Raising hands to vote is the oldest, oldest and most humiliating way of voting in human history. It is different from paper votes, and it is also different from secret notes. When choosing with this ancient voting method, the selected person can feel the glory and humiliation brought by each vote.

Why has the British Parliament not promoted paper votes or secretly-named small notes votes so far? In fact, it is not impossible to make a simple mechanical transmission device and use buttons instead of raising your hand. This has no technical content at all.

But the powerful British Parliament is just unwilling to change it a little bit. You can say that they are following traditions, you can also say that they deliberately use this method to show the cruelty of politics to the world. What's more important is that this primitive voting method is actually more fair.

The elected person can see with his own eyes every person who agrees with him and opposes him, and the attitude of others towards you is completely reflected in public.

Maybe you will be surprised that those who were not originally speculating with you actually chose to support you on certain issues.

Maybe you will be angry, angry that those who were originally wearing a pair of pants with you actually chose to betray at a critical moment.

Without any concealment, all the masks were torn apart. What exactly does it look like underneath? Everyone can see clearly.

When the Speaker announced the start of the voting, the members of the shadow cabinet led by Gladstone raised their arms one by one, just like flags fluttering in the wind, and the Liberal MPs were eager to poke their arms onto the roof.

The moment that scared Benjamin finally came, and finally there were rebels in his camp. Three Tory members raised their arms, but at that moment, they did not dare to look at Benjamin's eyes.

"You..." Before the angry Benjamin could start scolding, the subsequent scene left him speechless.

Arms were raised one after another, and countless traitors appeared on a large scale within the Tories and Whigs. None of these familiar faces dared to look at Benjamin.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing, and there were more and more rebels. At this moment, even the irrelevant members and nobles watching the battle at the door raised their arms. They knew that they had no right to vote, but at this moment they had to use practical actions to express their disappointment with the Prime Minister.

Do you still need to count? The Speaker and the Justice looked at each other. Two-thirds of the House of Commons, which had a total of more than 600 people, have raised their hands to vote to agree with Gladstone's distrust case, which means that the impeachment has taken effect at this moment.

The Justice sighed, "God bless our country! I declare in the name of the Constitution that the impeachment of the Shadow Cabinet... is officially passed!"

"Long live!" The Liberal Party suddenly roared, and they actually succeeded. The Tories, with a long history, actually lost to the young Liberal Party.

"Long live the victory! Form a pavilion! Form a pavilion! Form a pavilion! Form a pavilion..." They clapped rhythmically and repeated the words of forming pavilion back and forth, and the entire House of Commons was completely boiling.

Now even the reporters at the door heard it clearly. The crazy reporters finally broke through the soldiers' defenses. They broke the wall and rushed over with their cameras.

"Snap the photo...to record this moment of history!"

Gladstone was not as arrogant as he had won, but Benjamin, who failed, looked dead and his hair stood up in a messy manner.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, the Speaker and the Justice wanted to control order but found that they didn't even have a wooden hammer to knock on the table. After smiling bitterly, they could only helplessly glance at the queen.

Only then did I realize that the Queen's expression was very calm, without any slight waves. The Queen coughed gently, and the sound was like the sound of a trumpet in the army. The entire chaotic House of Commons became quiet in an instant.

The Speaker then had the opportunity to speak, "Prime Minister... According to the procedure, you have at most one week to give a reply. Should you choose to resign in accordance with the impeachment case? Or... or are you ready to dissolve the parliament? You can go back and think about how many days to reply..."

Before the Speaker finished speaking, Benjamin suddenly looked up, "No need to wait for a week, I will give Congress an answer now..."

"Disrael..." At this moment, the queen who had been watching the game suddenly spoke. She called Prime Minister Benjamin's surname intimately, which was a very close call.

"Disrael, I'm a little tired, have a cup of coffee with me..."

"Your Majesty..." Benjamin opened his mouth and wanted to say something but couldn't say anything.

Gladstone and Crown Prince Edward exchanged glances. Looking at the prince's calm and confident gaze, Gladstone knew that the big plan had not changed, but he was secretly happy in his heart, but pretended to be calm and gentle.

No one could refuse the Queen's invitation. The lounge on the first floor had been packed out at this moment. The coffee, black tea and small biscuits were ready. Benjamin walked behind the Queen and followed her back, looking extremely old.

"Oh, God, it's already eleven fifty... Sir, while you can go to the restaurant now and use some food, where's the waiter? Bring some sandwiches and bread sausages to our journalists..."

After Gladstone said, smiling and walking through the crowd. People looked at him with great admiration everywhere, because everyone knew that he would soon become the Prime Minister of the Empire.

The secretary approached Gladston and whispered, "The small lounge on the second floor is ready. Who do you want to meet? The head of the Chinese clan is in the royal lounge at this moment. Should I meet? Or should I contact His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty?"

"No, you can't be so impatient. If you see the Chinese head of state and the Qing emperor now, it will make people underestimate me... By the way, is Gordon here?"

"Sir Gordon? Here I'm here, I've been listening in the corridor, I haven't spoken, and I haven't raised my hand just now..."

"Take him to see me, if he doesn't come, just trick me..."

The House of Commons finally ended. Emperor Tongzhi, accompanied by Prince Edward, went to enjoy a special lunch together. The two of them slowly walked while admiring the countless oil paintings and sculptures in the corridor, while listening to the prince telling historical allusions.

The two of them arrived at the royal lounge on the second floor in a short while. The attendant pushed open the door and Zai Chun bought one leg and was stunned. He never expected that the master was here today.

Since Manshun exposed the secret of the Wing King, Emperor Tongzhi has never seen his master. At this moment, he suddenly saw him feeling that he could not speak a word in his chest but could not speak a word.

But he knew that he could not show any abnormality. Thinking of this, he quickly took a few steps and bowed to Xiao Letian ninety degrees.

"Disciple, please pay tribute to the master!"
Chapter completed!