[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The birdsong outside the window obviously attracted Isabella's attention. Her back was straightened, and her hand holding the pen involuntarily turned a few beautiful circles. Eyes shot from behind the glasses of the brown lady, she knocked on the table warningly, signaling the mischievous princess to concentrate.

Mrs. White is a tutor invited by His Majesty the Crown Prince from St. George's Ascot Secondary School. She is proficient in quick calculation, logic and mathematics, and she is also very serious and strict.

"Since Her Royal Highness is so interested in the birds outside the window, I'm afraid she has already figured out the answer to this question?" Teacher White's steady voice sounded.

Isabella reluctantly looked away from the cute blue tits jumping around on the windowsill, glanced down at the title, thought for a while, and said, "36."

"There are four questions in total."

"Oh," Isabella shrugged, turned the pen in her right hand a few times, and answered casually, "3, 62, 55."

Teacher White finally looked better, and she was not stingy with her praise: "It's absolutely right. Your mathematical talent is very surprising."

"Thank you." Isabella smiled, because she is too smart, these topics are boring and boring to her, it is a waste of life.She loves excitement and unrestrained adventure.

"I think there is no need for His Royal Highness to invite me to class. Maybe what you need is not a math teacher."

"They all think I need a manners teacher..." Isabella joked, "but no one wants to teach me manners."

This is of course impossible. In fact, as long as she wants, she can become a perfect and elegant noble lady at any time, and her movements are so standard that she can immediately attend the royal dinner.And her waltz is also good. When the two brothers stepped on the feet of their female partners awkwardly, she could already conquer the entire dance floor.

Because of her previous boarding at Gordonstoun Middle School, even if Isabella's report card is always an excellent A, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince thinks it should be.This is thanks to Mrs. White - she praised Isabella's intelligence to Her Majesty the Queen, and Her Majesty was very happy, so Isabella was lifted in advance of the ban.

In order to thank Teacher White, Isabella sincerely invited her to have an afternoon tea. Although the traditional menu in England is short, the desserts are not bad.What's more, the royal pastry chef has always represented the highest level of the British Empire.

"You must try the cranberry jam sandwich, which is Her Majesty's favorite." Isabella sat on the luxurious cashmere sofa in the living room, sipped a sip of clear hot black tea, she smiled softly, The hand that put down the teacup was steady, and there was no discordant sound.

There are four tiers of sterling silver trays, and all kinds of delicate refreshments are placed like a pyramid.This is a traditional English afternoon tea, with brightly colored pastries and endless aftertaste.

Isabella turned the tray calmly, turned the side with Cranachan to Teacher White, and said casually, "Maybe you will like this."

Teacher White asked in surprise: "Oh! Your Highness, how do you know that I am..."

"Scottish?" Isabella took over the conversation and smiled clearly: "There is no need to doubt your accent... In fact, it is already quite standard, but when you said birds, you involuntarily added a uvula , of course, it's really hard to get rid of the Scottish accent completely, isn't it?"

"...You really amaze me." Teacher White gently dug a piece of Scotch pudding into his mouth with a long-handled silver spoon.

"And your headband is also very distinctive, isn't it? Scottish red plaid, very beautiful."

"Oh, yes." Teacher White nodded. "Since I moved to London 20 years ago, no one except my husband and children know that I am Scottish. You are the first."

After bidding farewell to Teacher White, Isabella jumped up happily in the empty living room. She couldn't help but took off her shoes and stepped barefoot on the wool carpet for a ballet.

"God, heaven!" She couldn't wait to leave Buckingham Palace. For her, those cumbersome and elaborate aristocratic etiquettes were like shackles, and she couldn't break free or escape, which annoyed her to death.

Isabella changed from the expensive rose and white lace dress embroidered with gold thread by hand, put on a light sunset yellow shirt and jeans, and swaggered out through the side door.

As soon as she went out, she knew that there were at least ten agents and three or five reporters by her side. She wondered if this time could break her previous record of getting rid of all the agents in half an hour?As for those paparazzi reporters, she didn't pay attention at all.

Isabella first went to her favorite juice shop to buy a glass of fruit and vegetable juice, and when she paid for it, she got rid of the following reporters and two or three agents.It's very simple. Every three o'clock in the afternoon, the British double-decker bus will arrive at the stop near Buckingham Palace on time, wait for it to stay for 5 minutes, and then drive away slowly. The agents squatting on the corner of the street will find Isabel in front of the booth La has long since disappeared.

After drinking the last sip of vegetable juice, Isabella pretended to look around for trash cans and turned into a dead-end alley.The agents looked at each other, not knowing whether to follow or hide at the door and wait for Her Royal Highness to come out by herself.

By the time the agents struggled, Isabella had already climbed in through an open window in the dead end. It was the back kitchen of a pork chop restaurant. Isabella pretended to be a customer and bought a fried pork chop , waited for 10 minutes, when the pork chop was just out of the pot, the agents finally lost their composure and rushed into the alley, Isabella smiled triumphantly on her lips, lowered the brim of her hat and hurried out of the pork chop shop .

At 6:[-], Isabella then got into the subway, even though she also knew that when she clocked in, MI[-] already knew her alighting location, so she would get off two stops earlier.Usually at this level, Mr. Nott will not care about her whereabouts at all, as long as she doesn't blow up London, she will turn a blind eye to other behaviors.Not only that, Mr. Nott would sometimes take the initiative to help her destroy some less aristocratic video surveillance images.

Twenty minutes, breaking the record!Isabella snickered inwardly.And all of this was seen by the new MI10 chief, Holmes Mycroft, sitting behind the monitor.

He watched with great interest the Isabella in the surveillance, playing tricks on his agents with ease. When McCoff saw Isabella getting on the subway, he immediately deduced where she was going to get off, and gave The group of unlucky agents who lost their lives ordered them to wait at the exit of the subway station in advance.

He was not Mr. Knott who turned a blind eye.Moreover, it seemed that it was time to strengthen the training of agents. Mycroft looked at the previous tracking records and found that the time for losing targets was getting faster and faster. He began to worry about the safety of the British Empire.

Isabella walked out of the subway station in a good mood with the cold fried pork chops in her hand, and her face immediately collapsed when she saw a few "passers-by" with inexplicable expressions on the bench.

Oh……

The gray-blue eyes of Mycroft Holmes, who had everything under control, came to mind, and Isabella felt that she had met a match.She glared resentfully at the camera on the corner.

Mycroft, who was behind the monitor, felt threatened by a kitten that had just grown sharp claws, and he showed a disgusting smile that he was sure of winning.

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