[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"It's really hard to ask you out alone, my dear princess, the eyes around you are as many as the layer of nuts on the hazelnut ice cream..." The charming woman with red lips raised her eyebrows and said suggestively, " How sweet."

In a secluded coffee shop in London, Isabella was calmly looking at the woman opposite. Three or ten minutes ago, Matilda sent her a text message, to the effect that she wanted to talk about something with herself.

Reminiscent of Matilda's meek appearance on the day of the wedding, Isabella still became suspicious, but Matilda seemed to guess what she was worrying about, and sent another text message, which only wrote A name—Sedrio, the name that appeared on the recording.

After much deliberation, she decided to go to the appointment, but after waiting for 3 minutes, it was not Matilda who was sitting directly opposite her, but the coquettish and charming woman she had seen in the night at Buckingham Palace.

"Who are you?" Isabella asked with a frown.

From the moment she entered the door to the time she sat down, the woman attracted the attention of everyone present like a female star. She had fashionable black curly hair permed, her temples were neatly combed, and her exquisite eye makeup was raised sharply. Bella's impressive lip makeup is exactly the same, and the woman wears a ostentatious bright red lipstick.

Of course, what attracted the most attention was not her alluring face, but her proud figure.

"Your private mailbox, text messages, including the rose party..." The woman was not in a hurry to introduce herself, she easily revealed Isabella's privacy, "I tried all the methods, but there was no news. There is no way, I can only contact you through Matilda, I hope you don't blame me."

"Really?" Isabella said nonchalantly, "Can I ask you to put on your coat first? I don't think the temperature in the room is enough for you to wear only a sports vest."

The woman raised one corner of her lips in surprise and smiled ambiguously. She tugged on her black crop top, her long legs lazily overlapping each other.

"This is my battle suit," she took a sip of her cold coffee. "You know what? Clothes represent my importance."

"That's really thank you for your attention." Isabella said plainly.

"Irene Adler," the woman's peach-red slender manicure caressed the porcelain-white cup body nonchalantly, "but I prefer they call me...the sadistic queen. I heard that His Highness is a smart person , I've always liked this kind of person, so I don't know what you can see from me?"

"Recently divorced," Isabella spit out a string of words calmly, "has a history of smoking for a while, but not long, and you make a living by some special means... combined with your own name and Matilda For the small marks on the body, I don’t think I need to speak out.”

"Oh, what a clever girl," Irene pretended to be surprised, she slowly told Isabella's secret, carefully observing the other's expression, as if this made her feel very good, "Not only Iceman, but even I started to like You, dear."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in you."

"Oh? Aren't you surprised how I found out about you and Mr. Holmes?" Irene asked with her head tilted.

"Moriarty." Isabella didn't even bother to reason, and used Cedrio to lure her out to meet, saying that she had nothing to do with Moriarty, and no one would believe it.

"Before we met today, I watched that video you filmed for the BBC no less than a hundred times," Erin said. "Sometimes people give you a very appropriate title, such as the sadistic queen, such as the rose of England. , isn't it?"

"What do you want to say?"

"Everyone has secrets, and knowing their deepest secrets puts him at the mercy of others...Unfortunately, I have these secrets in my hands."

"So? You want to coerce me?" Isabella felt that this woman who was suspected of being a "sex worker" was a bit ridiculous, and she calmly leaned back in her chair, facing her with a casual and perfunctory attitude.

"Everyone has selfishness and is not perfect, my dear," Irene pressed every step of the way, "even your favorite Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, do you have something to do with him too?" Isabella joked lightly. "Is it the distorted face during the root canal treatment or eating a small cake in the office when no one is around?"

"..." Irene froze.

Isabella put away her smile, raised her eyelids lightly and glanced at her, "I'm not interested in these things, and I don't want to hear anyone's secrets. It's best not to get the idea on me."

"Then what if I have something against you?" Irene took a sip of her coffee, leaving a bright red lip print on the cup, and she slowly turned the side with the lip print in Isabella's direction.

"Do you want to report me and Mycroft to the royal family? Or the club rose party I founded privately?" Isabella snatched Irene's lines in advance, she looked calm, "First, I don't care, second Hey, if you threatened me when I was 16 years old, you might succeed, why am I afraid of you now? What makes you think I will be afraid of the royal family?"

"Even if I have something against Mr. Holmes in my hand? That's not a joke. My news is enough to ruin his reputation." After Irene finished speaking, she smiled jokingly.

"Damned?" Isabella couldn't help laughing out loud, "Sorry, why didn't you just threaten McCoff?"

Erin's face changed slightly.

Isabella's analysis was straightforward and clear, "You have already contacted Matilda, which means that you are not planning the royal family, and the most fundamental difference between Matilda and me is that I have McCoff by my side, so , you—or your target is Mycroft Holmes."

"Really?" Irene took another sip of coffee, this time not because she was sure of winning, but because she was hiding her emotions.

"Since you have the means to ruin him, why did you turn around and threaten me?" Isabella stopped the last sentence, and her reasoning officially ended, "What you want is in McCoff's hands, directly threaten He is more convenient and quick, just ask politely, I need to call him on the spot, can you talk to him, Ms. Adler?"

"...No need for now, Your Highness, maybe the professor is right," Irene squeezed the phone tightly, "I underestimated you."

"Love is not blind, in view of the agent you described as nutty ice cream looking at you... I think you can take a step first, by the way, I hope you can think about whether to delete and Matilda Although I have no right to interfere with other people's hobbies, it's still not good to affect the image of the royal family, isn't it?"

Irene's move is very beautiful, using McCoff's handle to suppress her, Isabella thought, if she really cared about it, then Irene's next move would definitely be to ask herself to steal some state secrets in exchange.

Caring is not an advantage.

But love did not affect his judgment.

Isabella looked at the empty seat opposite, threw down a sip of untouched coffee in the cup, went out and beckoned for a taxi to 221B.

……

"Hello?"

"Oh, Isabella... why are you here?" Watson was sitting at the computer desk updating his blog. Isabella had read a few chapters, and the cases he wrote were very interesting.

"I heard that you just solved the serial bombing case a few days ago," Isabella raised her eyebrows, "so, come and have a look."

"What's so interesting? It still has two legs and two hands... It was not killed by the bombing, and it's still alive and well." Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa with his back to the door, said irritably.

"Sherlock!" Watson stopped, "well, I mean, almost died."

"Almost?" It was Isabella's turn to be surprised.

"Yes, we met Moriarty."

"That's really unfortunate," said Isabella sympathetically.

"He kidnapped me and planted a bomb on my body to threaten Sherlock," Watson said with lingering fear, "God, isn't he really a capricious lunatic? So many snipers were arranged, almost me and Sherlock is going to see God!"

"That kind of person is commonly known as anti-social personality, high IQ, no sense of morality, no shame, self-centered," Isabella explained, "Moriarty looked like an old man when he taught me math. Normal people."

"Wait! Teach you math?!" Watson grasped the point.

"Yes, he used to teach at Cambridge University under the pseudonym Professor McVitie."

"It's terrible, why? Why do you always provoke such..." Watson tried his best to search for the word when in his thesaurus, "Pervert?"

"Perhaps Sherlock is too attractive."

"BORING!" Sherlock said loudly.

"Yesterday you said that the Geek Manga Tong case was interesting!" Watson complained.

"That was yesterday." Sherlock turned over like a steak.

"What did Moriarty say?" Isabella gave up communicating with Sherlock, and she turned to Watson.

"The time of death has not yet come," Watson shrugged. "Oh, and also, he changed his mind after answering the phone. He heard the voice on the other side seemed to be a woman."

"The Woman?"

Isabella thought about it.

The author has something to say:

McCoff: ?are you polite

By the way, the derailment in the British Health Secretary's office really shocked my mother... Sure enough, art comes from life.