[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

There are a few scattered cars parked at the entrance of an unremarkable private restaurant next to the Thames River. The brands of the cars are unrecognizable, and all of them are neatly covered with dark car film. If someone is careful to check carefully, they can see the door Welds have a thicker interlayer than normal vehicles.

The woman with straight brown hair and long chestnut lightly took Mycroft's arm. She looked at the guests who were greeting each other in the banquet hall indifferently. Seeing the silver lining inside, it is as confusing as a galaxy.

The woman—that is, Isabella, very well substituted herself into the role of "Mr. British Government's female companion". Some of my own understanding, to be honest, she enjoys this kind of role-playing, if this is a performance, she will definitely get high marks.

Reserved, elegant, and indifferent are the persona she set up for her new identity. Isabella even gave herself a new name—Frances Taylor, derived from her makeup tonight. She is very I like the actress Liv Tyler, so she deliberately made her cross-dressing look more like Liv.

"You never told me that it was Mr. Prime Minister who held this private banquet." Isabella whispered to the people around her when she saw the familiar figure in the crowd.

Mycroft kept his eyes fixed, and there was no emotion on his face, "The dinner after the victory of the general election is a bit late."

Isabella curled her lips secretly in her heart, but she still kept an expression in sync with McCoff, cold and reserved.

She is also very familiar with this restaurant. Apart from being at home, some powerful people always like to hold private parties here, which is private and safe enough.

"Oh! Mycroft," the prime minister spotted McCoff, who arrived on time, and walked over quickly with a smile, "I thought you wouldn't come, is this your new girlfriend? Wait, Let me guess... it won't be your subordinate again, right?"

The familiar smirk appeared on McCoff's face again. He reached out to shake hands with the Prime Minister, and after a short pause, he introduced, "No, of course not, this is Frances Taylor."

"Hello, Mr. Prime Minister." Isabella smiled lightly.

"Hello," the Prime Minister nodded slightly, and he went to talk to Mycroft half-jokingly, "It's the same as you...why, this time I didn't bring my subordinates to the banquet, so this is yours..."

He didn't say the whole thing, and the look on his face naturally seemed to be a metaphor for something.

Mycroft was unmoved, "mate, Brian."

"Okay..." Mr. Prime Minister, who didn't get a satisfactory answer, raised his eyebrows, glanced over the silver ring on McCoff's right hand inadvertently, looked at Isabella, and said, "Enjoy tonight, McCoff ,you will like it."

"I hope so," Mycroft said.

The prime minister was sent away, and in a blink of an eye Burton, the new minister of health in the cabinet, walked over with his female companion. He shook hands very graciously and offered a few perfunctory compliments to Isabella before turning the corner. Go and inquire about the news with McCoff.

"Sorry, I don't think these small bills are suitable for discussion on such an occasion," Mycroft replied coldly, "Of course, I wonder if you would like to come to my office at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to discuss it?"

"No, no," the Minister of Health waved his hands again and again, he laughed a few times, as if to ease the embarrassment, his eyes fell on Isabella who was standing aside, "I just asked casually... By the way, uh, this ..."

"Frances Taylor," Isabella kindly reminded him.

"Oh yes, Ms. Taylor... I have to say, you look a bit like that Hollywood actress... what's your name?" I probably thought Isabella and the secret agent "female companions" brought by McCoff before "Nothing different, Burton's eyes stayed near Isabella's slender neck disrespectfully.

"You really know how to joke. Is this a compliment?" Isabella hasn't forgotten her character - ICEWOMAN just like ICEMAN.She replied nonchalantly.

Just as Burton was about to say something again, he suddenly felt that Mr. Holmes' vague gaze became cold and unkind. He took a step back wisely to make way for him.

After walking a little further, Isabella whispered in a voice that only each other could hear: "...oh, I remember that gentleman just now worked in the city hall before."

"Burton Connolly, whose only contribution was to propose the concept of an environmentally friendly and green town hall for the architectural design of the new London town hall building."

"Okay..." Isabella could feel that the celebrity who appeared at this banquet was undoubtedly Mr. Holmes next to her. No matter who it was, they would come over and say hello to him. Under the special effects makeup, it is not so easy to maintain a faint smile.

Seemingly unintentionally, Mycroft picked up a glass of red wine and handed it to Isabella. She almost couldn't help laughing at the fleeting expression of pain.

"I can understand your feelings, just like I hate those red-tape royal dinners... Everyone is complimenting each other, and it's disgustingly fake." Isabella twirled the wine glass in her hand playfully.

"I couldn't agree more," he said.

Isabella took a sip of the red wine slowly, and the red lip marks were left on the outer edge of the wine glass. She took a facial tissue from the bar counter and wiped the wine glass carefully.

"In the eyes of those people, your action can be regarded as confirming the identity of my subordinate." Mycroft said.

"No way, it's just cleaning a cup. Isn't it normal to have a cleanliness? I thought the agent's methods should be more subtle?"

"But that's the case in the eyes of those laymen. They will even be complacent about their amazing discovery..." Mycroft narrowed his eyes slightly, and he whispered to Isabella, "Follow up."

Isabella took his arm again, and followed Mycroft with a puzzled look, walking straight towards a man whose back was turned to them.

"Hello, Sir Spencer." Mycroft said suddenly as he stood behind him.

The man turned around hastily, and was startled when he saw Mycroft's face. He stammered, "Ah! Hello, Mr. Holmes."

"My lord is delighted to see your name in the list of the House of Lords, Mr Spencer."

"Really? Oh, I mean..."

"Of course, I'm still interested in some of your claims," ​​Mycroft turned slightly to introduce Isabella to Earl Spencer, "This is Frances Taylor, my lady companion. Some of the opinions raised are also quite interesting, and she mentioned you to me before."

"Hi, Your Excellency Earl Spencer." Isabella recovered from her surprise, and she seemed to understand the purpose of McCoff in bringing her to this private banquet.

Earl Edward Spencer in front of her is her mother and Princess Diana's brother.

When Earl Spencer heard the name Frances, sadness flashed across his eyes, "Hello, Miss Taylor."

Mycroft patted the inside of Isabella's elbow lightly, and she understood instantly, so she took a step forward and asked politely: "I don't know if I will be lucky enough to talk to you? The vegetarianism that has been advocated for years also has some immature views..."

Earl Spencer glanced at Mycroft, the other party's tacit attitude had already explained everything, so he nodded readily, "Of course, I am very happy."

Watching Isabella follow Earl Spencer to the rest area for a brief narration, Mycroft went straight to the terrace. The transparent glass door just perfectly divided the two worlds of drinking and drinking inside the house and the silence outside.

Mycroft took a low-tar cigarette from the inside pocket of his suit and smoked it silently.

……

The time was not long, just enough for Mycroft to finish smoking a cigarette. Isabella got some things about her mother from the side during the conversation with Earl Spencer, which made her understand the grievances and grievances of the year. A deeper understanding.

She also understands that this is the biggest concession for Mycroft, he can't directly tell himself the truth that has been yellowed in the top secret archives of the British government.

The skilled symphony orchestra played the little waltz. In the middle of the dance floor, guests in twos and threes began to enjoy the charm of the waltz with their female companions. Isabella quickly swept through the crowd in the hall. To be honest, these politicians and dignitaries always It was the same dress, suit and leather shoes, which made it a little difficult for her to find someone.

"I remembered, Miss Taylor, you look very much like that Hollywood actress, Liv Tyler, don't you? You have the same beautiful lips, very sexy and charming." Burton Connolly suddenly called out to her from behind. .

Isabella could only turn around and deal with the other party, "Thank you very much for your compliment, Mr. Connolly."

"Are you looking for Mycroft?"

"Yes, did you see him?"

Burton shook his head, teasingly said: "No, who knows where he went, leaving such a beautiful and elegant lady alone, seems like something he can do... I think you must know, right?"

No wonder McCoff always said that he was working in the aquarium. Isabella suddenly became interested. She suddenly smiled and said persuasively, "Oh? I don't know... If you can explain it to me in detail... ..."

"Is Miss Taylor joking?"

"I also met Mr. Holmes not long ago, and I am not his subordinate."

"What? You're not?" Burton, who had always defaulted to the fact that the other party was an agent, opened his mouth wide in surprise, "It's really the sun coming out from the west. I've never seen Mycroft take anyone other than an agent as a female companion..."

"Really? It's my pleasure."

"Well, don't blame me for being rude, this is really shocking, because no one in the British government knows his name," Burton lowered his voice, "TheICEMAN."

"This is the first time I've heard of it," said Isabella.

"Maybe you are special to him..." Burton said to himself, "I wonder if you could ask me about the latest medical bill? It's just something innocuous that won't cause him any trouble. suspicious."

"I will try my best, but as you have seen just now, Mr. Holmes doesn't want to talk about it very much." Isabella blocked back without any trace, actually wanting to get information from her, this Mr. Connolly's highest The achievement may only be "environmentally friendly and green city hall".

"Uh, okay."

Inadvertently, Isabella saw the familiar side face outside the glass, and she gestured slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I wish you a pleasant evening, Mr. Connolly."