My Italian

Recently, there has been a lot of government affairs. After the funeral of Umberto I, the coronation ceremony of Carlo will follow.

Maybe it sounds a little sad, but it feels too fast for many people. It's really sad to have attended two king's funerals and coronation ceremonies in a row in less than two years.

However, although it is sad, it is still necessary to participate.

On April 30, a large number of people in costumes entered the parliament building. Today they will be witnessing a new king who, although a little younger, will not change the fact that he will be their monarch.

As time went by, there were more and more people in the parliament hall, and people who knew each other began to chat. Until a white-haired old man appeared, many people closed their mouths and looked at him.

It was not surprising that Garibal had such an effect on his appearance at first, but when Italy was just unified, his appearance in the parliament was even more amazing, and the audience was quiet.

Of course, Garibaldi is also very clear about the reasons why these people are quiet. However, when I came in with him as a friend, I had never experienced such a thing.

"Giuseppe, what happened to them?"

In the face of his friend's question, Garibaldi said with a smile. "It's nothing, Cosenz. It's just that the mice looked surprised when a cat walked in."

That's right, Garibaldi is still a republican, and at the same time he is very contemptuous of the Italian rubber sassafras-like parliament. He has said many times that the current parliament is not a parliament chosen by the people through votes, but a toy controlled by kings, nobles and big bourgeois. Although what he said was the truth, he offended these erasers, and it would be strange to give him a good look. If it weren't for his high prestige among the people, he might have been poured dirty water on him.

Not before. Just last year, a journalist named Giovanni Gino Ferranzona wrote two pamphlets "The Political Color of Garibaldi" and "Garibaldi the Ungrateful" to attack Garibaldi personally. As a result, the journalist was assassinated on April 19. In the end, Garibaldi personally initiated a fundraiser to raise a pension for Ferranzona's widow.

Therefore, such a heroic figure with no flaws makes many people who hate him have no way of saying anything.

The cheers of the crowd were at their highest on the streets outside parliament. A team of guards came to Parliament, protecting several carriages marked with the royal logo.

Obviously, this is the arrival of His Royal Highness Carlo who is about to be crowned.

In the carriage, Queen Margherita, dressed in a widow's costume, once again told her to Carlo. "Carlo, follow the same practice as before, you must remember this time."

Carlo, whose ears were almost hearing calluses, answered earnestly despite his mother's nagging. "Don't worry, Mother, I won't screw it up."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside the carriage, followed by the voice of Uncle Amedeo. "Carlo, we're here, get ready to come out."

"Crench."

The door was opened, and Carlo, dressed in full clothes, got out of the carriage, and then his mother got out of the carriage.

And the cheers in the square reached a new high as he got off the bus.

The huge cheers made Carlo visibly stunned for a moment.

"Smile, smile quickly."

Following the whispered reminder from the uncle beside him, Carlo raised his eyebrows at the corners of his mouth to reveal a marked smile, then turned around and waved to the cheering crowd.

Carlo's wave made the cheers at the scene peaked, and some women in particular pushed their voices to the limit. At this time, Carlo had to admit that it was good to have a good skin. Especially the teenagers who are in the green, get the biggest bonus.

After waving to the onlookers, Carlo stepped up the steps and walked into the parliament building under everyone's attention.

Carlo held his head high as he had been rehearsed, and walked on the steps without looking sideways, followed by other people, including his mother and uncle in line to his left and right.

Going to the door, Speaker of the Parliament Leslie, as a guide, guided Carlo to the hall.

When they entered the hall, everyone stood up and watched Carlo walk to the rostrum, where an old man dressed as a white-haired priest was quietly waiting for his arrival.

Facing this old man, Carlo was not surprised. He had seen it before during the rehearsal. This is Bishop Angele invited from Milan. Although the relationship between the Kingdom of Italy and the Vatican is tense, it does not mean that all Catholic priests must obey the Pope's orders, and Bishop Angele is one of the few, so he was invited for this king's coronation.

While waiting for Carlo to stand in front of the rostrum, the bishop of UU reading www.uukanshu.com spoke up.

In the quiet hall, there was only the voice of Bishop Angele. "His Royal Highness Carlo, are you willing to dedicate your life to Italy?"

"I will."

Mingliang replied with a hint of a childish voice, which made the bishop nodded with satisfaction. Then he picked up the crown representing Italy from the tray held by his entourage and put it on Carlo's head.

"Now I represent God, give you a crown, and please treat the Lamb of God kindly."

Then Bishop Angeli took the scepter representing the king's power from another tray and handed it to Carlo.

The short and sacred coronation ceremony was completed in this way, and then people, led by Prime Minister Cairolli, Speaker of Parliament Leslie, and uncle Amedeo, Duke of Aosta, saluted Carlo. From this moment on, Carlo will no longer be a prince, but the king of Italy.

Carlo, who was crowned, did not wait for the easy time. Because next, he will also have a parade of floats to accept the people's salute.

So at the end of the day, Carlo maintained the demeanor of the king and talked with his uncle in a low voice. But before he was allowed to wait long, someone came to inform that the float outside was ready.

Afterwards, with the support of the crowd, Carlo boarded the float and accepted the public's salute once. The entire parade route has long been protected, and Carlo feels like a monkey being watched, allowing others to guide him.

This float parade lasted for two hours. After it was over, he felt very lucky and swore that there would be no next time. This kind of feeling was really uncomfortable.

But no matter what, Carlo has now become the third king of the Kingdom of Italy.

Maybe you can make some plans for the future now?

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