[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"Uh... good morning."

In the early morning, hoarfrost kicked up ice flowers from the bottom of the window, and the window was completely white. Isabella changed her clothes and walked down the stairs.

The enthusiastic Mrs. Holmes looked very happy, "Oh, my dear, would you like a sweet honey muffin or a bacon sandwich?"

"Sandwiches are fine, thank you, ma'am," Isabella smiled kindly, and when she walked through the open kitchen, she saw the two brothers sitting on the sofa as if they were confronting each other, and said in surprise, "Sherlock ? I thought you weren't going to go home."

It can be seen that Sherlock must have just woken up, the iconic curly hair stood stubbornly, and he said quickly without emotional ups and downs: "Obviously, if I don't come home on Christmas, Mommy will definitely send out messages for a week. What a boring opera invitation."

Isabella looked back at Mrs. Holmes who was happily preparing breakfast while humming a ditty, and smiled at Mycroft who had already changed into a three-piece beige plaid casual suit.

She took advantage of the opportunity to sit next to Mycroft, Sherlock's piercing eyes glanced at the delicate golden tie pin, and Sherlock said mockingly: "You should really look at yourself now, Mycroft, how does it feel to receive your 34th Christmas present?"

"I feel good," Mycroft said with a deliberate smirk.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, looking speechless.

"Well, boys, come and have breakfast." Mrs. Holmes raised her voice.

The three people who were sitting on the sofa and hurting each other stood up almost at the same time, and Sherlock and McCoff responded in unison: "Okay, Mommy/Mommy."

Whether it is the British government with ever-changing affairs or the great detective who has repeatedly solved strange cases, and now a distinguished British princess is added, they all have to sit at the dining table obediently during breakfast time to enjoy the meals carefully prepared by Mrs. Holmes.

"Did you sleep well last night?" asked Mrs. Holmes kindly to Isabella.

"Very well, the clothes you prepared are all very suitable, and the number of them...is amazing." She said with a tactful smile.

"I don't know which style you would like. I asked Mike and he didn't say anything, so I bought some of each." Mrs. Holmes cast a reproachful glance at the helpless Mycroft.

"If I were him, I'd keep it a secret," interjected old Mr. Holmes, and Mrs. Holmes gave him a supercilious look.

It's just that the warm scene of the family sitting neatly around the warm fireplace enjoying the mother's Christmas love breakfast was quickly broken.

"Ah~" Sherlock's cell phone rang inappropriately.

"My God, what's that sound?!" Mrs. Holmes said with wide-eyed surprise.

After learning the truth, Isabella just wanted to pretend that she didn't know Sherlock. She tried her best to drink a big mouthful of hot milk. On the other hand, Mycroft also looked worried, and he glanced at Sherlock with warning eyes.

The person involved, Sherlock, was very calm, he didn't even raise his head, "Oh, that's the ringtone of the phone."

"Mobile ringtone?" Mrs. Holmes was shocked. "You use this sound as your cellphone ringtone?"

"What's the matter? Some people use the same sound from their own music library as their ringtone, and some people like to use something else. In the final analysis, it's just a way to remind you to check your mobile phone text messages." Sherlock said flatly.

"It's too indecent!" old Mr. Holmes scolded.

"How indecent is that? Emmm... Well, it's a little bit." Saying that, Sherlock stuffed his phone into his coat pocket.

"Who is that woman? Sherlock?" Mrs. Holmes looked suspiciously at Mycroft, who had been silent all this time. It is not to blame for her overthinking, but at the moment when the eldest son brought back his girlfriend, her expectations fell involuntarily on the younger one. son.

"what?"

"Your ringtone, who is she?"

"Who knows, it might be some random ringtone downloaded from the Internet..." Sherlock stood up and said perfunctorily.

"Oh, Sherlock!" said Mrs. Holmes disapprovingly.

"MerryChristmas. Mommy." The long-lost Sherlock's characteristic creases smiled, but in the eyes of Mrs. Holmes, she looked suspicious no matter what.

"God, do you know who that is? Mike?" She couldn't get the answer out of her younger son's mouth, so she turned to ask her older son who was out of the way.

Mycroft, who was watching the drama with cold eyes, was suddenly dragged into the battlefield. He blinked, and a crack appeared on his indifferent face under his mother's eager gaze. He smiled helplessly and said: "...I don't know , maybe I downloaded it from some Internet forum, and you named me Mycroft instead of Mike, Mrs. Holmes."

"..." Mrs. Holmes looked suspiciously back and forth between the two sons, and finally came to a conclusion, "Hmph, you two must have discussed it. Well, I won't ask."

"Thank goodness for that," Sherlock murmured.

"When the children grow up, they don't care what the poor mother thinks less and less..." Mrs. Holmes cleaned up the mess on the table, and she said in an exaggerated operatic tone, which made Isabella want to laugh but couldn't help it. Embarrassed, "Look, here are the boys!"

"...No, Mrs. Holmes." The smile on Mycroft's face was bright, but of course it was fake.

"Isabella, what do you want for lunch?" Mrs. Holmes changed her face quite quickly. One second she was accusing her two sons, and the next second she spoke to Isabella with a smile on her face.

"Uh..." Isabella hesitated for a while, and she saw Mycroft shaking her head slowly and painfully behind Mrs. Holmes, "I think, maybe anything..."

"Oh! Why is the Christmas holiday so long? Just one morning, I feel like a week has passed," Mycroft said.

"Then let's have some grilled lamb chops and chocolate cake. I have prepared a lot of ingredients in advance." Mrs. Holmes said happily.

"Friendly reminder, the fat man over there has seriously exceeded the sugar intake recently." Sherlock's indifferent words came lightly.

"Ginger biscuits, the sugar-free version, I think, would be delicious," said Mrs. Holmes kindly.

"...that smell must be a disaster." Mycroft was speechless.

"Want anything else, boys?" Mrs. Holmes raised her voice. "Like pumpkin pie or smoked pork..."

"Ah~"

Her words were interrupted by Sherlock's text message, and Mrs. Holmes stopped talking instantly, with a strange and angry expression, "Oh! Sherlock!"

Sherlock looked down at the text message casually, stood up suddenly and picked up the blue wool scarf on the sofa, and whispered: "It's something. You can enjoy the Christmas dinner, and Isabella, relax Take it easy and treat this as your own home."

"..."

"Sherlock? Aren't you at home for dinner?" Mrs. Holmes shouted, but the only response to her was the back of Sherlock striding away.

"Actually," Mycroft stood up slowly and said with a smile, "I also have some business to deal with, so please forgive me for the lunch."

"...Did the one and two of you calculate the time correctly?" Although Mrs. Holmes was dissatisfied, she was still reasonable. Go to the show."

"...The drama doesn't mean much, well, I get it." Mycroft's habitual spitting words rolled on the tip of his tongue, but he still had no choice but to compromise.

"Well, then, I'm very glad to meet you, Mrs. Holmes, I was really disturbed yesterday." Seeing this, Isabella also followed Mycroft, and politely said to Mrs. Holmes.

"No no no, I'm very happy that you can accept Mike..." At this point, the kind Mrs. Holmes said that her eldest son was also very worried. She looked at Isabella with a bright smile, "Welcome I'll be happy to come back next time."

"Mommy, you speak like I'm something you can't wait to sell..." Mycroft protested softly.

"Yes, Mrs. Holmes," said Isabella politely.

"Of course," Mrs. Holmes whispered to Mycroft resentfully. "Have you remembered what I said before?"

"You talked for a full 24 minutes and 38 seconds. I don't think my memory is that bad, Mrs. Holmes." Mycroft said with a smirk.

Isabella didn't understand. She looked at Mycroft and then at Mrs. Holmes, and the former gave her an indescribable smile.

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