[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The draft in the foyer blew up Isabella's skirt. She stood on the porch with a smile and watched them bid farewell to Buckingham Palace.

The chilly cold wind blew the corgi's thick, soft fur upside down like a tease. It took a step back and couldn't help sneezing.

"Is it cold?" Isabella looked down at the corgi hiding behind her, bent down and held it in her arms, "Let's go, I'll pour you some milk."

The four stubby little paws of the corgi dog tightly grasped her arm, and one of them stepped on Isabella's clean white dress arrogantly, sticking out its tongue like a smirk, maybe it was this height The experience of seeing people is very rare, it looks curiously at the people coming and going.

Isabella didn't go far, and a low-key figure stood at an inconspicuous corner, as if she was waiting for her. Isabella stopped and stood still, with a false and perfunctory smile on her face. Called the other party's name: "Matilda."

"Uh, Isabella, I..." Matilda smiled awkwardly, she wanted to say something, she bit her lips, and finally said two words softly, "Sorry."

"For what?" Isabella said calmly, "If you are here to ask for a commission, Mr. Holmes has just left, two Mr. Holmes."

"..." Matilda twisted the hidden button on the sleeve with her fingers, "I'm sorry to cause you trouble..."

Isabella still had a polite smile on her face. Her relationship with this elder sister was not considered close. Apart from seeing her at routine banquets or some occasions that the royal family had to fulfill, there was almost no private contact with her.

"I think Mr. Sherlock Holmes is a very good detective. He has already taken this case. You don't have to worry too much." Isabella ignored her apology. She didn't know what Matilda was thinking, and just Judging from her recent actions, Matilda can be said to be naive to a little stupid.

"She promised me that I wouldn't do anything with those photos, it was just..." Matilda paused, vaguely said, "It's a kind of fun."

It's very naive, a bit like those princesses who grew up in the simple ivory tower in the fairy tale book, Isabella thought in her heart.

"You like her?" Isabella asked, otherwise she really couldn't figure out what Matilda did all this for.

"What?" Startled Matilda, she stammered, "No, no, of course not."

Isabella was not interested in asking any further questions. Matilda's apology from the beginning to the end was only because she caused trouble to the royal family, and she didn't think about the consequences of introducing Irene to herself. It seemed that all of Irene's apologies Requests, no matter whether they are reasonable or not, she will obey obediently.

"Well, maybe Thewoman really has that much charm," Isabella said casually perfunctorily, and the corgi dog in her arms kicked its legs, trying to break free from her embrace, Isabella excused , "Sorry, I'm going ahead, Scott seems to be starving."

"Okay, goodbye." Matilda was still in a low mood, and even after talking with her, her worried look didn't ease in the slightest.

"Wang! Wang!"

The corgi seemed to be aware of its owner's thoughts at the moment, it turned its head and barked a few times into the air, and Isabella patted its head.

Walking into the foyer, where Ariel has been waiting for her for a long time, Isabella is greeted by a row of corgi butts that look like French bread.

At least seven or eight corgis lined up to eat carefully prepared dog food, which was considered a relatively small number.Since the queen's physical condition no longer allowed her to keep dogs, most of these corgis have become the pet dogs of princes and princesses.

The breeder who serves these dogs holds a bag of toys in his hand, and after they finish eating, several young waiters will lead them out for a walk.

"Your Highness," Ariel said.

Isabella let go of her arms, and the corgi couldn't wait to sit next to its rice bowl, twisting its buttocks, waiting for Ariel to pour the milk in her hand into its special dog bowl.

Here, Scott was snorting and eating, and the corgi next to him, who had already finished eating the dog food in his bowl, arched his nose and tried to grab Scott's milk.

"Wow!" Scott waved his short legs, and it patted the neck of the opposite dog with one paw, causing the other dog to retreat again and again.

"..." Isabella was a little speechless, "How is Scott recently? Is he good?"

The breeder was having a hard time. He looked at her cautiously and said, "Uh, it has its own ideas...Your Highness."

"Your Highness," Ariel said helplessly, "Scott has already bitten three Frisbees and five leather balls..."

"...It doesn't matter, how much more is needed, I will make it up."

"And broke Her Majesty's beloved tea set."

"Jesus!" Isabella rubbed her temples with a headache, she looked down at Scott who was secretly rubbing the milk stains on other corgis after drinking milk, "Then I will take him out for a walk today Well, maybe if you consume its energy, it won't make a big mess."

"What you said is very reasonable, Your Highness." The breeder who was often persecuted by Scott showed a sincere and happy smile. He finally didn't have to worry about his leather shoes and trouser legs.

"Let's go, Scott, I'll take you to find your new friend," Isabella smiled viciously, "He's also named Scott, you two must have a special fate."

……

221B

Watson was making tea. When he turned around, there was a short-legged corgi standing in the middle of the living room. His hand trembled in fright, and he almost dropped the cup.

"Good evening, John," Isabella walked in slowly from the stairs, she saw the crystal ashtray on Sherlock's messy coffee table at a glance, and she teased, "Well, it's quite suitable."

"Oh, why are you here?" Watson hastily carved out a seat for her on the sofa, "Sherlock is sleeping, to be honest, he was being played around by that woman."

"Playing around?" Isabella asked curiously.

"She was naked, and the password to the safe was her measurements, and Sherlock guessed it," Watson finally found someone to confide in, and he said in detail, "when Sherlock got the phone she stored the information on, While on the phone, she gave Sherlock a shot of anesthesia, and then... took that prop, uh, you know, and whipped Sherlock in the face a few times."

"Soft leather whip?" Isabella raised her eyebrows, "Oh, it seems that if it wasn't for the inconvenient coffee shop where I agreed to meet, she really wanted to be naked."

"What? You saw her?" Watson asked in surprise.

"Before Mycroft came to you."

"Ah! I forgot to ask, you and Sherlock's brother... did you two quarrel today?" Watson showed a tangled and gossiping expression on his face.

"No... why do you ask that?"

"Uh, you guys are... very cold today."

Isabella smiled, raised her index finger and gently pressed it to her lips, "They don't know about it."

"They? Uh, Harry? The royal family?" Watson responded.

"Yes, please keep it secret."

"Ah, of course."

"Wang! Wang! Wang!"

Both Isabella and Watson were startled by the corgi who suddenly growled vigilantly, and they followed the sound to open Sherlock's door.

An extra woman appeared in the room out of thin air.

"It's really sensitive," Irene gave Isabella a wink, and she took off Sherlock's coat wrapped around her in full view, "Don't be nervous, I'm here to deliver this."

"I'm glad you came with clothes on," said Isabella coldly.

"If you like, I can also take off the inner one." Irene said ambiguously.

"Thank you, I'm not interested in your naked body," Isabella folded her arms and looked at her coldly, "But if you insist on doing this, it's okay, anyway, no one here will lend you any clothes to wear Now, you can walk out of 221B wearing your proudest suit."

"..." Irene choked, and she countered, "I don't care, it's just a naked woman walking out from 221B, and I don't care what the people on the street think."

"I can't control it, who cares? Anyway, I don't live in 221B." Isabella said happily.

"Wait???" Watson was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stopped, "Damn it, I live in 221B, and Sherlock!"

"Don't worry, she's not interested in you." Isabella reassured Watson, although it was useless.

The corgi, who had been staring vigilantly at the opposite woman with its ears up, arched its back and bared its teeth and growled at Irene.

"Oh? But I'm very interested in Mr. Holmes," Irene said vaguely on purpose, and she bent down to look at the guarding corgi provocatively. "It's also very cute, my dear."

"It's over, can I go?" Watson said.

"Of course, I think Mr. Holmes is about to wake up too..." Irene smiled, "Goodbye."

She swaggered between Isabella and Watson, walked out the door, and stepped on the stairs with her high heels until the door downstairs was slammed shut.

The window of Sherlock's room was wide open, and the curtains danced with the wind. Watson belatedly asked, "Why didn't she come here so often and go back?"

Isabella shrugged, saying that she didn't know either.

"Ummmm...ah..." The human-shaped sheet on the bed suddenly moved, and Sherlock tried to open his eyes, "...John...John?!"

"I'm here," Watson asked helplessly, "Are you okay?"

"The sequelae after anesthesia will be fine in a while." Isabella said calmly.

"...Ah," Sherlock dishonestly tossed and turned on the bed, his limbs were completely out of the control of the brain, and he rolled off the bed, "...how did I get back?"

"I don't think you remember. You've been talking nonsense. I thought I should remind you that Lestrade took a picture of you on his phone."

"Where is she?"

"Who?"

"Just left."

The voices of Watson and Isabella sounded at the same time, and Watson turned his head to glance at Isabella.

"She has just left, and here is your coat," said Isabella.

"Just left?" Sherlock looked at the wide open window and seemed to want to jump, but unfortunately his limbs did not allow him to do such a difficult movement, and he fell hard to the ground.

Isabella looked at Sherlock who was crawling around on the ground, and wanted to say that she didn't know him.

"What are you doing? Don't, don't, go back to bed, you will be fine in a while, go to sleep." The kind military doctor dragged Sherlock back to the bed with great effort.

"Of course I'll be fine, I'm just fine, absolutely fine!" Sherlock babbled like a drunk man.

"Of course, you can't be better. If you need me, I'm next door." Watson said.

"Why would I need you?"

"No reason."

Isabella walked out of Sherlock's bedroom with the corgi in her arms, while Watson closed the door for him.

"I'm wondering," Isabella pondered, "Will Mycroft regret giving the entrustment to Sherlock?"

"Why?" Watson asked.

"You saw him like that."

Watson thought for a while and asked in surprise, "You don't want to say... Sherlock fell in love with that woman?!"

"Love?" Isabella shook her head, "NO, it's not love. It's something else..."

"what?"

"I just had a hunch." Isabella pinched the corgi's paw.

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