Shadow of great britain

On the flat street of Whitehall Street, a black carriage drove slowly.

The middle-aged gentleman was sitting in the carriage, holding a stack of information in his hand and looking through it.

Mrs. Peel was sitting on the seat opposite him.

She smiled and said: "Oh! My dear, I really didn't expect that you would have time to see me attend the court hearing today. Didn't you always work in the official residence at this time in the past?"

A middle-aged gentleman, or better now Sir Peel.

He rubbed his sore temples and responded to his wife with a smile.

"Where can the written documents in the official residence compare to your beautiful face? If I could choose, I would rather sit here and look at you all day."

Mrs. Peel's complexion was red, and she was a little shy, but she still couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

"Robert, we are both an old couple. You don't need to do this with me. You said the document doesn't look good, so what is that thing you are holding in your hand?"

"Is this it?" Sir Peel raised the document in his hand: "The personal information of Sergeant Arthur Hastings."

Mrs. Peel also became interested when she heard the name: "Have you also noticed that talented young police officer?"

"His performance today is really too shining. Unless I am blind, it would be difficult not to notice him. Have you noticed that he is very similar to our other friend named Arthur, very similar."

Mrs. Peel thought for a moment: "I presume you are talking about the Duke of Wellington, Arthur Wellesley? Oh, dear, you must be confused.

Although Mr. Duke is also an upright gentleman with a sense of justice, he cannot be as gentle as Officer Arthur.

If Sergeant Arthur had been replaced by the Duke of Wellington today, he would have given the magistrate two lashes before the trial began. "

"Haha, dear, that's because you don't know him well enough.

The Duke of Wellington was not always so irascible, except when facing His Majesty the King.

He has emphasized to me countless times his principles for making friends. He can tolerate a person being stupid and a person being bad, but he cannot tolerate a person being stupid and bad at the same time. "

Mrs. Peel almost laughed out loud when she heard this. She wanted to laugh but felt rude, so she had to take a handkerchief and cover her mouth.

"Does His Majesty the King know that you cabinet members are talking about him behind his back?"

Sir Pierre raised his eyebrows playfully: "The few sentences I just said are independent and have no connection. Madam, there is nothing about His Majesty the King in it."

"Robert, you have such a bad intention." Mrs. Peel's shoulders were shaking as she laughed: "Okay, tell me about the similarities between Duke Wellington and Officer Arthur."

"Everyone knows what an outstanding commander the Duke of Wellington was, a natural genius for war.

When everyone in the world thought that Napoleon would sweep across Europe, it was he who told the world at the Battle of Waterloo who was more worthy of the title of conqueror.

From India to Iberia, to France and the Netherlands, he was invincible and victorious.

Look at his honors. He was not only Field Marshal of Britain, but also Field Marshal of Russia, Austria, Prussia, Hanover, Spain, Portugal and the Netherlands.

However, such a person who was born for war often complained to me. He said that the thing he hated most in his life was war. After every war, he would say that it was the last time he went to the battlefield.

But when the country needs him, as long as he gives him a gentle push, he will step forward again and stand at the forefront of the war despite artillery fire. "

Mrs. Peel thought for a while and asked, "Do you think Officer Arthur is such a person?"

"Of course." Sir Pierre smiled and nodded: "And what I have to do now is just to give him a gentle push."

Mrs. Peel agreed: "I also think Scotland Yard cannot lose such an excellent police officer. This is irresponsible to the public. But hasn't he already decided to leave? How are you going to push him?"

Sir Peel raised the curtains of the carriage. He pointed at the scenery outside and said: "My dear, don't you realize that this is not the way home?"

Mrs. Peel looked outside. Outside the window was a four-story building with a red exterior and a green dome.

"Admiralty Building? What are we doing here?"

Sir Peel said with a smile: "Officer Arthur just told me that he plans to find another job in the Royal Navy.

But I think the Royal Navy already has enough outstanding talents, and there is no shortage of this one.

More importantly, as Home Secretary for Scotland Yard, I have no intention of letting go of our most outstanding police officers.

That's why I came to talk to some old friends from the Navy Department.

Madam, you don't mind if I have a drink with them later, right? "

"Oh! Robert!" Mrs. Peel looked a little angry: "You have to go to work in the afternoon."

But Sir Peel already had a plan to deal with this: "I have finished my shift today. The only person left in the cabinet who is still busy is the Duke of Wellington who went to Windsor Castle to meet with His Majesty the King."

"Duke Wellington, what is he doing at Windsor Castle?"

Sir Pierre shrugged: "Anyway, I shouldn't be looking for a duel with His Majesty. Well... probably not."

…

At this moment, outside the audience hall of Windsor Castle.

Arthur Wellesley, Duke of Wellington, walked quickly down the steps with no intention of looking back.

Behind him, an angry and roaring old man chased out.

His upper body clothes were extremely luxurious, including a dark red cloak with gold trim and a silver-gray coat decorated with wheat fringes. It was obvious at first glance that it was worth a lot of money.

But the strange thing is that the old man only wears shorts that reach his thighs.

At a glance, it was clear that the old man must have been chasing him too fast, and he didn't even have time to put on a full set of formal clothes.

He roared at the Duke of Wellington: "Wellington! Stop it!"

The Duke of Wellington stopped obediently, but he still did not turn around.

His cold voice was like the north wind in December: "Your Majesty, is there anything else?"

That old man was George IV, the fourth generation king of the Hanoverian Dynasty in England.

George IV's eyes widened. He stretched out his trembling hands and angrily said, "What do you mean by those things you just handed me?"

Duke Wellington said: "That's the literal meaning. If you don't understand, I can simply repeat it for you."

He turned around, stood at the foot of the steps and looked up at the king and said: "The Parliament and the Cabinet have been arguing for Catholic emancipation for more than ten years, and now they have finally reached a consensus, and this is how all parties recognized it. Catholic Emancipation Act.

This is something hard-won, and I do not intend to go to the parliament or the cabinet to re-draw it, because in that case, I will definitely fall into endless wrangling.

So, you now have two options.

Or, you accept the preliminary draft of the Catholic Emancipation Bill that I have just submitted. And hereby assure the House of Commons and the Cabinet that you will not use your influence among the nobles in the House of Lords to block the passage of the Bill.

Alternatively, you can choose to accept the collective resignation of me and the other fourteen cabinet members, and re-select a member of the majority party you trust to form the cabinet.

Or if you're happy, call a new election. No matter who wants to clean up this mess, I will never touch it again. "

When George IV heard this, he was so angry that his voice trembled: "Wellington, you, you!"

But Wellington obviously didn't care about the king's attitude. He said: "If you still consider yourself the legitimate monarch of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, then approve the bill.

I have to explain to you here that although I am a devout believer in Protestantism like you, the issue of the emancipation of the remaining Catholic factions cannot be postponed any longer.

The kingdom is on the verge of civil war, and I have received reliable information that if the bill is defeated, a large-scale rebellion will break out in Ireland.

I must, therefore, remind you again that I will not accept your invitation to be Commander-in-Chief of the Army should a rebellion break out in Ireland.

As for the specific choice, that is your right, it is up to you! "

After saying this, the Duke of Wellington tossed his sleeves and walked away.

George IV roared at his back: "Wellington, you! You! You! How dare you do this to me!!!"

The attendants on the side rushed forward to help the old king, who was about to fall down the steps, and they couldn't help but expressed relief.

"Your Majesty, forget it. Since he is not afraid of Napoleon, don't expect him to be afraid of you."

"I...I...ah!!!" George IV's vision went dark and he fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty!" The attendants shook the king's body, and when they found that there was no response, they all panicked: "Quick, call the doctor!"