[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The Whitehall was still brightly lit at night, and Mycroft signaled Anthea to stay in the car with Isabella with his eyes. He opened the door and got out of the car, and walked straight into the room.

Isabella looked at the tall and straight figure of Mycroft hesitantly, until he turned around and disappeared into the depths of the crowd.She was silent for a while, and said as if she was talking to herself: "...tonight is really dangerous, did I go too far?"

Anthea stopped her typing hands, she didn't know whether she should answer Her Royal Highness's words.

"I made sure I had full confidence before I shot. He taught me the marksmanship himself. In that case... I will be fine."

Anthea still hesitated and said, "Uh, Your Highness, Boss is very worried about you. Because of the matter between you and Mr. Holmes, Boss urgently called off the first cabinet security meeting after the general election."

"..." Hearing this, Isabella pinched the bridge of her nose and said in pain, "oh, then what should I do to calm him down? By the way, Anthea, can you take me to Buckingham Palace first? I think At this time, only the royal dessert chef can appease your Boss."

"Your Highness...but Boss told me to stand by."

Anthea thought to herself, besides sweets, who can appease her own boss, isn't it your Highness yourself?It's a pity that the young His Highness didn't seem to have thought of this level at all.

"This meeting won't end so soon. Believe me, Anthea, we can get back before it ends," Isabella said cogently, "You probably don't want the depression in McCoff to continue, do you?" ? This is tantamount to torture for his subordinates."

"...Okay, let's do it as soon as possible." Anthea thought for a while, and for the sake of her working environment, she compromised.

"Soon, I'll call the housekeeper now." Isabella said with a smile.

The little black car slid silently into the night, and the distance from Whitehall to Buckingham Palace was not too far.

The magnificent Buckingham Palace closed the passages for tourists during the day, and the guards stood ready to guard the entrances of the castle. After confirming Isabella's identity, they saluted her solemnly and made way for her.

The night was already deep, and in the bustling downtown London, which was lit up all night, except for the afterglow of a new moon that softly scattered to the earth, the stars were eclipsed by the lights.

Isabella hurried through those complicated and deep corridors. Every place in Buckingham Palace was deeply engraved in her memory palace. She knew that there was a small path that could reach the restaurant faster.

At the intersection of the dark corridors, there is only a gold silk glazed night light that illuminates the darkness from the four passages. The lamps are painted with vivid angels, their eyes are closed, and a pair of pure white wings just cover the wick under the wings.

Isabella turned the corner and walked towards the restaurant.

"Your Highness, I think we will meet again tomorrow."

A woman in a black tights was half turned sideways, hiding herself in the light and shadow. Her proud figure could be seen clearly under the outline of the tights, which was enough to make people's blood rush.

Isabella leaned against the wall subconsciously, listening to the other party's whispers quietly.It wasn't that she wanted to eavesdrop, but that the extremely beautiful strange woman appeared in Buckingham Palace late at night, which made her have to be vigilant.

The person opposite the woman was shrouded behind the tulle curtains, and Isabella could not see clearly, only a general outline, as if that person was also a woman.

The strange woman smiled with all kinds of flair. She raised her fingers and touched the other's chin frivolously, and approached the other's ear ambiguously and whispered something.

"Good night, dear."

Under the cover of dim lights, the two quietly walked towards the rather secret side entrance of Buckingham Palace.And as the other party drifted away, Isabella also leaned out from the corner.

The woman's face is beautiful and dangerous, like a poisonous snake lying lazily spitting out its message among the flowers, and will give a fatal blow to passers-by at some point, and like a poppy growing on a cliff Flowers, with delicate and biting beauty.

Isabella was all about her painted lips, red velvet at its most aggressive.She had never seen this woman in Buckingham Palace, and the woman called the mysterious person she was talking to as "His Royal Highness", indicating that the other party must also be a royal.

Time was running out, so she didn't think about it anymore. She suppressed her doubts in her heart, and the most urgent task was to hurry up and take away the pastry specially made by the pastry chef.

For Her Royal Highness, the little princess who loves sweets and often takes out desserts, the royal family paid a lot of money to hire the Queen’s dessert chef from France. He still likes it very much. He has a good impression of this Highness. She is not only praising her own desserts How delicious, and she will also put forward some small suggestions based on the taste of the dessert. After her suggestion, the improved dessert tastes even more delicious.

He always thought that His Royal Highness must be a master of dessert tasting with tricky tastes, but he never thought that most of these feasible suggestions actually came from the mouth of Mr. Holmes who was hidden in the core center of the British government.

"Thank you, I have troubled you so late." Isabella took the cake box and said apologetically.

"It's okay, I'm happy to serve you, Your Highness." The dessert chef said this from the bottom of his heart.

Isabella smiled. The pace of leaving the palace was much slower than when she first entered the door. She needed to keep her hands steady so as not to paste the cake in her hand on the box.

Just as she was leaving, Isabella was called into the car by an anxious Anthea.

"Your Highness! The Boss meeting is over in one minute, we have to go back quickly."

"So fast?" She held the cake box like a bouquet of flowers, carefully hugging it in her arms.

The driver drove the always stable little black car at a life-and-death speed. For the first time, Isabella knew that when she was racing, the people sitting in other driving seats were so uncomfortable, just like getting on a roller coaster in an amusement park. Come down and play the carousel three times.

The little black car roared and rushed towards Whitehall. Isabella finally understood why McCoff wanted this taciturn agent to be his driver. Drive to the sky.

"Excuse me—may I ask if you were a pilot before?" Isabella was shaken to this side, and she still had the time to tightly protect the cake box in her arms.

"No, Your Highness, I used to fly a fighter jet." The driver replied happily.

"For God'ssake!" Isabella felt that her soul was about to be shaken out.

No matter how fast the little black car was, it was impossible to get from Buckingham Palace to Whitehall within one minute. When the car came to a stop, Isabella held the door handle and took a few breaths. Three or four seconds later Only then did he suppress the nausea caused by the dizziness.She turned her head and saw the familiar figure standing alone by the roadside.

She didn't even dare to look at the man's dark face, she staggered towards him with the cake in her hand, lowered her head and apologized deeply: "I'm sorry, Myc, for making you worry and delaying your work ..."

Mycroft didn't know how long he stood alone. When he walked out of the Whitehall after the meeting, he didn't see any familiar vehicles. The crimes committed by Moriarty's henchmen these days made him speechless. Only Alone, he was indestructible, strong enough to take on Moriarty and his minions like an unreachable iceberg in a icy place.

But he couldn't guarantee whether Isabella would be harmed by Moriarty. As long as the probability was not zero, there was always a risk that would happen, but he couldn't bear the consequences once the risk happened.

"Uh, I went to pick up the cake specially, you know, it's made by the royal pastry chef, your favorite chestnut velvet cocoa cake..."

Mycroft lowered his eyes, and he could just see her trembling eyelashes from his angle. After calling Anthea to confirm their location, how could he be as smart as he didn't know what Isabella meant.

"...So, are you still angry?" She finally plucked up the courage to raise her head, and looked at the man anxiously. The man had his back to the streetlight, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

However, as soon as the weight in her hands lightened, Mycroft held the handle of the little black umbrella with one hand, and the cake box with the other hand, and said softly, "Follow me."

It seemed that the iceberg-like shell of the man in front of her was showing signs of loosening. Isabella raised her eyebrows behind him, and a sly smile crept into the corner of her eyes. She followed his pace with strides.

She still remembered that when the relationship between the two of them hadn't progressed further, she got into trouble. Although McCoff found it troublesome, he had never been so cold-faced and angry like today.

Maybe it's really because you care that you care about chaos.

……

Pall Mall.

While Isabella was busy cutting the chestnut cake, Mycroft had already changed into comfortable pajamas, and he handed over the folder in his hand.

"What?" Isabella put down the knife, wiped her hands and picked it up. She glanced at the document briefly, "Is it brother's wedding process?"

"There will be many celebrities and dignitaries visiting the site in person, and security issues are the top priority. You can familiarize yourself with the process first."

"Well, after so many years of watching the weddings of other royal families, I think I've almost memorized this process. The veil is from Ticos, the bouquet is still lily of the valley, oh and this, decorative flowers, except for the one that represents holiness Is there no other match for a few types?" She couldn't help complaining.

"What do you think?" Mycroft asked abruptly.

"It's a boring process... simply suggest that a bill be introduced to abolish the marriage system."

"I agree," he sat down, "but the other goldfish don't think so."

Isabella cut the cake into two evenly sized pieces, and put the rest back into the refrigerator.She pushed the plate towards Mycroft.

"Isabella," Mycroft's tone seemed to be helpless, he didn't even give his favorite cake a look, "don't try to get away with it."

"I thought you weren't angry anymore." She quickly put down her fork and sat upright.

"I'm not angry."

"Isn't there?" Isabella looked at the other party's face that was so calm that no emotion could be seen, and muttered softly, "It's obviously very angry."

"The Black Lotus Society, an international smuggling gang. They are also well-known in China's underground criminal world. In order to get through to London to track down the lost goods, they asked Moriarty for help." The man said slowly.

"Moriarty?" she asked in surprise.

"So do you know how dangerous it is tonight?" Mycroft looked serious as if he was talking to his subordinates.

"So, Moriarty is..."

"A cunning criminal," he said coldly, "stay away from him."

"..."

Isabella thought of the weird voice under the bloody white mask at the party and Moriarty's crazy movements, which were completely different from his politeness when he taught mathematics as Professor McVitie at Cambridge University. Two people.She was silent, not knowing whether to continue asking.

As if to ease the atmosphere, Mycroft mentioned what happened in the tram tunnel before, "Psychotherapy is necessary, isn't it? Do you still feel depressed and flustered in the dark tunnel?"

"No, not at all..." She just remembered that at that time, she was only focused on rescuing Watson and Sarah, and the nightmare that followed her in the underground garage never came to her again.

"It's worth celebrating." At this point, Mycroft showed a real smile tonight, and he dug a small spoonful of soft and delicate chestnut cake into his mouth.

"Ah, indeed," Isabella echoed, "PTSD... I hope John's little girlfriend won't have PTSD because of what happened tonight..."

"That's hard to guarantee. Running around with Sherlock, it may be difficult for our military doctor to find a stable and considerate partner." Mycroft is always so sharp.

"...I used to investigate cases with Sherlock, and now we are together, aren't we? I hope John can find his own happiness." Isabella retorted.

Mydear smiled reservedly, "Mydear, it's not the same thing that you hope to find him, it's just a wish. John Watson and Sherlock can see the battlefield together, the smoke of gunpowder, the cruel trauma... It can stimulate him to be excited. But other people may not be able to accept these, they are people from two worlds, Isabella."

"Then what do you think of us? Princesses and politicians look like people from two worlds."

Mycroft stared at her for a long time with deep eyes like water, and he said slowly: "No, you are not a princess in the traditional sense, and I am not a politician controlled by others."

He stood up suddenly, walked slowly behind Isabella, and whispered in her ear, "We are special."

The hot air sprayed numbly behind her ears, and Isabella shook her hand holding the fork. She stood up not to be outdone, and the two of them were so close that Isabella could even smell the faint bath on his body. The smell of dew.

There was a wrinkle between the man's habitually frowned brows, which made the gray-blue eyes sharp and indifferent as if filled with storms. Isabella didn't like this kind of Mycroft who was always calm and self-possessed, as if nothing could disturb him Peace of mind and sanity.

Under the gaze of Mycroft's unwavering eyes, she took the initiative to lean forward and kiss his lips.

"Snapped--"

The knife and fork on the table was blown to the ground by Mycroft, and he put one hand on Isabella's waist and pressed it against the table.

Isabella was forced to back all the way until she hit the table behind.

"Wait..." She obviously still had lingering fears from the pain from last time. Isabella propped her elbows on the table, but couldn't escape from McCoff's grip.

"Sorry, I'll be more careful this time."

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