[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Pall Mall.

Unsurprisingly, Isabella still stayed at home alone, and she simply felt that the days when she could do whatever she wanted were very comfortable.

After returning from 221B, Isabella unceremoniously occupied the main seat of the sofa with a large bucket of puffed food. She turned on the TV and watched the rerun of "The Lord of the Rings" to pass the time.

According to McCoff's information network, he should have received the news that Irene contacted him by now. She rubbed the recording pen with her right hand, still hesitating whether to tell McCoff about it.

When it was almost midnight, there was a familiar door opening downstairs.

"..." Isabella got up and turned off the TV, and stood at the entrance silently watching the man who was slowly walking up the stairs.

Mycroft looked at the black figure standing in the backlight of the porch, his voice could not hear anything unusual, but seemed to express his concern: "What's wrong?"

"I saw Irene Adler today, or... Thewoman." She said lightly.

"Well," Mycroft looked calm, as if everything he expected, "Let's go back to the living room first, isn't it cold to stand here?"

"She said she has something against you." With that said, Isabella sat back on the sofa in the living room.

McCoffston's hand on the tie stopped, and he said firmly, "She threatened you."

"Yes, with those despicable means."

"Do you believe it?"

"No. I asked her to call you directly. Threats are more useful than threatening me." Isabella picked out a fruit basket for a long time, picked a round and beautiful orange and kneaded it in her hand, "She gave up .”

"She is a little clever woman, but she is still stupid," Mycroft concluded coldly after changing clothes and sitting on the sofa, "This afternoon, Irene Adler called the royal family and told them that she I have some unseen photos in my hand, but I didn’t mention the price at all.”

"About Matilda? I warned Irene." Isabella was not surprised at all. Since she has the courage to play games with the famous sadistic queen in the industry, she should have the courage to bear the consequences. "I think this will Uncle Edward must have a headache."

"Not only him, it should be said that the entire royal family was outraged by this."

"I guess my grandmother must have left it to you. She always trusted you."

In this regard, Mycroft only smiled slightly and didn't say much.

"A woman who extorts money by secrets, once her secrets are revealed, that is the day of her death," Isabella peeled off the orange, just like peeling off Irene Adler's layers of camouflage, tender The orange flesh hugged each other obediently, and the juice splashed on her hands, "She once threatened me by disclosing our relationship."

"But you are not afraid." Mycroft's deep eyes seemed to see the bottom of her heart.

"Of course I didn't, but I think we should be prepared in case she really said it." Isabella broke the orange from the middle and handed the other half to McCoff.

He took the orange and put it in his hand without moving, "I've always had this plan, Isabella."

"what?"

"Open," Mycroft played with the orange in his hand, "Why can't we be upright?"

"Do you think so? Even if the queen asks you to make a promise that you are not willing to make?" Now it was Isabella's turn to be surprised, she never thought that Mycroft would say that.

"Compared to those promises, it's more troublesome to think of various reasons to evade the ball arranged by Her Majesty the Queen overtly and secretly. I guess you have no idea how many times I blocked it for you." Mycroft said half-jokingly.

"..." Isabella quickly stuffed a few slices of orange into her mouth to suppress her shock.

"About Thewoman... I'll leave this matter to Sherlock. He just has nothing to do. Come to Buckingham Palace tomorrow morning, since Irene Adler has already involved you."

"Wait... are you sure?! Sherlock and Irene?" Isabella couldn't even imagine the scene where these two people appeared in a dialog box at the same time, "Virgin and the sadistic queen?!"

Mycroft raised an eyebrow.

"Actually, you want to punish him, right?"

Isabella stuffed the rest of the orange into her mouth in one breath, and Mycroft thoughtfully handed back the half of the orange in his hand.

"Uh, you don't want to eat?" Isabella stared at his perfect iceberg expression for a long time, then asked suspiciously, "Toothache?"

"Given what you said I might be stealing cupcakes at the office...I feel the need to control sugar."

"..." Isabella was speechless, "Did you hear everything?"

"The coffee shop's monitoring is very clear," Mycroft got up and signaled her, "It's getting late, remember to go to Buckingham Palace tomorrow."

Isabella reluctantly followed him, "I'm not a kid you need to put to sleep."

"I know."

……

Watson was sent to the suburbs by Sherlock early in the morning to help him broadcast the case live, just because Sherlock felt that the case was not worth his own work, and he ran around in the grass like a fool holding a heavy laptop .

Then a roaring helicopter pulled him from the suburbs to Buckingham Palace without saying anything. When he was confused and didn't know what happened, the attendants who had been waiting at the door for a long time took him into a magnificent and luxurious reception room. .

The first thing that caught my eye was a set of neatly folded suits, and the person who prepared the clothes thoughtfully provided expensive hand-stitched leather shoes.

Watson looked at Sherlock on the sofa expressionlessly. He was wrapped in sheets, exactly the same as what he saw in the video.

After all, this is Buckingham Palace. Is it plausible that Sherlock is only wearing a bed sheet?

"Are you wearing pants?" Watson looked at Sherlock, who looked calm, his eyes looking straight ahead without blinking, like an ancient Greek plaster statue.

"No."

"OK."

Watson and Sherlock looked at each other and smiled, probably because they felt that such a dress looked extraordinarily different in the solemn Buckingham Palace.

"Oh Jesus!" Isabella walked in from the door. Although Mycroft had gently reminded her that Sherlock's dress might not be so formal, what she saw with her own eyes still frightened her, and she couldn't help helping him. Holding his forehead, "Should I say that it's really you? Sherlock."

"Isabella? You're here too?" Watson's restrained expression was relaxed a bit after meeting acquaintances at Buckingham Palace.

"Oh, yes," Isabella sat down across from them unceremoniously, "Sherlock, your brother asked me to persuade you to put on your clothes."

"NOPE." He refused simply.

"..." Watson looked around, seeming to be incredulous, "We're in Buckingham Palace, I'm trying to resist the urge to steal an ashtray."

"Ashtray?" Isabella looked at the luxurious ashtray made of crystal on the table, and said indifferently, "Oh, take it if you like."

Watson raised his head in surprise, and after knowing that the other party was not joking, he looked at Sherlock suspiciously.

"Take it, John, as a present," Sherlock said.

"Wait... Is it true that the owner here won't be prosecuted for theft? Also, what are we doing here?" Watson felt that Sherlock and Isabella must be crazy.

"I don't know," Sherlock said.

"Are you here to see the queen?"

As soon as the words were finished, the dull sound of leather shoes hitting the carpet came from outside the door. Sherlock knew without guessing that it was his brother who came, so he made a joke of McCoff.

"Obviously, you're right." Sherlock and Watson laughed together.

"Please don't be so childish once, please?" Mycroft looked at Sherlock who was wrapped in a sheet like a silkworm baby, and his molars hurt from hatred.

"We solved the case, I blogged about it..." Sherlock whispered, ignoring Mycroft completely.

Watson complained to Mycroft: "He forgot to put on his trousers."

"I've already persuaded Sherlock to get dressed, but he obviously doesn't intend to listen." Isabella shrugged, expressing her powerlessness.

"Mycroft, I still have a case in hand." Sherlock said dissatisfied.

"What case? The donkey friend and the engine backfiring incident?" Mycroft put his hands in his pockets, just revealing the pocket watch chain pinned to his waist. "I glanced at the police report, isn't it a bit ordinary?"

"Obvious."

"Then don't worry about it," Mycroft held up the suit, looked at Sherlock's resisting eyes, and persuaded him with temper, "This is Buckingham Palace, the center of the whole of England, Sherlock Holmes, wear Put on your pants!"

"why?"

"For the customer."

"What client? Isn't the client here?" Sherlock stood up with difficulty, and looked at Isabella not to be outdone, "She doesn't mind."

"No, I don't mind." Isabella retorted him with a smile.

"The status is prominent and extremely honorable, so I must explain that the name of the client is kept secret," another man in a suit and leather shoes came from outside the door. He first nodded to Isabella and shook hands with McCoff , "Your Highness, Mycroft."

"Wait, what is your Highness? Is there anyone here whose name is Your Highness?" Watson looked at Isabella, then looked back at Sherlock.

"Harry, my brother-in-law is not polite, please allow me to apologize on his behalf." Mycroft turned around, trying to force Sherlock to change his clothes quickly with his eyes.

"Hello." Isabella also smiled and said hello.

"I think he's too busy. This must be John Watson, who served in the Fifth Northumberland Regiment." Harry shook hands with Watson.

"Yes, hello."

"My boss really likes your blog."

"Your boss?" Watson asked back.

"I especially like the one about aluminum crutches." Harry ignored Watson's question.

After the simple greetings, Sherlock said directly to Mycroft, "I don't accept anonymous clients. I'm used to a case with a mystery at one end, and it would be too troublesome with a mystery at both ends. Goodbye."

Sherlock walked towards the door in a manly manner, and finally, the unbearable Mycroft stepped on Sherlock's white bed sheet that mopped the floor.

If it wasn't for Sherlock's sharp eyesight and quick hands to catch a handful of slipped sheets, he would have become the No. 1 streaker in Buckingham Palace.

Isabella couldn't help but coughed a few times in a low voice, indicating that there were still female guests present, such an immoral scene... She watched it so happily that she almost ate some snacks while watching it.

"This case is related to the country, don't make trouble." Mycroft said through gritted teeth.

"Let go of my sheet!" Sherlock lifted the sheet up.

"if not?"

"Otherwise I'll just walk out." Sherlock didn't want to be threatened by his brother.

"Then I'll help you." Mycroft meant to continue to step on his bed sheet.

"...you two brothers, pay attention to the occasion and influence." Isabella, who was looked at by Watson with pleading eyes, finally stood up to end the farce. She actually felt very sorry. The rare tit-for-tat comparison between the Holmes brothers " "Macbeth" is much more interesting, she cleared her throat, and said seriously, "Sherlock, if you want to go out like this, I don't mind broadcasting the BBC for you."

"WHOISMYCLIENT?!" Sherlock paused every word, and it was obvious that he was very angry.

"Look at where you are, and think about it. You are hired by the most powerful person in the country, do you need to point it out? ForGod'ssake!" Mycroft couldn't help but swear at last, he felt that today is Most humiliating moment of his career, "Put your clothes on!"

Sherlock's expression seemed to have been greatly wronged, he suppressed his anger and changed into the suit.

While waiting for Sherlock to change, Mycroft and Harry continued to chat about politics, real and fake.

"Someone said Your Highness just now, I'm sorry, who is Your Highness?" Watson was driven by curiosity to ask the question that was pent up in his heart.

"Oh, it's me." Isabella lifted the tea set brought by the maid, pinched a few pinches of tea leaves and put them in. She casually stopped Harry's intention to help her, "It's okay, Harry."

"The Highness we thought meant the same thing?" Watson swallowed.

"Ah, of course, Mr. Watson, you are still a guest at my house!" Isabella joked, "I will remember to pack the ashtray for you."

"...Ohgod!" Watson opened his mouth wide open as if struck by lightning, "Isabella... Your Royal Highness?"

"It's not so formal, there are no outsiders here, right, Harry?" Isabella looked at Harry with a smile.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Unable to bear Watson's stunned and stupid expression at the moment, Mycroft reminded in a low voice: "Her Highness Isabella is the youngest daughter of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Princess Diana."

"...I, I," Watson recalled that Isabella once gave him a supermarket shopping card on Baker Street, and it took him a long time to regain his sanity, "My God, I am actually the same as the Princess of England. friend?"

"It's not surprising, is it?" Isabella let Mycroft pour tea for them.

Watson suddenly remembered an important matter. Aren't Isabella and Mycroft a couple? ?So, what kind of bloody plot is this?Sherlock said that Mycroft is the British government, and Isabella is a serious British princess. This is something that can only exist in novels, but now it is actually happening?

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes." Isabella said politely, looking at the full cup of tea.

"My pleasure." Mycroft also said politely.

After watching all the actions of the two, Watson said that although he couldn't understand, he was shocked that the two even pretended not to know each other.What new script is this?Cosplay?