[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"That's right!" Isabella said eagerly, "Auston told me that it was Hardy Green who lured Sherlock to take drugs."

Mycroft's expression became cold and terrifying, his fingers suddenly tightened, and his body leaned forward slightly. He asked word by word: "Is that Claire Green's youngest son, that idiot Hardy Green?"

Isabella hurriedly repeated what Alston said to Mycroft. She watched the muscles on the man's cheeks twitch slightly, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the handle of the little black umbrella turned white. Isabella seemed to be able to hear the umbrella. The whining of bones, Mycroft's hands are extremely strong, she had learned this when she was learning spear skills with him.

"I didn't intend to confront her. In terms of politics, I hope to maintain a balance that can be defended." Mycroft's voice was soft but full of oppression. "The battle between me and her has been going on for a long time. , I don't care about that. But, she's so self-righteous, and I'm going to make her die this time, and she'll regret everything she's done, no doubt about it."

Now that the other party already knows the weakness of Mycroft, he can either abandon Sherlock and become an iceman without emotion, or kill them all to make an example of others, so that others can see clearly what the fate of touching Holmes' reverse scale is. .

"Cavan, the victim of the headless man in the Thames three years ago, is your subordinate, right?" Isabella said. "On the train in Horsham, I met his mother. She had a very happy life." not good."

"It was arranged by Mrs. Green that you met her," Mycroft said coldly, "and I never believe in coincidences. I sent Carvin Rothschild on an undercover mission. Three years ago, MI6 learned that there was a A batch of arms from the United States flowed into London, and I sent many agents to lurk into major criminal organizations in London. As a result, there was a problem with the operation team, the mission plan failed, and Cavin’s identity was leaked, and he was arrested. The criminals cut off the head and threw it into the Thames. I am sorry, so I send a pension to his mother every year in accordance with the regulations of MI6."

"Mrs. Green did this, right?" Isabella picked up the red wine glass on the table, and she slightly swirled the blood-colored wine in the glass, "The corpse was thrown into the Thames River, and it just washed up on the river bank during the day It has caused a huge negative impact on society, and this is all a demonstration against you."

"It's her," Mycroft nodded. His tone was flat, but his words were pressed at every step. "So, after talking so much, can we cooperate further?"

"I thought we were destined to cooperate from the very beginning," Isabella smiled, "Mr. Nott, appointed by Her Majesty the Queen, took care of me for four years, and after Mr. Nott retired, he did not choose to hand over the monitoring rights to Mrs. Green, but to you, Mycroft, I trust Mr. Nott and respect every decision he makes."

"That's really my rudeness," Mycroft said politely, "Mr. Nott is a wise and knowledgeable teacher. Although he is smooth, he is honest and kind-hearted. He has long heard of Mrs. Green's actions. .”

"Yes," Isabella nodded, and she changed the topic, "But if we cooperate, what can I get?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, put his hands on the armrests, and said confidently in a domineering posture that controlled the audience: "What you want, freedom."

"Oh, can you not send someone to spy on me? Or can you get me out of the royal family?"

"No, I can lower your surveillance level within the allowed range, as long as you promise me that you will not do anything against the law." McCoff said with a smile. He was sure that Isabella would agree to this cooperation.

"Okay, that's enough." Isabella thought for a while before giving her reply.

"It's a pleasant cooperation, but because of my personal relationship, I hope you can take care of Sherlock more." Mycroft pressed his forehead, and the scratches at the corners of his eyes were aching. "When I don't know, you two don't Give me a big basket."

"It's natural." Isabella gently sipped the red wine in the glass, which was full-bodied and not astringent. Sure enough, the wines in his collection were not ordinary.

"Sherlock will be graduating in less than a year. The path I imagined for him is a philosopher or a scientist, so that is not a waste of his brilliant brain."

"I don't think he will be a philosopher-scientist honestly," Isabella looked at the scar on the corner of McCoff's eye, and asked kindly, "Don't you need to deal with the wound on your face? From the wound Judging from the shape of your body and the degree of bleeding, the one who attacked you should be a large hardcover collection book. Sherlock's aim is not bad, if you do not evade in time, it may be your nose that will suffer."

Mycroft lightly touched the corners of his bleeding eyes, and he remembered the tome of mathematics that flew towards him. He hadn't been out on the job for a few years, and his skills were not as flexible as before, but he managed to avoid the book's attack. The trajectory of the movement, the scars on his face were cuts, and Mycroft didn't see the bookmarks flying out of the book.

"I will go to the medicine later, thank you for your concern."

"Okay, then I really won't bother you this time, I'll go first," Isabella stood up, and Mycroft followed suit, and she added hesitantly, "I will try to persuade Sherlock of."

"thank you very much."

The small black car arranged by McCoff had been parked in front of the Diogenes Club for a long time. Isabella opened the door, and the secretary wearing black-rimmed glasses sat on the co-pilot.

"Hello, Your Highness." The female secretary said with a smile. "I am Mr. Holmes' secretary, Belinda."

"Well, hello, nice to meet you. Please take me back to school."

"This is my duty, Your Highness, you are too serious."

Isabella looked at the gradually elongated streets. The warm and humid summer in London was about to leave in a low-key manner, and then came the bleak and chilling autumn that took control of the world. With the autumn rain that just fell an hour ago, it added a different kind of bright color to London.

The blond girl was silent. Although she behaved perversely and rebelliously, which was quite different from her royal identity, more often she just didn't want to be bound by the rules and regulations. She had seen innocent and beautiful girls who yearned for fairy tale love stories with a vision for the future. Thinking that he had found true love, he threw himself into the cage without hesitation, and finally ended up in a sad ending of disappearing.

Isabella is afraid that she will make the same mistakes again. She is a princess, but she never fantasizes about the appearance of the handsome and powerful prince in fairy tales.

Eating too much sugar would damage your teeth, she was soberly aware of it.

The author has something to say:

=. = It is no doubt that Maicroft picked it up. Mrs. Holmes only noticed that Sherlock was beaten, but ignored the scars on Maimai's face. (But the hostess found out!)

In the fourth season, the Sherlock Holmes couple ranting against Mai Mai to send their sister away without authorization is really sad. Maybe this is the responsibility of the eldest son.

I always feel that Mai Mai has a lonely and tragic character.