[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

When Isabella slowly woke up from a deep sleep, she half-opened her eyes, thinking that it was still dawn.

The rainy days in London are always so chaotic, and the light rain does not stop slowly. In this kind of weather, it is really the most comfortable thing to sleep in the cage.

Isabella turned over, and her sore muscles brought back her rationality that had just woken up.She half propped herself up and tried to sit up, leaning against the head of the bed, like a wilted eggplant, feeling uncomfortable all over.

The place around her was still empty, which was quite normal for a Sherlock Holmes, and she didn't even bother to send a text message to "make trouble for no reason".

After all, even Sherlock knows that it would take Brexit, the financial crisis, aliens vs. the FBI to stop Mycroft from his job.

She swiped her phone in bed for a while. The recent news was not very interesting. After the general election, the Prime Minister will lead the Conservative Party to fulfill the promises he made. A series of new bills on education and medical care have been released, causing heated discussions among netizens.

After a little getting used to the soreness in her body, Isabella lazily picked up her nightgown from the bed and changed into it. The clothes hung loosely on her body. She didn't even fasten her belt. Anyway, she was the only one at home, so she was naturally comfortable. Come.

Stepping barefoot on the wooden stairs, she knew that McCoff would arrange for Anthea to prepare a breakfast for her every morning before going to work. She wondered what would be the dish this morning?English breakfast, French breakfast, or her favorite Chinese breakfast?

But what Isabella didn't expect was that she saw Mycroft sitting on the sofa wearing a three-piece dark gray suit and the dark blue tie she liked very much. Laptop, talking to the person in the computer, his expression is indifferent and serious.

Seeing Isabella going downstairs, he quickly glanced at her distractedly. After seeing her bare feet stepping on the cold floor, Mycroft frowned, frightening the minister who was on the video conference with him It is rare to get stuck when reporting work.

"My humble opinion is that there are still many immature aspects of this bill, such as the scope of application of medical insurance and related proportions. You may not have considered that some elderly people have no children and can only live on meager relief funds?" Mycroft's tone was cold, and after listening to the other party's one-hour report, he quickly pointed out the loopholes in his proposal.

"...Sorry, I..." The man's embarrassed reply came from the video.

"Continue to revise." After speaking, Mycroft clicked to exit the video connection.

He finally put his attention back on Isabella. The man stood up, as if he hadn't switched back from working, his expression was still calm, and the coldness in his eyes made him look far away and untouchable.

The slightly cold gaze rested on Isabella's half-closed chest from top to bottom. The gentle Morandi pink silk nightgown only covered most of it, leaving more white and tender skin exposed. A light red mark like a crabapple flower.

The man's Adam's apple moved, and he asked in a low voice, "Why did you run down with bare feet? Put on your shoes."

"...I thought you weren't home." Isabella ignored him, stepped onto the sofa barefoot, and retracted herself into the sofa.

"Can you walk around without shoes if I'm not at home?" Mycroft found the loophole in her words and narrowed his eyes slightly. "The ground is cold, which can easily cause gastrointestinal discomfort."

"Yeah," Isabella nodded perfunctorily, "Then I won't step on the ground."

Sometimes, Mycroft really can't show his temper at all when facing her. The cold air that makes his subordinates tremble has no effect on Isabella. She just rolls her eyes, and then pretends he doesn't exist and continues Against him.

McCoff moved the breakfast on the dining table to the coffee table, pursed his lips, and said, "Breakfast. Also, if there is any discomfort... please let me know in time."

Isabella, who was drinking milk, almost choked, "Ahem..."

A Kleenex was delivered promptly.

"Cough, thank you," Isabella wiped her tears and mouth, "Everywhere feels uncomfortable."

What about "Iceman"?Why did she feel the real volcano last night?

"...Sorry," Mycroft didn't know the meaning of his words, he just said subconsciously, after a moment of silence, he sat beside her so that she could lean her body in his arms, "at noon If you want to eat, I will ask Anthea to make a reservation in advance."

Without answering the question directly, Isabella found a soft and comfortable position on his stomach to lean against, and she asked back, "Didn't you go to Whitehall this morning?"

"I took a day off."

"God... I hope this will not cause all kinds of horrible unfounded speculations among your colleagues." When Isabella thought of those savage politicians confirming some unspeakable gossip with meaningful eyes, she would One head and two big ones.

"What? No, of course not, you don't have to worry," Mycroft smiled. "They'll just speculate if I'm so sick that I can't even leave the house. Some people may gloat. In order to dispel their thoughts, That's why I held a video conference with them this morning, which can be resolved with a single document."

"Okay. As long as there is no problem," Isabella muttered, "I hope everything is fine in Britain."

"You can be assured."

Isabella suddenly remembered something, she sat up from him suddenly, the result was too big, the numbness in her waist made her almost dodge.Mycroft rubbed her waist considerately.

"By the way, Myc, do you know Mr. Rudy? Rudy Holmes." Isabella asked seriously.

Mycroft's hands froze, and there was no expression on his face, but he readily admitted: "He is my uncle."

"..."

"what happened?"

"I just... suddenly remembered the past," Isabella hid Moriarty's reminder, "I remember a Mr. Rudy who taught me those superb cross-dressing skills when I was very young." technique..."

"Yes, I always thought he was Aunt Rudy...his disguise technique made it impossible for me to find the slightest flaw." Mycroft said.

"Back then? How old were you then?"

"Teens."

"So, can you see through his disguise now?"

"I don't know," Mycroft said solemnly, "I haven't seen him for a long time."

"I want to ask you this too. I haven't seen or heard of him since he taught me this."

"Uncle Rudy's name is not unfamiliar to the British government..." Mycroft seemed to remember the past, his expression became gloomy, "But he said that he was tired of the hypocritical politics, I think he Maybe somewhere to live in seclusion, this is also one of his wishes."

"I didn't expect to know a Sherlock Holmes when I was so young. I always thought I knew you the first time!" Isabella said half-jokingly.

Mycroft also smiled slightly, "So, your superb cross-dressing skills come from Uncle Rudy, so it's no wonder that everyone else is being played around by you."

"But I can't lie to you." She said dissatisfied.

"No, actually you managed to hide it from me," he smiled. "The first time you cross-dressed in front of me, remember? In the mall, you got rid of my agent."

"Well... I remember, you said that the protective film on the sole of my shoe was not torn off. But didn't you recognize it?" Isabella remembered.

"Yes, I found out after watching that surveillance repeatedly."

"Okay..." Isabella pursed her lips, "Just that one time, you will always recognize me in the future."

"Looks don't lie, Isabella," Mycroft whispered. "When you look at me, I can always see it."

"Maybe." Isabella grabbed his arm and moved closer to him, her small and exquisite toes lightly tapped the ground in boredom, Mycroft's eyes were attracted, and he looked down.

It was to the rhythm of the piece Isabella played at Buckingham Palace earlier.

"Maintitle," he said with a smile.

"You went to listen?" Isabella was a little surprised.

"Actually, I spent two hours watching that movie, The Notebook, didn't I?"

"You're willing to spend two hours watching this movie without fast-forwarding?" She was really surprised.

"I always have to understand your intention of telling me this song, in order to prevent you from leaving any secrets in the movie and trying to tell me, yes, one hour, 57 minutes and 11 seconds, I am not bad, I have watched all of them. "Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

"..." Well, she shouldn't underestimate the ability of Sherlock Holmes to get to the bottom of things.

"I already guessed the ending in the first 10 minutes. To be honest, the director made the suspense very boring," McCoff paused. , or insist on pinning all your hopes on the illusory mail... With all due respect, it is really hard for me to understand."

"Movies always have to have some artistry. Those emails that were temporarily withheld by the girl's mother caused the two to lose contact with each other to promote the development of the plot."

McCoff was noncommittal.

"But that piece is still pretty nice, isn't it? The most important thing is that it's simple enough, much simpler than the old score I learned from Bach back then," Isabella blinked slyly, she climbed The other party's neat suit quietly approached his cheek, pretending to kiss him in the man's unmoved calm face, then suddenly turned her head away, she said with a smile, "The doorbell rang, is it your subordinate?"

Mycroft looked helplessly at her smile after she succeeded in a prank, so he had to get up and go downstairs to open the door.

Anthea, the number one secretary of the British Empire who delivered documents to her boss in person, was at a loss. Why did Mr. Holmes have a gloomy and terrifying expression after opening the door, as if he had a toothache?

"Boss, today's documents." In any case, the essence of the best secretary is to never ask questions that should not be asked.

Anthea complained, Mr.'s complexion is so bad, is it because of his health that he asked for leave?

"Okay." Mycroft nodded.

The rain outside the door had a tendency to turn into a torrential rain, and Anthea immediately said, "The lunch reservation you ordered before is already ready. Do you want to serve it now?"

"Well," Mycroft responded casually, and he added when he remembered something, "Don't let the waiters in, you arrange it."

"Yes, sir."

When Anthea went upstairs with the food box and saw Her Royal Highness reclining lazily on the sofa, she finally understood what her boss meant.

Her Royal Highness the little princess wore only a long tulle coat over her nightgown, and was smiling and waving at her.

Just as she was about to speak, Anthea felt a chill running down her back, and cold sweat slid down her forehead. Needless to say, it must be Mr. Holmes' warning eyes staring at her.

Anthea didn't look sideways, lowered her head and lowered her eyes as if Isabella didn't exist, put down the plate as fast as she could and left.

Just kidding, she still understands the principle of don't speak evil, don't listen to evil, and don't look at evil.

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