[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Falling in love with the British government without telling the royal family feels like playing a real-life cat and mouse game. Although McCoff is busy with state affairs most of the time and it is difficult to meet, Isabella keeps reasonable and private about this kind of relationship. She feels comfortable in the way of getting along in space, although she herself is an extremely insecure person.

Isabella has always been low-key, and the cameras on the street corners are also "cooperating" to take pictures that will never damage the royal family's face. From the royal family's point of view, Isabella and Holmes are like two parallel lines, although the naughty Her Royal Highness is often under the care of Mr. Holmes, but that's just a matter of work.

A week before Thanksgiving, Isabella received a text message from Mycroft saying that Mrs. Holmes had invited her to a Thanksgiving party.Isabella is rarely able to avoid the royal family to attend other family gatherings during the holidays. If there are, Thanksgiving must be one of them. After all, the British do not need to thank the merciful Lord for food like Americans.

Isabella readily agreed, but she always felt that the lines in McCoff's rigorous text message reply seemed to be full of reluctance. Don't think about it, this family gathering must be another battle of the century between the two brothers.

In fact, it is really no wonder that Isabella forgot the specific date of Thanksgiving, because McCoff, who has always acted strictly according to the schedule, did not remind her that she should attend a family reunion in the afternoon, which led to McCoff’s When the little black car was parked on Pall Mall Street, Isabella had already dressed up and participated in the street spray graffiti of the "artists" with Carol.

"I have to remind you that this kind of behavior will go to the magistrate's court."

Isabella's hand holding the spray paint can stiffened, she turned her head slowly, and McCoff, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, was standing at the intersection with a small black umbrella, with a gentle smile on his face, and said The words that came out were not as gentle as his face. Mycroft emphasized the four words of the Magistrate's Court, and his tone was slightly threatening.

The street "artists" looked at Mycroft suspiciously. They guessed the identity of the other party. Under the increasingly cold gaze of McCoff, they finally left the spray paint cans and scattered like birds and beasts.

Various funny political figures were graffitied on the wall. The spray paint was still wet. Carol patted Isabella's shoulder hesitantly, and said sympathetically, "I can't help you anymore. Goodbye."

Isabella is sure that the makeup she put on this morning is impeccable. This time she dressed up as an art student with a strong sense of literature and art. She specially wore a bulky hoodie. The degree of drying and oxidation of the watercolor marks on the cuffs proved this The clothes have been worn at least five or six times.

Isabella dawdled, she slowly walked towards McCoff, and under McCoff's controlling gaze, she asked, "How did you recognize it?"

"The smell of perfume on your body." Mycroft naturally held her hand, and the two walked side by side.

"But I didn't wear perfume this morning."

"It's my perfume, didn't you smell it?" Mycroft smiled, and Isabella's face flushed red with a meaningful smile. With the cool fragrance of pine wood in the air, it seems that this November is colder than ever.

"Today is Thanksgiving, time to go home."

"What? Is it today?" Isabella asked back in surprise, "Then I'm still wearing makeup..."

The second half of the sentence was interrupted by the old lady who rushed over angrily. The well-maintained lady was still holding a feathered turkey in her hand. She rushed to McCoff and scolded her head and face.

"Mycroft, how dare you?!" Mrs. Holmes' eyes flicked across Isabella's and Mycroft's hands. Isabella actually felt guilty. This feeling is amazing. Kauf stared in amazement at Mrs. Holmes who suddenly appeared beyond his expectation, and felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness for the first time.

"I'm so disappointed in you! You did such a thing! Have you considered Isabella? I really didn't expect my son to do such a thing! I'm ashamed of you." Holmes The wife said angrily. She tried her best to restrain her unfriendly eyes, and looked at Isabella as calmly as possible, and looked at the girl that Mycroft was holding in his hand. She was dressed strangely, like a rebellious girl, Mycroft How can you like this type of woman?

"Mom..." Mycroft said helplessly. He glanced at Isabella, who was standing outside the incident, with a hint of warning. The meaning couldn't be more obvious, but she didn't intend to come forward to clarify for McCoff.

Mrs. Holmes left a sentence that you don't have to go home for dinner, and turned away angrily with the turkey, leaving Mycroft with black lines all over his head. He looked indifferently at Isabella who had been watching the show. Smiling, seeing McCoff looked over with a blank face, and understood that he was going to "ask the crime", Isabella made a face and ran away.

McCoff took a long leg and blocked her in a blind spot. The two were close to each other and breathed and heard each other. Isabella swallowed loudly, looked away guiltily, and apologized first: "I'm sorry..."

Mycroft had a headache thinking about how difficult his mother was, and he was too busy explaining for a while. Isabella's lips opened and closed, and the hot air was sprayed into the collar of McCoff's shirt. He lowered his head and slowly Pressing those lips closer, Isabella closed her eyes in fright. After waiting for a long time, she opened her eyes, and her searching eyes seemed to be able to speak.

"Oils, waxes, softeners, coloring agents, fragrances..." Mycroft looked at the bright red lipstick on Isabella's lips, and couldn't help frowning and analyzed, "The grease may come from dead animal carcasses." …and the lipstick color, which is carmine, which comes from natural cochineal insects, and 7 cochineal insects are squeezed dry to produce 1 liter of dye.”

Isabella rolled her eyes, she looked at Mycroft's Adam's apple rolling up and down, smiled nastyly, and made a sudden move, grabbed McCoff's neat and tidy tie, and then leaned over to bite his Adam's apple Well, Isabella didn't care if the lipstick rubbed on Mycroft's bow tie or collar, anyway, he didn't have any important meetings to hold for a while.

"Now you also have 7 cochineal insects on your body." Isabella's lips were more than half full of makeup, "Okay, as compensation, I will go and explain to Mrs. Holmes."

As a result, Isabella removed her makeup in front of Mrs. Holmes, and McCoff was exonerated from the charge of "derailment".For him, though, it didn't make Mycroft comfortable for long, as soon Sherlock recounted the whole incident through a little red mark on his neckline, and then taunted his brother relentlessly.

"Calm down, Charlie!" warned Mrs. Holmes.

"So, uh, these are actually special effects makeup." Isabella touched her nose.

"Oh, that's good. If Mycroft bullies you, just tell me, and I will definitely teach him a lesson for you." Mrs. Holmes said kindly, next to him in the British Government The Holmes parents could only smile helplessly.

"Thank you, but Mycroft is fine." Isabella curled her lips.

Sherlock curled his lips in boredom, and before he could utter the contemptuous words, he was choked back by Mycroft's eyes that seemed to be eating people.

"Is the turkey ready?" asked Mr. Holmes.

"Oh yes! My turkey, it must be ready, I've put many layers of sauce on it..." Mrs. Holmes jumped up from the sofa, and she hurried into the kitchen.

In the living room, Isabella watched the two Holmes brothers exchange a knowing look at each other. Sherlock took the lead and said, "It's turkey again... What does Thanksgiving have to do with turkey?"

"Because on Thursday in late November 1621, the Puritans from England and the aboriginal Indians gathered together to entertain the Indians by making delicious food from the hunted turkeys. It survived," Mycroft said.

"Then they slaughtered the Indians," Isabella said dissatisfied.

"How grateful..." Sherlock sarcastically said, "Every year is a turkey, but every year..."

"What? Children, it's time to eat." Mrs. Holmes came out with a steaming turkey.

"It's nothing, Mom." Sherlock shut up immediately.

"Yes, Sherlock said he was so hungry that he could have a big meal." Mycroft also spared no effort in cheating his brother, who made Sherlock laugh at him first.

Sherlock gave Mycroft a hard look.It seems that everyone is full of repulsion to the protagonist of Thanksgiving. Isabella sat down next to McCoff. McCoff finely divided the turkey into small portions of equal size at a speed slower than that of a top-level western restaurant. The plate looked orderly and neat. Under Mrs. Holmes' burning eyes, he stuffed the turkey into his mouth as if he was dying. The dry taste was like chewing a wooden board. Why does my family have Thanksgiving? Our family never celebrates Thanksgiving!"

"..." Isabella tasted a small piece of turkey, and her good upbringing made her swallow the food in her mouth with difficulty. She echoed, "Indeed."

"If it wasn't for you two, I don't think I would have to have an American massacre day." Sherlock complained.

"Quiet! Children, eat carefully." Mrs. Holmes knocked on the table.

While Mrs. Holmes was going to get the apple pie, Isabella quickly poured the turkey from the plate onto Mycroft's plate, while Sherlock stuffed the meat from his own plate back into the turkey's stomach. It was completed within five seconds, and McCoff wanted to say that none of his agents had ever been so dexterous.

After struggling to eat a turkey for two, McCoff just wanted to go back to his desk immediately and order a nationwide ban on the sale of turkey.

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