[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Mycroft watched with interest as Isabella deftly blended the viscous creams used to fill in the skin lines, until Isabella squeezed them into long sticks and seriously asked him to close his eyes.

There was a cool touch on the skin, and McCoff smelled a faint wax oil, which should be a skin wax specially used for special effect makeup.It's easy to freely change a person's appearance, but it's very difficult to change someone into another designated person, not to mention the emergency, Isabella doesn't even have time to change the model, she relies entirely on herself The proficient technique, using the simplest props to make the most realistic effect.

With the paint on the brush, she held her breath and traced the eyebrow growth lines on Mycroft's face little by little.The veins of blood vessels and meridians under the skin wax are like fine spider webs. Isabella can only roughly outline them. After all, their time is running out.

"Okay." Isabella breathed a sigh of relief. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the "work" in front of her.

Mycroft looked at the face in the mirror that resembled Prince William, moving the muscles on his face. There was a little stiffness, but it was not serious. He raised his signature smirk. The expression of "Prince William" in the mirror was really horrifying. Now, Mycroft thought, this face is still suitable for the mild and sunny "official" smile that looks a little silly.

After Isabella cleaned up the tools on the table and the bloody cotton swabs in the trash can, she found a large black shirt from the closet and handed it to McCoff, which she used to dress up as a pregnant woman to avoid the monitoring of MI6 Fortunately, it is a unisex shirt.

"The black one will be better, right? Although your wound is wrapped with gauze, if there is bleeding, the black one won't show it."

"Yes, thank you." Mycroft nodded, and Isabella turned around tactfully and closed the door. She also had to change into a dress.

Isabella changed into a yellow and white plaid long dress with wild daisy flowers on it. Before leaving the bedroom door, she specially put on a bean paste-colored lipstick, which made her look better, and the smell of blood in the air was not strong. He smelled it, so he deliberately knocked over a bottle of perfume on the dressing table.

The slightly sour taste of red wine lingers to the tip of the nose first, before the nose is familiar with the sourness of wine tannins, the aroma of roses can not wait to debut with the sweetness of honey and lychee, the rich aroma of roses seems to be in a rose manor, and the sweet The lychee honey scent is like sipping a fruity red wine amidst rose bushes in full bloom.

Isabella pushed open the door. Downstairs, Mycroft was already fully dressed, sitting on the sofa and reading the tomes on her bookshelf.She felt more and more that McCoff's version of "Prince William" was extremely awkward. When McCoff's familiar sharp eyes swept over, she felt for the first time that her elder brother's face was also a bit calm and pretentious. up.

Smelling the scent of perfume in the air, Mycroft raised his head, "It suits you very well."

Isabella blinked, realizing he meant perfume, and she replied, "A round of roses, isn't it nice?"

Before the words were finished, the doorbell rang impatiently, and the two quickly exchanged glances. McCoff nodded slightly, motioning for her to open the door.

It was early morning, and England awoke from the slumber of the night, misty and damp in the air.Isabella pretended to be impatient, and opened the door. Sure enough, there was Wright from Scotland Yard outside the door—the police officer who had spoken rudely to her.

"Is something wrong?" Isabella's tone was extremely bad. She felt like throwing up when she saw Officer Wright's hypocritical face, not to mention that he took Sherlock away with his bad attitude yesterday.

"I really didn't expect you to be living here..." Officer Wright raised his voice, as if surprised, "Good morning, Your Highness."

"Morning," Isabella clutched the doorknob tightly, looked at the policeman behind Officer Wright, "There are so many people, what happened?"

"That's right, I'm also following orders. I heard that an internationally wanted criminal has fled here, so I came here to find out about the situation." Officer Wright said, but kept looking at the door.

"It's normal here," Isabella frowned, "There are no wanted criminals."

"For your safety..." Police Officer Wright stretched out his baton just to touch the crack of the door, seeing Isabella's uneasy face, he explained with a smile, "Scotland Yard can protect you, and it is our duty to investigate all dangerous factors for you. "

Isabella laughed angrily. She said angrily, "What do you mean? Are you going to break into my house? Do you have a search warrant?"

"What's the matter, Isabella?"

Isabella turned her head, and Mycroft came over with a book in his hand. He asked suspiciously. The voice that had been deliberately changed was higher than his usual voice. If he didn't know that "William "Prince" was Macrof's posing, and she really thought it was herself in front of her.

"Brother, Scotland Yard says there are wanted criminals here," Isabella said angrily. "Ha! How funny!"

Officer Wright couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. He stared at "Prince William" with wide eyes. When did His Royal Highness come?Obviously Mrs. Green said that the "wanted criminal" must be hiding in this house, but he is [-]% sure that the man in front of him is His Highness the Prince!The gentle gaze and the occasional habit of touching his chin proved that this was His Royal Highness himself.

"Your Highness...oh, no," Police Officer Wright said hurriedly, "Just asking, did you see any suspicious people last night?"

"No, it's very quiet here," Mycroft smiled good-naturedly, and replied slowly, "It's nothing more than normal. We respect your work, so please understand that the search of the royal residence may require approval .”

"Uh, yes, yes," stammered Officer Wright, gave the little policeman beside him a hard look, and said, "Why are you still standing there?! Go search the next house on this street. "

"Are you all right?" Isabella said angrily.

"Sorry to bother you, Your Highness." Contrary to his arrogance just now, Officer Wright smiled guiltily. This smile made his rosacea even more stupid.

There was no danger, the first wave of temptation was over, and Isabella was about to speak, but Mycroft shook her head lightly, and gestured to the French window beside her from the corner of her eye, Isabella understood, and she came to the window angrily, Sure enough, outside the window, four or five furtive agents dressed up as gardeners, each holding a pair of big shears for pruning leaves, pretending to be trimming the already perfect holly tree. The poor tree was cut here and there. "bald".I really don't know how this group of agents survived. Look at their clean nails. How do they look like the hands of a rough worker?It turns out that not only is MI6 high in goldfish content, but MI5 is not much better.

"Stay away from my house!" Isabella exploded in anger, she opened the window and yelled and drew the curtains tightly.

By the way, McCoff threw the toilet that was secretly thrown in by Officer Wright's group when he opened the door just now, and he pressed the flush button. Standing on the tile wall, he had been struggling just now, the massive blood loss made his eyes go blank, and the world was spinning. Mycroft closed his eyes, and moved out little by little while leaning on the wall.

Isabella looked at Mycroft, who was about to slip to the ground, and ran over in a panic. She helped McCoff, and the moment she touched the man's palm, the scorching temperature made Isabella's heart sink slowly. down.What she was most worried about was wound infection. This house only had a first-aid kit for simple dressings, and there were no antibiotics at all.

Helping him to lie flat on the bed in the guest room, Isabella hastily removed the special effect makeup on McCoff's face. She looked at McCoff's bloodless lips, and her mind turned quickly.

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Mike went offline for a short time.

In order to be a little bit motivated, I’ll update it when the collection exceeds a thousand. Hhhhh I haven’t figured out what to write, it may be parallel to the original time and space, or it may be something else (checking historical data makes me bald) support me!Take it if you have inspiration