orlando Imperial Dream" such as Wu Jue. As for the reform of the Imperial Diet, the official newspaper only mentioned it, and did not report anything on a large scale, and did not speculate on the results. This is obviously not until the results are available, and the officials are reluctant to talk too much about the possible final outcome of the Reichstag reform.

Newspapers from the private sector published a large number of well-known scholars' views on the reform of the Imperial Diet and speculation about the results. On the whole, these people were optimistic, and they also analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of the reform of the Imperial Diet, and each of them said more or less the same thing, and summed it up in one sentence - the empire is good, the royal family is good, the nobles are good, and the commoners are good.

The entry of non-aristocratic forces into the Imperial Diet and the right to vote could indeed be seen as a victory for civil rights, and it was an unprecedented good thing for the common people, especially for these scholars who thought they were full of knowledge. Compared to the civilians who still feel that they are still far from politics, these scholars have smelled a certain breath of restlessness, which is the call of the times.

Many scholars believe that as long as the speech is well spoken, perhaps they can become a "representative of the people", enter the core of the empire, and become a member of the rule-making.

After reading each report over and over again, the two newspapers were tossed aside by Wren.

He ungracefully forked the steak whole and ate it in a few bites, then pushed the table away, "Prepare the carriage, I'm going to Capitol Hill." ”

"Okay, I'll go get ready. ”

As soon as Funkos left, Celeste walked in, she glanced at Funkos's back, lifted the corner of her skirt and curtsied to Wren, "Good morning, brother." ”

Wren beckoned to her, and the little girl walked up to Wren for some reason, and Wren immediately reached out and pressed her head and rubbed it vigorously, crumpling her hair into a mess. Looking at the little girl's helpless look, Wren smiled happily. This is his favorite thing to do, and the little girl has no mood of resistance, but a little snickering, which is a unique action between the two, and others can't enjoy it.

"Looks like you're happy today, Brother Wren. Celeste smoothed her hair, and the little girl's hair was exceptionally soft, and it became very neat when she played with it. She sat down at the table next to Wren, and breakfast was immediately served. Compared to Rennes's breakfast, Celeste's breakfast was much lighter, with a cup of green tea with only three tea leaves, two fist-sized meal bags, and two bottles of jam were all she had for breakfast.

Wren nodded, "Of course, all the hard work will be achieved today, and this is something to be happy about." ”

"I thought you were happy because of Helen. Celeste's words made Wren a little embarrassed, he touched the corners of his sideburns and laughed dryly.

Celeste didn't like Helen, she had said it more than once, and she didn't like all the women who were close to Wren except Aphro. This may be the awakening of the consciousness of the territory, and it also has something to do with the fact that she is the first destined to become Wren's future lover.

Wren digressed the subject, "I saw Aphro when I went back this time. ”

Speaking of Aphro, Celeste's attention was immediately drawn to it, she held the meal bag in her hand, cut it with a silver knife and smeared some jam, then stopped all movements, looked at Wren and asked, "How is Sister Aphro doing now, why didn't she come back with you?"

"Things are not going well with the barbarians, and these hateful slave races don't really want to make peace with me. Aphro was caught between the two of us, and I tried to bring her back, but she chose to stay with the Black Man. Wren pursed his lips, his expression changed slightly, "I respect her choice, after all, she is a saint of the black barbarians, she just did what she had to do, didn't she?"