[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

London, which has been foggy for the past few days, finally showed a smile. The gentle breeze brought the first ray of fresh air in early summer, with the aroma of moist grass, green and slightly bitter.Sunlight slanted into the palace from the carved white windows of the half dome, coating the vintage portraits on the opposite wall with a faint golden glow. In the frame, Queen Victoria wore a diamond crown, her hands slightly clasped in front of her belly, His eyes are calm and far away, as if looking at the distant world a hundred years later through a picture frame.

The interior of Buckingham Palace is naturally not cold, but the distinguished guest in front of him, who just finished seeing Her Majesty the Queen, is still wearing a three-piece classic British suit, like an old-fashioned gentleman, with his big and well-defined palm resting on his small black umbrella. , Mycroft had a kind smile on his lips, obviously, his conversation with the queen was pleasant.

Her Majesty the Queen rarely reveals her political inclinations. Most of the time, she prefers to be a detached and neutral monarch of a country, quietly watching the rise and fall of the British Empire. From the first Prime Minister Churchill, she is the same as the next few The relationship between Prime Minister Ren is deep and shallow, and Wilson has the best personal relationship with her. After he retired, the Queen even made an exception to attend Wilson's banquet in Downing Street.As for Mr. Holmes, who holds a lot of power at a young age, Her Majesty the Queen has always liked to talk to him, saying that Mr. Holmes of the British government is a Wikipedia himself. No matter what topic Her Majesty mentions, he can The answers were fluent, and even brought up a lot of new knowledge that even the queen had never known.

Mycroft's pace was neither fast nor slow. He walked through the corridor. The fully transparent glass floor-to-ceiling windows absorbed the warm sunlight. The golden sunlight seemed to melt. It flowed over Mycroft's side, bathing half of his face In bright daylight, while the other half is hidden deep in the shadows.

A burst of strong and fragrant floral fragrance lightly passed the tip of his nose, and then overbearingly occupied Mycroft's sense of smell. The floral fragrance made people feel tired. When he turned around, he saw big wild red roses blooming in the garden outside the window. Mycroft stopped and stood in front of the window.

Of course he didn't stop because of the unrestrained and charming red roses. Right in the middle of the garden, the blond girl was wearing a tight off-white dance suit, with a stretched waist, her back was as straight as a pine, and a pair of lute bones With graceful curves, she lifted her right leg high, and then tensed the instep. Mycroft knew that it was a classic ballet movement.

The girl's fluffy blond hair looks like the uninhabited desert of the Sahara under the sunshine. It is dry and hot, and it is like a large golden wheat field. Fluffy bread.

When Isabella turned her head, she saw Mycroft staring at her from the floor-to-ceiling window. She froze for a moment, as if surprised.Isabella walked slowly through the rose garden, and she looked straight into his sharp gray-blue eyes without fear. Mycroft's eyes were not covered with a layer of floating ice all year round in the past, perhaps because the sun was mild, and his pupil color It seems to be a little lighter, like a piece of translucent blue crystal.Isabella raised her hand, and under the gaze of Mycroft's eyes that could not see through her thoughts, she knocked on the glass mischievously.

The girl's slenderness and plumpness are both just right, and if she is a little less, she will look thin. Her young face is like a budding rose bone, and the tiny fine hairs on her face are also dyed golden by the sun, and her skin is as white and tender as cream. The lower blue blood vessels are clearly visible, where pure blood flows, fragile and full of pure desire.

"Is there any good news from your conversation with grandma? Like lifting the lockdown or something..."

In a blink of an eye, the two of them were already sitting on the soft sofa in the living room. Isabella had a dark green thin coat on her shoulders, and the coffee table in front of her was filled with all kinds of refreshments. The royal dessert chef made a portion of each dessert.

"It's only been two months," Mycroft raised his eyebrows, digging out a piece of chocolate mousse cake with a spoon reservedly, and said, "Her Majesty and I both agree that it is best for you to stay in Buckingham Palace honestly." choose."

"Huh?" Isabella laughed angrily, and she suddenly felt that she shouldn't have asked the pastry chef to make so many desserts, "For two months, I have to take etiquette classes, ballet, waltz... and other messes every day It's so boring!"

"I believe this at least makes your life very fulfilling." Mycroft smirked.

"Of course, there is nothing happier than selling stocks." Isabella said with a nasty smile.

"..." Reminiscent of the stock market plummeting a month ago, McCoff suddenly felt that the cake in his mouth became hard to swallow, and his teeth started to hurt again. These brats all had great destructive power, and McCoff put down Spoon, he sighed, "I hope you don't cause Britain's financial crisis."

"I don't promise, if I continue to be grounded." Isabella took a bite of the donut in a good mood.

Just as Mycroft was calculating and analyzing the pros and cons in his brain, a barking dog broke the silence between the two.

"Wang!"

A short-legged corgi stalked toward Isabella like a cannonball.It was followed by the panicked maid.It is not surprising that corgi dogs appear in Buckingham Palace, because this kind of dog is Her Majesty's favorite dog. Her Royal Highness Princess Beatrice once killed Her Majesty's Corgi by a bulldog. In order to make amends, Her Majesty bought it specially. Two corgi cubs were given to Her Majesty the Queen, but she declined on the grounds that she was "afraid of being tripped over by dogs". Later, one of the corgis was given to Isabella by Princess Beatrice.

"Scott! Sit down!" Isabella snapped.

Mycroft, who was drinking tea at the side, trembled when he heard the words. He calmly wiped the tea splashed from the tiger's mouth. He really wanted to know Sherlock's reaction when he heard the corgi's name.

The corgi gasped. If it had a tail, it must be shaking wildly at this moment. It walked around Mycroft curiously, then sniffed his expensive leather shoes, trying to stretch out its short front paws. Grab the cuffs of Mycroft's suit.

Mycroft glanced at it, but ignored it. The corgi whimpered and tried harder to reach the hem of Mycroft's trousers.It's a pity that the height limit, the corgi stumbled all of a sudden, it fell straight on the carpet like a piece of bread, although it didn't hurt, it still made it dazed for a long time.

Mycroft couldn't help but whispered, "Silly dog."

As silly as Sherlock is.

Isabella looked at Mycroft dissatisfied, and she bent down to pick up the corgi.The corgi found a comfortable place in the owner's arms, put the dog's head on Isabella's arms, and stared at McCoff with a pair of dark eyes.

Mycroft, who was stared at by a man and a dog, was still unmoved. He reminded plainly: "The material inside your coat tells me that you'd better not get close to any animals that shed their fur."

"Thank you for the reminder, but I'm not the one to wash it anyway." Isabella rubbed the dog's head, and the corgi stuck out its tongue and licked its nose.

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Sherlock's full name is William? Sherlock? Scott? Holmes, Mycroft said: Eat melons.