[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

There were many people around the living room where they had just talked, and Isabella motioned for Mycroft to talk to her in the garden.

Isabella was wearing a thick long dark pattern windbreaker, the waist belt was loosely tied with a bow, and she could still see the white dress she was wearing underneath.Stepping out of the warm room, the bitter wind blew past her ears, and even her nose was filled with a cold feeling.

Autumn in London takes away the withered and yellow leaves, and the bleak autumn wind brings the message of winter from afar.

Isabella touched the tip of her slightly cold nose, thinking to herself, I really don't know how Sherlock endured the cold wind in London with only his sheets on.

They kept silent all the way, until they passed the long glass corridor and stood at the fountain.

The garden has been tended on a regular basis, and now it is autumn and winter. The exotic flowers and plants that bloomed in the garden in summer naturally passed the flowering period early, leaving only scattered branches shivering in the cold wind.

The stone carvings on the fountain imply some meaning of the Italian Renaissance. The holy child opens his arms innocently, with a pair of immature and lovely wings growing behind him.The sound of the fountain was just enough to drown out the rest of their conversation.

"Sometimes Sherlock is really stubborn." Isabella looked at the other party's serious expression, thinking of Sherlock's appearance wrapped in sheets before, she couldn't help laughing.

"...I'll be thankful if he can listen to me just once." The expression on Mycroft's face was wonderful.

"I think it will be very difficult for you to realize this dream," Isabella raised her eyebrows, "Are you busy soon?"

"Some irrelevant visitor activities... What's wrong?" Mycroft's relaxed expression became serious, and he realized that Isabella might have important matters to discuss with him.

Her hand slipped into her pocket without a sound, and Mycroft's gaze stayed there.

Isabel stretched out her hand, opened her palm, and a recording pen lay quietly on it.

Mycroft didn't rush to get it, but looked at her deeply, "What is it?"

"You'll know after listening," Isabella added hesitantly, "...it was given to me by Moriarty. I'm sorry Myc, but I didn't listen to you. I went to the rose party secretly by myself."

Mycroft's expression was calm, showing no emotion. He picked up the recording pen and pressed the play button.

He didn't say anything, the sound of the fountain in the background was rushing, and the slight frown of Mycroft's eyebrows made Isabella even more flustered. She didn't know if McCoff was angry again, but since he came here before Having made up her mind to speak out no matter what happens, she won't back down.

The recording was very short. Mycroft played it once and then pressed pause. He pursed his lips as if thinking.

"...Uh, I was just too curious about the car accident back then, and at that time someone offered to trade me a recorder related to that case. I didn't expect the trader to be Moriarty." Isabella quickly explained.

Mycroft was silent for a while, then asked lightly: "What did he trade with you?"

"Nothing... He seems to have sent it to me on purpose. I think there must be some conspiracy hidden behind it. He has calculated that I am vigilant about the accuracy of the information brought by this pen, so he will definitely go to someone. Discuss, and you have always forbidden me to touch these... Then the only person I can choose is Sherlock."

"But you didn't go to Sherlock." He said very firmly.

"Yes, I think this is Moriarty's purpose. He has a strong interest in Sherlock." Isabella shook her head. "There is too little information in the recording. I don't know what he wants to do." What……"

"I'm very glad that you are willing to open your heart to me." Under Isabella's surprised gaze, Mycroft's lips curled up slightly, and he bent down to dip the recording pen into the cold fountain water.

Seeing his movements, Isabella opened her mouth as if to stop him, then lowered her eyes and finally gave up her thoughts.

"His purpose is to lure Sherlock to investigate the person in the recording." Mycroft took out a pocket towel and wiped the water-drenched recording pen, which was completely non-working, before putting it into the inner pocket of the suit.

"Cedrio? From MI5?" Isabella asked suspiciously.

"No, at this point I can tell you that there is absolutely no such agent in MI5."

"No? Then Moriarty fabricated such a person out of thin air..." Isabella was even more puzzled, "Why?"

"You guessed it right, he just wanted you to tell Sherlock, and then let Sherlock investigate this person," Mycroft said in a gentle tone, "You are very smart, Isabella."

"Cedrio... I thought, I can't go on asking, can I?"

"Yes, the rest are state secrets." Mycroft nodded.

"But Myc," Isabella stepped forward, and the polite distance between the two was broken, "I just want to know about that old story..."

"For some things, it may be easier not to know the truth than to know everything. Moreover, the matter of Princess Diana is inconclusive." Mycroft's voice was heavy.

"...It's still Rashomon, right?" Isabella couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes.

The man's Adam's apple moved. In the crowded Buckingham Palace, he couldn't cross the line to give her a comforting hug. He could only convey his comfort silently with his eyes.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Isabella suddenly pulled out of her sadness, she turned around and looked at Ariel, the maid who was running out of breath, and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Ah, Your Highness, so you are here, er, and Mr. Holmes," Ariel quickly greeted Mycroft when she saw him, and the latter nodded lightly, "Go to the foyer to see Scott... ..."

Hearing that it was related to her pet dog, Isabella's heart tightened, and she asked anxiously, "What's wrong with it?"

"It's entwined with little Mr. Holmes... biting his trouser leg and refusing to let go." Ariel was sweating profusely.

Isabella, who was full of worries, was stunned for a second. She thought she had heard wrong, and asked, "Who bit who?"

"Obviously, your pet dog—" Mycroft took over the conversation and explained for Ariel. It was obvious that his face under the iceberg couldn't hide the joy, "bited my brother."

"Uh, you're right." The shocked Isabella was very confused, and even forgot to say the polite honorifics, "Sherlock couldn't have bitten Scott."

Mycroft held back a smile and raised his eyebrows. It was like a tongue twister. In his own eyes, who knew Sherlock's full name was William Sherlock Scott Holmes, it was enough for him to have some fun in addition to the irritating government affairs.

"I think we need to go and see the two Mr. Scotts." Mycroft made a pun.

Isabella finally came to her senses, she signaled to Ariel to lead the way, and the three of them walked quickly towards the entrance hall. On the way, Isabella couldn't help whispering, "I hope you're all right."

"With John next to Sherlock," Mycroft's tone of schadenfreude revealed despite his polite demeanor, "you might as well worry about the dog..."

On the other side, the irritable Sherlock faced the even more irritable corgi, he lifted his trousers vigorously, while the domineering corgi was biting Sherlock's trousers to prevent him from leaving .

Watson went from being stunned at the beginning to eating melons and watching the show to trying to help Sherlock get rid of it. The military doctor spent a lot of effort. He tried to make a "suck" sound to attract its attention.

"Damn, John, do you expect a dog to understand human speech? Come and help me pull it away!" Sherlock said frantically, shaking his pants.

"The dog appeared in Buckingham Palace, Sherlock, it's in Buckingham Palace, and it's another corgi, it might be the queen's pet dog! We can't be so unreasonable," John bent down, shaking the key ring in his hand in front of its eyes Back and forth, "Come on, uh, let go of your trouser legs, there are delicious food here."

"Obviously it's not the queen's dog!" Sherlock reasoned faster than ever before, "There are some white flakes on its butt, obviously it can't be flour or prickly heat powder, if I'm not wrong , This should be some kind of cosmetics, the dosage is not large, it should be accidentally rubbed on when putting on makeup, so - it! The owner of this guy who is biting me is a young woman! HolyShit!"

Isabella saw such a funny scene from a distance, and she almost burst into tears from laughing, "You're right, that's my dog."

"Oh! Isabella?" Watson straightened up. He seemed to have remembered something. He became stiff for a while, and tentatively added, "Uh, Your Highness?"

"You can just call me Isabella," she looked at Sherlock who was staring at her resentfully, and quickly put away her smile and pretended to be serious and scolded the corgi, "Scott! Let go!"

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The corgi reluctantly let go of the hem of the suit trousers that had been bitten into ruffles by it. Sherlock had been bitten by one trouser leg terribly, and Sherlock was more shocked at this moment. He asked loudly in disbelief : "What do you call it?!"

"Scott, isn't this name nice?" Isabella felt he was puzzled.

"You name a dog Scott?! You name it Scott? Why?!"

"Love freedom, quick response, smart, what's wrong?" Isabella recited the meaning of Scott's English name fluently.

Sherlock took a deep breath, as if trying to restrain his emotions, he transferred his anger to Mycroft who was standing behind Isabella with a full-on smile on his face.

"Don't gloat, fat man, you must already know what it's called." Sherlock said angrily.

"Oh my dear brother," Mycroft was in a good mood. In fact, watching his little brother suffer was one of the happiest things for him. Mycroft even used the aria, "You shouldn't be so stingy, all There are countless people named Scott in England."

"..."

"Who's Scott?" Watson looked at Sherlock suspiciously.

"Sherlock? Your middle name is...Scott?" Isabella finally understood the conversation between the two of them. She laughed loudly, but felt that it would hurt her image, so she covered it with her hands. The mouth and shoulders twitched, "God, I swear I didn't know it when I took that name!"

"SHUTUP!!!" Shouted Sherlock.

"Polite! Sherlock!" Mycroft did not forget to remind Sherlock to pay attention to his tone, but he looked at the corgi squatting on the ground and sticking out his tongue, pretending to be a little angel in front of his master, and said teasingly, " You should thank me now for the clothes I prepared for you, otherwise it would be biting your sheets and running around Buckingham Palace by now."

"..."

Sherlock glared at Mycroft, raised his trousers and angrily pushed open the door, striding out.Watson, who was always left behind, looked at Isabella at the door and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahahaha... I never thought Sherlock would have the same name as a dog..." Watson wiped away the tears from his laughter, "Uh, I have to follow him to comfort Sherlock's wounded heart, to be honest , it is estimated that he no longer wants to step into Buckingham Palace."

"I'm deeply sorry," Isabella said casually, "but I'm going to teach Scott a lesson...Scott, I mean the corgi, he's so rude."

The response to Isabella was the intimate rubbing of the corgi dog, sticking out its tongue and giving an innocent "bark".

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Mycroft: Hope the dog is okay.

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