[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The Victorian fireplace in the house was burning vigorously. Isabella returned the copy of the action report to Mycroft. He took it and then sent it into the raging fire. Licking, wanting to burn everything up.

Isabella was not sure what the old man in front of him wanted from her, so he let her go, but Isabella knew that Mr. Holmes was definitely not the kind of kind and soft-hearted man.He behaved leisurely from beginning to end, as if he really came to Buckingham Palace this time to accept Isabella's thanks.He didn't ask for the conditions he wanted, and Isabella just felt uncomfortable.Especially when I have something in someone else's hands...it sucks.

Mycroft was keenly aware of the anxiety under Isabella's formulaic smile, and Her Royal Highness's fingers unconsciously fingered the bright yellow daisy embroidery on the skirt.He took a sip of the milk tea at just the right temperature, and expressed his appreciation for the chef's control of the right sweetness. The ratio of tea and milk is also very particular, unlike some dessert shops that use inferior tea leaves and saccharin to make milk tea that is greasy.

He originally wanted to comfort Her Royal Highness to relax. Mycroft has not planned to exchange any benefits from her for the time being. It is true that Her Royal Highness's naughty bag club contains a huge wealth of contacts, but the most important thing he lacks is information. For worthless information with complicated information, he wants more effective information with fast timeliness and high accuracy.It's a pity that he has too many goldfish under his command, which caused MI6's reaction speed in some matters to be not very fast.

Apart from this layer of factors, there is another very important issue that McCoff does not fully trust Isabella.Although the IQ of Her Royal Highness is higher than most people in this world, she is only 16 years old. Mycroft is not sure whether she is a reliable and trustworthy partner. Before he finds out this point, he will not Bind Isabella to his camp.

Isabella's identity is too sensitive, and the risk is too great for a piece of information that has no benefit.McCoff is an excellent politician. He must consider many aspects and make the most correct prediction.

Isabella smiled, she picked up a biscuit and stuffed it into her mouth, her eating was not elegant, the biscuit crumbs stuck to her mouth, Isabella was like a hamster, her cheeks were bulging, McCaw Husband decided that it would be better not to speak out his inner thoughts, he thought wickedly, let the little princess worry about this for a few more days, and treat it as a small punishment for her mischievous interruption of his meeting.

There was a crackling sound as the flames burned, and there was a moment of silence between the two of them.Isabella was waiting for Mycroft to bring up the "rose party," and before she knew it, she wiped out the rest of the maple cookies.

"Oh my God, I can't go on...I don't want to see my dear Mr. Dentist on Christmas Day."

Mycroft said sympathetically, "I understand your feelings very well."

The two probably had their fair share of talking about dentist phobia.If Mycroft was interested, Isabella could tell him how she jumped on the dentist's table as a child and tangled up people's instruments and eventually shorted out the power supply.

McCoff slowly proceeded to the next topic, but unfortunately, it was still not what Isabella wanted to hear, "Your father hopes that I can teach you some basic female self-defense... Although in my opinion, these things are just a queen. The guard of the guard is competent enough—but,” he said a lot casually and then suddenly turned around, “however, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very sincere, how can I refuse?”

In his thought palace, Mycroft flipped through the documents sent from Buckingham Palace. The transaction terms promised by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince were very attractive.No matter how much Mycroft was unwilling to take care of a troublesome royal family, for the purpose of exchanging benefits, he had no reason to refuse.

"Sorry? I didn't receive the notice... Please come to be my tutor?" Isabella looked like a ghost, and her folded hands tightened suddenly.

"Yes, it was sudden. But you should be considerate of His Highness the Crown Prince. When I told him that you were kidnapped, his tone was not very nice... Obviously he was frightened." Mycroft said, "The first time The lecture is tomorrow at two o'clock in Whitehall. Do you have any questions?"

"But I have a flower class tomorrow afternoon..." Isabella struggled uselessly.

Mycroft said in an uncompromising tone: "Reject. The lectures will be arranged according to my schedule. If there is a conflict, please give priority to my lectures."

"Okay..." Isabella said reluctantly, "Do you need me to prepare anything in advance?"

"Bandages and Demerol." Mycroft made a small joke.

"Uh!" Isabella thought about it seriously, "I've done a pain test before..."

"Don't worry, my lord," Mycroft sighed, "it's just some simple self-defense techniques."

"Okay." Isabella nodded, the clock pointed to [-]:[-], and they talked for an hour and a half before they knew it.

McCoff got up and said goodbye politely, "Thank you for your hospitality, it's getting late, I will take my leave first."

Isabella noticed the way Mycroft looked at the remaining cakes, and she kindly asked the maid to wrap the chocolate muffins and donuts in cake boxes.Then there was an extra beautifully packaged gift box in Mycroft's hand.

The tall man is leaning on his small black umbrella in his right hand, and in his left hand is carrying a packing box with Xiao En the lamb, which makes him look a little funny.For the sake of the delicious chocolate muffins, McCoff didn't mind holding a cartoon box that didn't quite fit his image.But he didn't believe that the royal family didn't have other "normal" cake boxes, and McCoff didn't miss the successful smirk on Isabella's lips.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Holmes," said Isabella.

"See you tomorrow, Your Royal Highness."

Isabella went on to read the remaining two pages of the book. She was sure that Mr. Holmes also had a sweet tooth, and hoped that after eating these cakes his teeth would still be healthy.Mycroft only thought the revenge from Her Royal Highness was those funny packaging bags, but in fact Isabella had "sinister intentions", and she aimed at the Circus boss's sweet trouble-his decayed teeth.

Putting the books back on the shelf, Isabella brushed her teeth three times in succession.Thinking of meeting Mr. Holmes tomorrow, she decided to go to bed early tonight, so as to maintain a good physical strength to mobilize the active thinking. You must know that you must concentrate when talking to a wise man. Every sentence he said has at least two meanings. , three hints.

However, she doesn't hate this feeling, at least it's much easier than chatting with an idiot. You don't need to explain why in a long way, and the other party knows what you want to say with just one look.

The author has something to say:

In fact, the heroine is overthinking. At this stage, she has no value in the exchange of interests for McCoff.Mycroft hadn't fully trusted her yet, but had looked after her as part of his duties.