[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The small black car was parked steadily on the side of the road, and the ground was slightly waterlogged after it had just rained. As the car door popped open, the VIP in the car first touched the ground with the tip of a black umbrella, and then the pure Handmade English cowhide leather shoes step on the smooth ground.

Mycroft took a deep breath of the fresh air after the rain. His calm face looked at the majestic and magnificent Buckingham Palace not far away. In 1703, the Duke of Buckingham built this palace, which is now the British capital. One of the pronouns of the city, starting from Queen Victoria, the British monarchs will live here.This is not his first visit to Buckingham Palace, but today's mood is different from before.

The maid greeted him respectfully, and after a brief conversation, she lowered her head and looked down, walking non-stop, quickly guiding him to the reserved reception room.

The maid temporarily asked Mycroft to wait outside the door for a while before she reported to the Queen.As for these red tapes of the royal family, Mycroft was no stranger to them. He nodded slightly to express his understanding, and took a break outside the door for a while.

The portrait of Queen Victoria on the wall is well preserved, and there is no trace of the vicissitudes of time belonging to cultural relics at all.The queen in the painting is sitting sideways dignifiedly and gracefully. The classical light blue dress outlines her plump waist. It happens to separate the lingering rain from the cool and dry interior.

"Sir, please come in." The maid who received the answer quietly came out from the side door, she said respectfully.

There were some changes in the interior decoration from the last time he came, for example, there were a few more exquisite antique vases. These small details did not escape McCoff's sharp eyes, and he quickly marked them in his thinking palace It came out—it was almost an instant thing.

Her Majesty the Queen sat on the throne, and before he could speak, she said kindly, "It seems that the rain is not light today. I haven't seen such heavy rain for several months."

It seems that he casually mentioned it when he saw McCoff's arrival. Such a casual topic is already very normal for the two of them, and McCoff also responded to the Queen's words with a smile with the attitude of treating an old friend: "Presumably the city hall can breathe a sigh of relief today, and finally no longer have to worry about the air quality in London."

He naturally sat on the sofa on the other side. To show respect, Mycroft refrained from bringing the little black umbrella that was almost inseparable into the palace.

Hearing this, Her Majesty the Queen also smiled, but quickly returned to seriousness, "If I remember correctly, this is the third time that pollutants have exceeded the standard this month, and it even appeared in The Times?"

"Yes, Mr. Prime Minister also attaches great importance to this matter."

The old man who spanned almost a century stopped, she nodded slightly, and then changed the subject, after all, politics was involved, she smiled and said: "Then I can rest assured... By the way, we still have to Thank you, Mycroft, for the pictures and rumors..."

"It's all my job." The smile on Mycroft's face was a little more sincere than when he was facing his colleagues. "I don't want to see the royal family's reputation being humiliated."

"I don't know what's going on with those things?" Her Majesty the Queen stared into his eyes. She had an elegant posture and an extraordinary bearing. Just sitting there was like a king depicted in a huge oil painting.

"All the information related to the royal family in that mobile phone has been destroyed. As for the others... because many high-ranking officials are involved, they are still being processed," McCoff paused, "Your Majesty, Irene Adler has been confirmed die."

"Confirmed death?" the queen repeated, but she didn't show much surprise, which was all she expected.

Regardless of whether this matter was done by the British or the Americans, or that the well-dressed "British government" in front of me secretly instructed to cut the grass and roots, Irene Adler, who has lost the value of use, only has death. There is a way to go.

"It was a group of terrorists from the Middle East..." Mycroft didn't go into too much detail, he vaguely said, "In short, Her Royal Highness Princess Matilda can rest assured."

"Yeah," the Queen sighed, and her tone became more casual and friendly, "The juniors have too many things to worry about, and I have to trouble you every time, from Isabella to Matilda..."

"It's all my duty...Her Royal Highness Princess Isabella has passed the rebellious period now," McCoff said with a smile, "The rose of England—this famous name even has something to do with me." heard."

"Time flies, I remember that we talked here last time," Her Majesty looked around with nostalgia, "...do you still remember the things I told you about Isabella?"

"vivid memory."

The queen restrained her smile, and she said in a low voice: "...I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing for Isabella to be so highly similar to her mother."

"Of course it's a good thing, why do you say that?" Mycroft smiled.

"She is exactly the same as her mother's stubbornness..." She was silent for a long time, and Mycroft waited quietly until the queen finally hesitated to speak, "I'm not as feudal as the rumors say..."

"Of course you didn't."

"But in Isabella's eyes, I may not be the most feudal grandmother, but I am the most feudal monarch." The queen said quietly, her tone mixed with indifference and helplessness.

As smart as he is, Mycroft understood the queen's euphemistic metaphor at once.

"Your Majesty, as far as I know, Her Royal Highness is not old enough for you to worry about life-long events..." Mycroft replied cautiously, considering his words.

"It's really early, but..." the queen hesitated to speak, and after a long time, she made up her mind and whispered, as if she was revealing some unbearable scandal, "The photo of Isabella was taken back then , you still have an impression, it is also your responsibility to deal with this matter."

He knowingly asked: "You mean that His Highness met friends of the same sex in a bar..."

"Yes," the queen rubbed her temples lightly, and said wearily, "I am not discriminatory, but it is impossible for me to allow the royal family to be exposed to the strange eyes of the media and the public, and I have been worrying all the time recently, because All of this is likely to come true in the future.”

"Your Majesty, if this matter comes true, I think those boring media will keep silent about this matter..." Mycroft said tactfully, "What's more, according to what I know about Her Highness, once it is what she said It is very difficult to change your mind easily when you are committed to something."

Mycroft first gave the Queen the impression that Isabella was "stubborn" and "uncompromising", which would make it easier for him to talk about it next.

"Yes," sighed the Queen, "Isabella always has."

"But, Your Majesty," Mycroft said suddenly, with a serious expression, "Your Majesty has a way."

"what?"

"There is someone who can not only preserve the reputation of the royal family, but also make His Royal Highness agree to the lifelong event of Her Highness the Princess."

"Oh? Who is it?" Her Majesty asked curiously.

Mycroft, on the other hand, kept silent and just smiled enigmatically.

The queen frowned slowly, she glanced at the man in front of her suspiciously, and asked tentatively, "McCoff?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," he said respectfully.

"..." The queen understood that he was not joking, but made this suggestion very seriously, so it was her turn to be shocked. Rao, Her Majesty the Queen, never thought of a government honored as the "British Government" in the British political circle. The man wants to pursue the royal princess who has no real power.

For McCoff, this is a more tense conversation than talking with the top leaders of friendly countries, and he must be full of energy. At this time, his brain is highly active, as if he is fighting a game without The "war" of gunpowder.

From now on, he has used the most superb negotiating skills. All the efforts, all the foreshadowings, and the various interests that he secretly planned for today have been laid out like chess pieces. The man - Mycroft Holmes, was sure to win.

"...!" The queen gradually regained her senses from the extreme accident, but even though her heart was already in turmoil, the strict court etiquette still kept her elegant. She held her fingers tightly, and her tone was inevitably a little fierce , "Mycroft? Are you serious?"

"Your Majesty is very sure," Mycroft said sincerely.

After getting such an answer, the queen was silent for a while, but shook her head slightly, "...I don't agree."

"Is it my honor to know the reason?"

"...Why don't you talk about your purpose first, Mycroft. Do you still remember the first time I met you? At that time, I saw wisdom, calmness...and ambition in your eyes, but, never I can't see the benefits in Isabella, although I don't know your intentions, but I don't want Isabella to be a tool either."

Indeed, in his current position, he should go for a political marriage with a woman who is more conducive to Mycroft's career in politics, rather than choose a princess.

He is a politician, how could he do such unprofitable things?

"Your Majesty knows how you feel about His Highness, but... what if this is His Highness's meaning?" The curve of Mycroft's lips was light and shallow.

"You said...Isabella?" The queen was even more confused. "Did she make any agreement with you?"

After all, in the Queen's eyes, Isabella, who was confirmed to be "homosexual", agreed to be with senior government officials, and there seemed to be no other possibility except for the exchange of interests between the two.

"No, I mean it from the bottom of my heart."

The Queen completely restrained her previous easy-going and friendly smile. She put on a straight face without being angry and pretentious, and the corners of her wrinkled eyes narrowed slightly. She jumped out of the role of a peaceful and indifferent monarch. It's too long ago, and many people only remember that Queen Elizabeth took small graceful steps and appeared kindly in the BBC's annual New Year's greeting video, completely forgetting that this female monarch was also a person who had been on the battlefield of World War II.

Mycroft was not timid at all, he accepted the invisible coercion that the Queen exerted on him, and even had the strength to show a persistent smile slowly and firmly.

"...you are the smartest man I know, my old friend," and the exchange ended with the Queen giving up first, a remark so high that even McCoff himself heard it She couldn't help raising her eyebrows in surprise, and then, the queen said slowly, "I used to be able to easily see the secrets that others tried to hide from me, relatives, politicians, the media... without exception. "

"You are overrated, Your Majesty." Mycroft said modestly.

"Maybe for this question, I may not get your truth, but I still want to ask you," the Queen asked slowly, "Why?"

"If I say that the answer to this question is love—you also think that I have been lying up to this moment?"

"...I can't tell if you're lying," the queen shook her head, "but I'm sure, with your status, you are destined not to have these emotions. So, if Isabella can't learn from it To obtain happiness, I will not agree."

"I used to think this way. Before I fell in love with His Highness, I also believed in the theory that feelings are useless."

"What happened later? What made you change your mind?" The Queen said in surprise, "I thought you Holmes were pure rationalists."

"It was the subway attack," Mycroft said in a low voice, "I found myself unable to accept the worst outcome."

Hearing this, the Queen lowered her eyes and sighed for a long time. When she spoke again, her tone was much gentler: "Even if it's as you said, you know the danger you will face in your position, right?"

"I have already arranged everything."

"...Indeed, you have always been thorough," the queen said softly, propping her forehead with one hand, "I want to talk to Isabella again, but that doesn't mean I have agreed to the agreement between you two." thing."

"Understood, then I will take my leave first." Saying this, Mycroft stood up.

Although the queen's last words seemed like a warning, Mycroft knew that the result of the conversation was much better than he expected, at least he hadn't used the move he didn't want to use.

Walking out of the living room, the sun finally pierced through the dark clouds. A faint but brilliant ray of sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows and just fell on his forehead. Golden rays.

The author has something to say:

救命这章真的好难推，已经努力去写麦哥vs王室了，希望能写出那种氛围……尽量不要ooc……（虽然麦哥谈恋爱这件事就是最大的ooc感谢在2021-09-2100:26:57~2021-10-0622:23:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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