Wednesday is the most delicate day of the week.

It's not as abhorrent as Monday, the first working day of the week, and it's not as exciting as Friday or Saturday.

It was also a delicate day for the Duke of Wellington and all the Tory members who still supported the Cabinet.

Because today there is a solemn and special agenda in Parliament - the Prime Minister's Question.

On the north bank of the River Thames, around Trafalgar Square, the clock tower hands of Westminster Abbey and St Margaret's Church point to 12 o'clock at noon.

The House of Lords and Commons of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland is the Palace of Westminster.

In the southwest and northwest corners, two Gothic minarets with a height of more than 100 meters reach into the sky, as if to pierce a crack in the gloomy sky, and below the two minarets, there are also countless small sharp towers, which from a distance look like a group of line infantry marching in bright yellow uniforms and carrying flintlock muskets.

In front of the darkened entrance gate of the Palace of Westminster, countless black-cut niches stand on the bright yellow façade, emitting a faint glow that illuminates the bright red uniforms of the Royal Guards patrolling the nearby sidewalks.

Several dark black carriages approached from Downing Street and Whitehall Street, converging in front of the Palace of Westminster and finally stopping at the crowded entrance gate.

As the carriage entered, the originally noisy crowd suddenly fell into silence, and under the gaze of everyone, the attendants who trotted forward with the carriage stepped forward in turn to open the door of the carriage, and a pair of hard riding boots gradually stepped out of the carriage.

The first to get out of the car was a gentleman in a dark gray tuxedo and a white shirt underneath, he had a straight waist and a calm face, but the sharpness in his eyes still made people feel that he was not a good stubble.

Although as a soldier, he didn't like to show his face, there were still many people in the crowd who recognized his identity.

Sir Edward Barnes, who had served as Chief of Military Affairs of the British Army at the Battle of Waterloo, was General of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and was about to become the new Commander-in-Chief of the British Forces in India.

Standing beside him was Roland Hill, Viscount Almaraz, who was the commander of the British Second Army in the Battle of Waterloo, and is now the Governor of Plymouth, the Commander-in-Chief of the Army of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, and the General of the Army.

On his side, there was a man in black with a soft appearance, but an empty pair of trousers, and he could only move forward on crutches.

It was the right-hand man of the Duke of Wellington at the Battle of Waterloo, the deputy commander-in-chief of the British army and commander-in-chief of the cavalry, and the current secretary of state for Ireland, general of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland Army, Henry Paget, Marquess of Anglesey.

The three generals glanced at each other, then stood respectfully on either side of the road.

Bursts of cold wind suddenly blew in the gloomy sky, and it was such a cold weather, but the audience vaguely felt that the tip of their noses seemed to linger with a lingering smell of gunsmoke.

A few drops of rain sprinkled on the brick road in front of the Palace of Westminster, the car door was slowly opened by the attendant, and a high-top riding boot slowly stretched out, stepping heavily and forcefully on the rain-stained brick road, the riding boots landed with a sonorous sound, and stepped with such force, as if the owner of the riding boots did not want to walk, but wanted to crush the road bricks into dirt.

The Duke of Wellington, dressed in crimson and walking out with a cane, glanced up at the crowd of onlookers on both sides of the trail, and was about to wave to them, but he didn't expect an angry accusation to cut through the silence in the air.

A lady in a white dress, accompanied by two valets, who seemed to support the Whigs, sneered: "Your Excellency, if my husband were as opposed to parliamentary reform as you are, I would have poisoned his breakfast coffee." ”

Just when everyone thought that the Duke of Wellington, who had always been silent in public, would definitely be silent again this time, who knew that the white-haired old man, who was once praised as a hero of Britain and was ridiculed today as having a rusty head, glanced up and down at the lady, and then sneered at each other.

"Madam, if I were your husband, I would not hesitate to drink coffee even if I knew it was poisonous. With a wife like you, I don't want to live longer for a moment. ”

With that, the Duke of Wellington walked into the Palace of Westminster with several generals amid the public shouts and shouts.

"Wellington, you're going to be Waterloo today!"

"Authoritarian tyrant, we expected you to be the next George Munch, but you want to be the next Cromwell!"

"The presence of people like you in the prime minister's position is the greatest stain on British democracy!"

The Duke of Wellington, however, had turned a blind eye to these scoldings, and had heard too much of this scolding these days. He even felt that the shouts were far gentler than the mobs that attacked his mansion.

Although he was already an old man in his sixties, the Duke of Wellington still walked briskly.

In the Palace of Westminster, a huge palace with more than 1,000 rooms and more than 100 staircases, the promenade that runs through the entire palace is 3 miles long.

Thankfully, the Duke of Wellington didn't have to go through the whole process.

He was standing in the heart of the Palace of Westminster.

To his right, is the Noble Room, the seat of the House of Lords.

On his left-hand side is the Commoners' Hall, which represents the seat of the House of Commons.

Although the Duke of Wellington, as a nobleman, was involved in politics in the House of Lords for many years, today, the Commoners Hall is his destination.

The Duke of Wellington's cane and pestle were on the intricately patterned floor of the palace, and only the sound of the thump could be heard from near and far.

The halls of the House of Commons drew nearer, and after a brief moment of darkness and silence, the crowd shouted more and more, and the Duke of Wellington's eyes grew brighter.

Although the size of the chamber is not small, it still makes the hall with just over 400 green leather seats cramped after cramming 658 members of the House of Commons and many members of the House of Lords who came to participate in the questioning.

Tories and Whigs were divided into two camps, with the Speaker's seat and the table dividing line, with Whig supporters on the left and the ruling Tories on the right.

Although the inquiry had not yet begun, the smell of gunpowder was already quite strong in the air, and it can be seen from the ugly faces of Sir Peel, Secretary of State for the Interior, Sir Goulburn, Chancellor of the Exchequer, and Earl Aberdeen, on the front row of the right, that the House of Commons meeting this morning must have gone very badly.

And when the Duke of Wellington appeared at the venue, the already restless atmosphere was pushed to a new climax.

The Whig backbenchers even shouted 'NAY' at him, and Seetu gave him a dismissal before the question began.

"John, give our Prime Minister some awesome look!"

"Didn't you go to St. Helena and meet Napoleon? Did he tell you how to beat Wellington? ”

"We're going to beat you here!"

"Right today, right here!"

The Tory members stood and chanted 'YEA' (support) in support of the party leader, the Duke of Wellington.

"Your Excellency, since you can lead Britain to defeat the French, there is no reason why you will lose to these Whigs today."

"John Russell, don't hesitate to use any tricks!"

"If you can't stand it, why don't you go with your brother, the Duke of Bedford!"

"If it weren't for that, you would just dig Napoleon out of the soil again!"

The legislators of the two parties were arguing with each other, and seeing that they were about to quarrel before the question began, the speaker sitting in the middle of the legislators of the two parties had to raise the gavel and strike it repeatedly: "Silence! Quiet! Quiet! ”

However, parliamentarians have turned a blind eye to the Speaker's request.

Perhaps it was because the heated debate in the morning had raised the mood of the two groups, and the appearance of the Duke of Wellington was like a spark that completely ignited the dynamite keg.

None of the backbenchers of the two parties kept their mouths shut, and they were fighting with each other, even if the speaker repeatedly asked for it, but it was only useless.

A Tory congressman scolded the emotion, and actually picked up the document on the table and smashed it at the Whig opposite.

He scolded as he smashed it back, "Edward! Thankfully this isn't the 14th century, and if Edward II hadn't banned the wearing of swords and armor in the Houses of Parliament, I'd have had to take your head off and kick it as a ball today! ”

The Whig MP, known as Edward, retorted without showing weakness: "Can't you duel without weapons?" Alex, in my opinion, your fist is not half as hard as your mouth! ”

"You impudent, it looks like I have to teach you some lessons today!"

As soon as he said this, the Tories backbencher named Alex couldn't help but rush to the front row, waving his fist to compete with the other party.

Seeing this, the Speaker couldn't help but slam the table with a gavel while roaring: "I repeat, it is strictly forbidden for anyone to die in the council!" Officer of the Guards! Officer of the Guards! Throw these two impudents out of me right now! ”

(End of chapter)