The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven Chapter 82

The turn of the parade caused the soldiers on the street to breathe a sigh of relief, throwing their hats into the air as if they had just won a war.

The Duke of Wellington himself also let out a sigh of relief. He had killed too many people in his life, and he really didn't want to be stained with the blood of his compatriots in his later years.

But Palmerston wasn't happy at all, because the group was gone, but the petitions were still there, and it was still possible for these damned workers to reveal the secrets of his Sassoon family.

"Mr. Duke, I heard that you defeated Napoleon. Why don't you dare to chase these damned rascals and beggars?"

"Why do you say?" The Duke of Wellington replied with a smile.

"Boys, I invite you today!" cried the Duke of Wellington.

Such things as the chief's treat are something worth celebrating for soldiers of any country, no matter ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign.

"Salute to you sir!"

Suddenly an officer called out "whoraeintoulouse?"

The already noisy soldiers shouted "it"sourironduke!"

"whodrovemar montoutospain?"

"it's souriron duke!"

"whokiaparteiwaterloo!"

"it's souriron duke!"

"Who's going to pay us tonight!?"

"it's souriron duke!"

The Iron Duke Wellington had unparalleled influence in Britain at this time. Many generals regarded him as an idol. Both soldiers and civilians had heard of his story. If Napoleon was the great devil, then the Iron Duke would be the one who defeated the devil. brave.

This time the army really rejoiced, not only the soldiers, but also the officers. Countless hats were thrown into the sky again, and they even sang "March of the Grenadiers."

The old prince looked at the soldiers who sang "Grenadier March" in front of him, and he seemed to have returned to the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

He still remembered that his friends died one by one on the battlefield. Every time after a battle, he walked on the muddy battlefield, as if he was stepping on the flesh and blood of the soldiers.

However, before the Iron Duke's memories were over, someone discovered a more serious problem. The parade seemed to be heading towards Buckingham Palace.

Palmerston is a bit muddled, and there have always been republicans in the UK who hope to kill Queen Victoria and completely overthrow the monarchy and achieve a republic.

But with such a huge team and such a huge momentum, if the queen is really sent to the guillotine, Britain's international reputation will be unnecessary.

Most importantly, he doesn't like French democracy at all, it's too crazy and bloody.

Palmerston looked at Iron Duke Wellington, who also realized the seriousness of the problem. If the parade team really hit Buckingham Palace, wouldn't he be...

Wellington felt that his eyes were dark and he almost fell off his horse. The adjutant at the side hurriedly supported him when he saw this.

"My lord, what shall we do now?"

"Don't help me, run after me, and make sure to get to Buckingham Palace before the parade."

The Iron Duke took the lead, and the officers behind also seemed in a hurry, and the soldiers behind also realized the seriousness of the problem and followed closely behind.

London, Buckingham Palace.

Queen Victoria was not the later heavy tank. Although she was nicknamed a stubborn and willful quail by her later husband, Prince Albert, it is undeniable that Queen Victoria at this time had a kind of sunshine and coquettishness unique to a girl.

The queen was lying on the bed in her pajamas, and was writing a love poem to her prime minister, the Viscount Melbourne. Although her English was poor, she still hoped that her love poem could impress this charming middle-aged uncle.

From the moment Queen Victoria took the throne, she hoped to get acquainted with everything related to her identity sooner.

The prime minister, William Lamb, Viscount Melbourne, is the best teacher, he carefully guides the queen in handling government affairs.

Victoria was intoxicated by the carefulness of the Viscount Melbourne, and she felt that she was in love.

Queen Victoria's waywardness and conceit often embarrass the Viscount Melbourne, but generally speaking, the Queen is a good student and a good boss.

Since the Viscount of Melbourne belongs to the Whig Party, the Queen has so much trust in the entire Whig Party that a senior member of the Whig Party suggested that the Viscount of Melbourne cheer up and completely defeat the Tory Party.

The Viscount Melbourne was fifty-eight years old, so of course he rejected the proposal.

However, the queen favored the Whig party alone, which made the Tories unhappy. Robert Peel even announced that the Viscount Melbourne had an affair with the queen.

This did not scare Victoria, but made Victoria even closer to the Whig Party.

The noise outside the window disturbed Victoria's mood. She sat up from the bed, rang the bell, and a servant came in immediately.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"What's going on outside, it's so noisy." Victoria asked.

"Her Majesty...outside..."

Seeing the maid's faltering, Victoria became even more curious, so she decided to go to the window to have a look.

As a result, he saw an endless procession approaching Buckingham Palace. The cavalry on the road tried to drive the crowd away, but the procession did not stop, and the army had surrounded Buckingham Palace.

Some military officers entered Buckingham Palace with a message from the Iron Duke, hoping that the Queen would leave temporarily. As for the parade crowd, they will find a way.

Victoria rejects the Iron Duke's offer.

"Tell the Duke of Wellington that I am the Queen of England and I will not leave my palace."

Victoria's answer caught the officer by surprise. He really couldn't figure out what kind of illness Her Majesty was suffering from, so she insisted on losing her temper at this time.

"Your Majesty, this place is very dangerous. Please avoid it. This is the Duke's suggestion." The officer emphasized again.

"Where's the Prime Minister of Melbourne? I want to see the Prime Minister of Melbourne..."

Then a cry came from the window "We want butter! We want bread! . . "

"Your Majesty~www.mtlnovel.com~ please think twice, the mob is right outside and may rush in at any time." The officer begged.

"Sir, what's your name?"

"? Your Majesty, my name is William Eliot." The officer replied.

"Mr. Elliott, please stay outside, I'm going to change clothes." Victoria said.

The maid on the side invited Mr. Elliot out and immediately started dressing Queen Victoria.

Of course, Queen Victoria had heard the story of Louis XVI. Although she did not miss anything, she might follow in the footsteps of Louis XVI today. She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid that she would not die beautifully enough.

The teenage girl dressed stubbornly, took the scepter, which symbolized the rights of the British royal family, and walked to the balcony.

The moment Queen Victoria appeared, the uproar stopped, and both soldiers and marching workers stared at Queen Victoria on the balcony and held their breath.

Queen Victoria on the balcony looked at the crowded ocean below, and turned her palms inward, revealing the letter written to her by the mysterious man.

"There will be bread! There will be butter! Everything will be fine...Thank you, you have made Britain strong, without you, Britain would not be what it is today. I, Queen of England, Victoria, hereby swear that I Will protect your due rights, property..."

"God bless the queen!"  …

The crowd gathered in front of Buckingham Palace sang the British national anthem "God bless the Queen" in unison, and even the soldiers who confronted the crowd sang the national anthem along with the crowd.

The Viscount Melbourne, who came in a hurry, saw the scene in front of him, and couldn't help crying...

Chapter end