[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

In the bitter air, you can vaguely feel the coolness of cedar trees. A winter snow brings the blessings of winter to Great Britain. Condescending and compassionate Christ overlooking the world.

The temperature in London in the morning is still very low after snowfall, especially when the sun just came out of the clouds, the white snow tends to melt.

At this moment, the best secretary of the British government was dutifully standing beside the little black car, waiting patiently for her immediate superior to finish the routine Christmas greetings with her parents.

The ground was slippery, and Mycroft lent Isabella his arm in a gentlemanly manner, and the two walked towards the little black car.

Anthea looked down and said in a low voice: "Boss, the latest news is that Irene Adler is still alive."

There was no trace of surprise on the man's face, as if he had already expected it.

"Thewoman is still alive? Is she feigning death to avoid being hunted down?" Isabella was stunned for a second.

Mycroft didn't make a sound, he thoughtfully fastened the seat belt for Isabella who was sitting in the back seat of the car.

"Then her cell phone is still in Sherlock's hand..." Isabella looked down at Mycroft's profile.

"Yes, I'm afraid she will contact Sherlock again soon," Mycroft said.

"I don't understand. From the British royal family to MI6 to the CIA, everyone is staring at that woman. What kind of handle is she holding? I don't believe that it is just a British royal princess... er, indecent Photo." Isabella expressed her doubts.

"Irene Adler has a lot of things on her hands that she shouldn't be involved in." Mycroft's words were vague.

"...Is it related to Moriarty?"

Sure enough, Mycroft's expression changed slightly, and he looked at the street scene ahead in silence.

Isabella already had the answer.

"Where are you going?" Mycroft asked suddenly.

She blinked and realized that he might not be on her way next, so she said, "Carol's, she always wanted me to attend the Christmas pajama party she had at home last night, but if I want to go this morning Maybe we can catch up with the end. Why, today is Christmas, do you have to go to work overtime early in the morning?"

"Terrorists don't take Christmas break," he said.

"Well, that's true," Isabella agreed, shrugging. "Have you ever spent Christmas at home this short before?"

"Yeah, it's even a lot better this year," Mycroft said with a toothache on his face, "At least Sherlock's attention is on Thewoman, can you imagine the Christmas family dinner in the past? It's a disaster."

"... Maybe. But don't forget you're going to the opera with Mrs. Holmes this week!"

"Oh! Then I'd rather endure the Christmas dinner." Mycroft's face turned darker.

"Actually, I think Mrs. Holmes is already very kind." Isabella couldn't help but began to take the stand of Mrs. Holmes. "It would be nice to watch the opera with your mother."

"Yeah, it would be nice if an opera could be squeezed into 10 minutes."

"..." Isabella was speechless, she turned her head to look at the familiar scenery outside the window, until the little black car parked quietly outside Carol's private mansion.

She pushed the car door hard, bent down and said to McCoff, who was sitting firmly in the back seat: "I think if there are no accidents, I will live in BlackRock's manor tonight."

Mycroft just smiled and replied, "See you tonight."

Isabella closed the car door, carrying her bag and ringing the doorbell of Carlo's house.Soon, the young butler in suits and leather shoes respectfully opened the iron-barred gate outside the bungalow for her.

Carol was bleary-eyed, and she was still wearing a red and green silk suspender pajamas. It seemed to be a limited color for Christmas. The pajama party last night should have lasted until late. When she went out, she casually grabbed a mink fur and saw Isabella came and waved happily.

"Isn't it cold?" Isabella looked at Carol's thin silk pajamas that went down to her thighs. In the icy and snowy world outside, she actually had two big white legs and was only wearing a pair of UGG wool slippers.

"Then hurry up and enter the house, we have left you some wine," Carol said as she pulled the fur waistcoat on her body, and even walked much faster than before, "although it is not as good as the collection of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. , but the best red wine you can buy on the market.”

When Isabella stepped into the room, the flames of the fireplace were burning. The vertical high-tech air conditioner showed that Carol had adjusted the temperature of the hot air to 30°C. No wonder they all wore so little clothes. The indoor and outdoor temperatures can be said to be two This is extreme.

"Sit wherever you want." As she spoke, Carol casually gathered the empty wine bottles on the table, digging a hole out of it with difficulty.

The others, reclining on the sofa or lying on the cashmere rug, were fast asleep, most of them Carol's friends, and all wore pajamas of all kinds, from animal ears with reindeer tails and bells to "Fantasy pajamas" styles that wrap themselves like Christmas trees are available.

Isabella tried her best to keep her footsteps light, "It seems that the atmosphere of you two was very high last night?"

"Of course, we played a lot of small games, all of which are popular for parties." The hangover made Carol's temples ache, and she felt that many things in her vision were doubled. She shook her head and let herself Sober up.

"One, two, three... how much wine did you drink?" Isabella counted the empty wine bottles on the ground.

"Not much..." Carol said guiltily, looking around, but saw the plain silver ring on Isabella's right ring finger, and immediately met her eyes in shock, her voice raised a few decibels involuntarily, "On your hand! A ring?!"

Thanks to Carol, the girls who had been sleeping drowsily had a tendency to wake up. Isabella awkwardly held her right hand with her left hand to hide the ring on her hand.

"Hmm... what time is it?" The girl in the reindeer horn hat rubbed her eyes, subconsciously avoiding the direct sunlight from the window.

"Nine o'clock in the morning," returned Isabella.

"Eh? Hello, you are..." The girls who woke up one after another looked at her in confusion.

"My friend, Isabella," Carol was aroused with strong curiosity. Starting from that mysterious Christmas gift, Isabella, who claims to never let herself fall into unnecessary emotions, unexpectedly became a friend for the first time. A man prepared a gift, which surprised her, "It's still early, do you want to have another drink?"

"No, no, I still have a headache now..." The girl in the pine blue pajamas waved her hand and refused, "I heard that the London City Hall has arranged a giant Christmas tree in Trafalgar Square, and I still want to see it .”

"Don't we celebrate Christmas there every year? What's so good about a Christmas tree?" Carol asked suspiciously.

"This year is the anniversary of the Battle of Trafalgar, and it coincides with Christmas," Isabella explained. "There are indeed a lot of people going to the square. Two days ago, Charing Cross began to control travel."

"Yes, I heard that a ton of chocolate was used to make various decorations on the Christmas tree. Citizens are free to choose a piece they like to take away." Another girl also said.

"I'd like to see it too..." Carol joked, "You know, no one has given me chocolates since I broke up with Neville."

"Wait, when did you break up with Mr. St. Clair?" Isabella asked.

"Not long after he came back from Iceland, he fell in love with the new female reporter from the newspaper." Judging from Caro's calm attitude, it's hard to see how anxious she was when St. Clair's accident happened.

"...uh." Isabella didn't know what to say.

"How about going to Trafalgar Square?" Carol looked at Isabella and waggled her fingers, "My new Lamborghini, take you for a ride?"

"Okay, anyway, I have nothing to do." Isabella readily agreed.

After Carol changed her clothes and finished her makeup, it was already 10:30 in the morning, and the other little sisters had already driven away, while Isabella was still standing in front of the fireplace, looking at the many lovely crystals on the countertop Dolls of Santa Claus and reindeer.

"Last year's Christmas present, from Neville." Carol, wearing a light beige cashmere dress, said from behind Isabella as she came downstairs.

"……so cute."

"I was going to throw it in the trash, or take a taxi to the newspaper and put it on that woman's desk," Carol said sarcastically.

"and after?"

"It's not bad here, I'll ask the butler to take it home later. I remember his daughter liked it very much," Carol held a bunch of car keys between her fingertips, "Come on, let's go to Trafalgar Square .”

Sitting on the spacious leather seat, Isabella can smell the unique leather smell of a new car, which is not too heavy. Carol has already placed a lot of big-name incense in advance.

"By the way," Carol put on her sunglasses to prevent the white snow from being dazzling. She still hasn't forgotten the plain and simple silver ring on Isabella's finger. What's going on?"

"The ring, the ring finger of the right hand, not the left hand," Isabella said slyly, she raised her hand and waved it in front of Carol's eyes, "Guess what."

"In a broad sense, the ring on the ring finger of your right hand has no special meaning, but to you, it must have a meaning," Carol said as if I knew you well, "don't worry, I'll keep it a secret for you and won't tell me brother."

"It's a secret." Isabella smiled mysteriously.

"Hmm... Let me also deduce that the Christmas gift you gave to the mysterious man was an expensive solid gold rose tie pin, which shows that the other party is of great status..."

"This range is quite large," Isabella said noncommittally, "You might as well keep an eye on it and see if there are people around with gold rose tiepins."

"..." Carol curled her lips, "Well, the boulevard is too congested, it seems that many people come here."

The car had just passed the Diogenes Club on the boulevard, which was still a pure white simple building with no obvious signs. Isabella subconsciously looked for the window of McCoff's office.

"I'll stop the car first, and I can already see the Christmas tree here. It's too high in front of the Nelson's Column." Carol was amazed.

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