[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The soft white silk dress cleverly concealed Isabella's slightly raised breasts, and her long golden curly hair was coiled into a dignified and elegant bun by the ingenious maid.On the long wooden table, the distance between the gold silk white porcelain dinner plate and the intricately patterned sterling silver knife and fork is accurate to the millimeter.

At the end of the long table sat Her Majesty the Queen, and the others sat in strict order and seniority.Isabella straightened her back. The backrests of chairs in noble houses are completely decorative. If one accidentally leaned on them, it would be considered very rude.

The gold-plated candlestick base in the center of the long table is carved with a lifelike golden dragon. Judging from its ancient workmanship, this should be an antique from a remote and mysterious ancient oriental country.The servants in charge of serving the dishes were brisk with their hands and feet, and the cutlery was placed on the table without making a sound.

According to the royal tradition, no one else is allowed to touch the knife and fork until the queen has taken the knife and fork. Isabella has a reserved smile on her face, and her eyes are fixed on the fried fish on her plate.

Oh... British food again.Isabella's noodles are as good as dishes, I hope the war between Britain and France was not because of a recipe!Her Majesty eats slowly, following strict aristocratic etiquette, chewing slowly until the plate is clear.

Her Majesty took good care of the speed of everyone's meal, because when the Queen stopped eating, the others also put down their knives and forks as a sign of respect.When everyone had almost cleaned up the food on the plate, Her Majesty slowly picked up the handkerchief and tapped her lips lightly.

Isabella felt that her stomach hurt from the meal, and the fishy smell made her barely take a few mouthfuls. Everyone else had after-dinner drinks-gin, which was the queen's favorite, but Isabella There are still two years before she comes of age, and she was specifically told not to drink alcohol.

Finally ending the silent and long meal time, Isabella rinsed her mouth.After the elders left first, she boredly looked at the huge oil painting of Queen Elizabeth's portrait on the wall, and began to count how many gemstones were in the crown on Her Majesty's head.Prince Harry left one step ahead of her. Seeing that it was almost time, Isabella got up low-key. She had just walked up the corner of the stairs when she met His Royal Highness, who seemed to be waiting for her specially.

"Isabella, you are preparing to return to London tomorrow. Her Majesty has hired a professor from Cambridge University for you, majoring in mathematics. I have carefully considered Mr. White's suggestion... Maybe you can take the university entrance test in advance next year."

"Mathematics? Are you planning to let me take the mathematics major?" Isabella asked calmly.

"You are very talented."

"But I want to choose a major that I like." Isabella looked at the serious Crown Prince. She always knew that her father might not like her very much, just like he didn't like her second brother either.The reason why my father didn't like the second brother was because he disturbed his father's favorite polo game when he was born.As for the reason why he doesn't like her... His face similar to that of the late princess is enough to explain everything.

"..." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince nodded reluctantly, "Okay, what do you want to learn?"

"Uh, business, like economics or something."

"I will tell Her Majesty. But you still have to prepare to return to London tomorrow."

"Okay, I see. Thank you." Isabella could hardly hide the pleasant smile on the corner of her lips, that's great!Back to London tomorrow!She now feels that even Buckingham Palace is better than the remote Windsor Castle.

"By the way, don't forget to invite Mr. Holmes to Buckingham Palace as a guest. He has helped you a lot this time. You should thank him in person. This is etiquette."

oh!Damn etiquette!Although Isabella complained wildly in her heart, the expression on her face remained calm. She nodded and said, "Okay."

Watching His Highness the Crown Prince turn and leave, Isabella did not return to the bedroom immediately. She walked quickly to the library located in the corner of the third floor, where she stayed until ten o'clock in the evening, and then reluctantly went back to the bedroom to rest at the maid's reminder. We have to go back to London tomorrow morning!

The weather in the UK is getting wet and cold to remind people that Christmas is coming. Isabella got the news at breakfast, when she just stuffed the fried egg cake with two golden sides into her mouth, and a cold wind caressed her Goosebumps involuntarily covered her exposed arms, and Isabella held back her itchy nose to prevent her from sneezing indecently in front of the maid.

Before leaving, Isabella specially changed into a camel-colored short double-faced woolen coat, and the car drove slowly out of Windsor Town.The changeable weather in the UK makes people never sure whether they will be drenched in the rain when they go out. Later, the British who are tired of having to bring umbrellas figured it out, let it go!Young people are more casual, and they don't care if it will rain or not. Anyway, in London, a cloud may rain for 10 minutes, and then the wind blows and it will be sunny again.They sometimes like the sudden light rain, so that they can turn up the collar of their coats and imagine themselves as a cold and ruthless killer, or a noble swordsman from the eighteenth century, coming and going without a trace in the rain inside.

Arriving at Buckingham Palace, it was raining lightly, the driver opened the door for Isabella first, and propped up a black umbrella in a gentlemanly manner.Isabella lowered her head carefully to avoid the puddles on the ground, her tendon-soled leather shoes stepped on the ground, splashing bits and pieces of mud.She lifted the red dress that was too long, and the driver behind her held an umbrella for her until Her Royal Highness was sent into the palace.

Isabella nodded slightly, and the driver disappeared into the rain without a sound.The maids who followed brought brand new sheepskin slippers, and Isabella changed her shoes. The maids thoughtfully took off Isabella's rain-soaked coat and served a cup of steaming ginger tea.

"I hate rainy days..." Isabella took a sip of the hot tea, and her internal organs came alive again. No one was around, she blew on the hot air, and drank a whole cup of ginger tea in small sips.

Putting on the light white gauze dress again, Isabella took a newspaper casually, and the huge font on the headline made her have to attract attention.

"The Thames tragedy: the headless man's body is found and identified"

A headless male corpse was discovered this morning. It must have washed up on the river bank after soaking in the river for a long time. He did not have any documents or wallet on him. Judging from the pictures of the scene taken by the police, Isabella saw that this A person should be 1.8 meters tall, weigh [-] kilograms, and have well-developed muscles. The picture is really too blurry. In order to take care of the emotions of the people, the picture is thoughtfully mosaiced.

Isabella suddenly became a little interested in this case. She opened Twitter, and unexpectedly found that there were very few people discussing this case on Twitter. Most of the topics were about cooperating with the police to find people.

strangeness.Isabella's sixth sense told her that this was by no means a simple case. The murderer brutally murdered the victim and did not choose to bury the body, but threw him directly into the Thames River, where the flow of people was the largest, just like... ...is deliberately declaring war on someone.

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