[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"I'll keep my mouth shut," Isabella stretched out her index finger and slowly rubbed her temples, "It really worries me to be passively involved in these things..."

"I'm very sorry, it's my dereliction of duty..."

Isabella shook her head, "No, that's not what I meant."

Of course, Mycroft knew what she was implying. The royal family should not interfere in politics. Isabella knew too many secrets, although most of them were not voluntarily learned by her.

"I know," he said softly, staring deeply at Isabella with his wise eyes, "Did it never occur to you that you and I belong to the same side?"

Her solemn expression suddenly fell off, and a pleasant smile climbed up her brows again. Isabella nodded and said, "Yes."

"Okay, don't worry, your first task now is to learn the memory palace and try to control negative emotions."

Feeling that McCoff meant something, Isabella lowered her head and straightened the folds of her clothes.Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and after getting the approval of Mycroft, a slightly plump woman walked in. She was wearing a decent suit and skirt. Her facial features were not stunning, but she had an inexplicable affinity.

"Boss, you have a meeting with Mr. Prime Minister in 10 minutes." The woman said respectfully.

Isabella raised her eyebrows. She didn't miss the woman's well-manicured nails and slightly thick thumbs. The woman's back was straight, but her shoulders and neck were involuntarily leaning forward. It should be because she often lowered her head. Combined with her fingers... She must be often on the phone to deal with affairs.

"Your new secretary?" she asked.

"Anthea," Mycroft said quietly.

"Hello, Your Highness." An Xiya bowed slightly.

McCoff picked up a document on the table and ordered: "Send Her Royal Highness back to 221B."

"No, I want to go back to Buckingham Palace first, my computer is still there," she said plaintively, "not only the final exam, but I have two academic papers due... and there is a high table dinner next month have to participate."

"I believe none of this is a problem for you," Mycroft said with a smirk, "As for the traditional banquet at Cambridge University... it is to repackage what everyone knows and add some inscrutable theories to make the audience seem to understand. If you don’t understand, as if you think you have acquired such incisive knowledge, my suggestion is whether to go or not.”

"I agree with you very much, but the secretariat of the project committee strongly invites you. I think if there is nothing else, it's okay to go and listen."

After leaving the Diogenes Club, Anthea sent her to Buckingham Palace, confirming Isabella's conjecture along the way. Mycroft's new secretary was indeed a heavy mobile phone addict. She sat in the co-pilot and kept He lowered his head and pressed the button of his phone, probably sending a text message.

Isabella borrowed a charging cable, and her poor mobile phone finally turned on. The BlackBerry almost crashed, and text messages and calls came one after another.

First came a call from the royal family, probably asking what happened to the report on the marijuana party.Then there were text messages one after another. There was a message from Alston Hill asking her what was going on, and a message from Carol asking if she was safe. Of course, the most striking ones were the messages from Sherlock:

"Where are you? If you have nothing to do, please come to 221B quickly.——SH"

"Come quickly if you need anything.——SH"

"Are you with the fat man? Please call back if you see it.——SH"

……

Isabella couldn't help laughing out loud, she saved these few messages, and when Sherlock made her angry, she would send the messages to Mycroft's phone, and make fun of Sherlock.

She sneaked out, so naturally she couldn't go through the main entrance. Isabella turned her head and smiled at Anthea. The latter immediately understood what she meant. Anthea got into the car and directed the driver to turn around and leave.

There was no one around, she took a deep breath, she really didn’t know why she was wearing a skirt before going out, Isabella tied the corners of the skirt, first a run-up, and then firmly grasped the wall, she knew which wall this wall was There is a place where she can put her feet, and she turned over, and she landed perfectly.Clapping the dust off his hands, he was about to lift his feet to walk into the hall when suddenly a familiar figure flashed past the carved window.Isabella, holding her breath and hiding behind a tree, saw Clare Green hurrying through the Royal Gardens.

Isabella came out from behind the tree after Claire Green left her sight. Her Majesty the Queen will attend the [-]th anniversary of the establishment of the King George VI Memorial Hall next month. She thought that Claire was here to discuss the security of this matter. Work, there is no deep thinking.

Stepping into the corridor on the second floor, she happened to meet Ariel, her personal maid, "Your Highness! Where have you been these few days?" Ariel asked anxiously. Isabella often sneaked out of the palace in defiance of the ban. , but this was the first time that there was no news for three or four days, which made Ariel so flustered that she couldn't sleep or eat.

Isabella stretched out her index finger and tapped her lips, signaling to Ariel to speak softer. She smiled meaningfully and asked, "What are you talking about? Haven't I been in the palace all the time?"

Ariel knew she had made a slip of the tongue, and she quickly changed her words: "Yes, yes, you have been here, Your Highness. I was wrong."

"Has Granny returned from Windsor Castle?"

"Not yet, but Her Royal Highness Princess Beatrice returned from Xianringham Manor yesterday."

Isabella opened the door and entered the bedroom, letting Ariel change into a comfortable two-layer peacock blue ankle-length dress for her.It was time to eat in a while, but fortunately, only she and her sister were in Buckingham Palace, so there was no need to taste the healthy and organic British dishes that looked exquisite but were not flattering on that solemn long table.

There was a wheezing sound outside the door, accompanied by the harsh sound of claws scratching the door.Scott opened the door with his little nose, twisted his short legs, and jumped on Isabella happily when he saw her.

"Wang! Wang!"

Isabella bent down and picked it up. After a few days of absence, the corgi puppy's drooping ears had been pricked up vigorously. It should have just been bathed, and it smelled of strawberries.

"Scott was too naughty. Mr. Housekeeper didn't notice the day before yesterday. To avoid stepping on it, he stumbled." Ariel said.

"Oh, God bless! That's really rude," said Isabella, pinching the nape of his neck gently. "Be a gentleman, Scott! Don't be so reckless."

"Woo..." The corgi puppy whimpered from its throat, pretending not to hear what its master said, and just buried the dog's head in Isabella's shoulder.

Ariel looked at the uncharacteristically obedient and docile corgi, hesitating to speak, knowing that when the little princess was not around, it was mischievous and difficult, and three servants had already been scratched while bathing it.

"Sorry, I have to hurry up and finish the thesis proposal..." Isabella rubbed Scott's head and hugged it to Ariel, "Let's play with it for a while."

The puppy let out a low growl of dissatisfaction, and Ariel carefully held its short legs.Isabella held the laptop in her arms with one hand and said goodbye to her pet dog. She walked through several deep corridors and pushed the door into the study.

After logging into her school forum account, Isabella flipped through dozens of unread text messages on the site. There were activity reminders from clubs and exam notifications automatically pushed by the educational administration system. Isabella read one and deleted one until she After seeing the email from Isaac Hall—it seems that he saw the list of this year's High Table Dinner, he also submitted an application, and wanted to ask Isabella if there was anything she needed to pay attention to.

The time was five days ago. Isabella replied a message to him with simple words, and emptied the inbox with one click. She finished reading the thesis request documents, and went to the online library area to pick out a few books. The speed was extremely fast flipping through.

The gentle breeze brings a soothing and relaxing tea fragrance. As the sun and the moon alternate, the starry sky seems to be within reach. There are nightingales singing on the pine branches. The melodious birdsong interrupts Isabella's thoughts. She had just finished writing the frame of the thesis, and looking at the half-empty latte in her hand, she realized that Ariel had turned on the wall lamp in the room at some point, and lit a light tea aroma diffuser on the window sill.

After Isabella drank the last sip of coffee, she saved the file and opened the news page casually. The front page was occupied by Lancaster Rosen. The scandal was unleashed, and the report was filled with contempt and anger towards this once-popular and powerful politician. At the end of the article, it was mentioned that Baron Rosen had been dismissed from his post, and that he would be held legally accountable .

People in the comment section don't care about Lancaster Rosen's role in the British government, they are only shocked that they pay so much tax every year, and they have raised such a "criminal".The news was released in the afternoon. At that time, I had been waiting for McCoff for so long at the Diogenes Club, so he should have dealt with this matter.In the Internet age, information is fermenting too fast. In less than half a day, Lancaster Rosen's sons and family business were all wiped out. McCauf did not forget to dismiss Ronaldinho who worked in customs. Mr. Sen's job.

Political disputes are like this, and the ending must be cruel. Isabella closed the computer, thinking about something in her heart, and her walking sound slowed down. When she turned into the reception room, Scott was biting a The manservant's bow tie, no matter how much he begged, he would not let go.

Poor manservant, he didn't dare to take tough measures against Her Royal Highness's pet dog, so he could only calm down its emotions slowly. This corgi inherited the stubborn character of the Scottish shepherd dog, and everything it looked for Never change easily.

"Scott! Let go!" Isabella rushed over, and the fierce puppy, baring its teeth, restrained itself when it heard the voice of its owner, and obediently let go of its crumpled bow tie. Wrapping around Isabella in a pitiful manner, stretching out two short and small front legs to grab her shoes.

It sticks out its tongue, as if laughing, as if the faux pas just now had nothing to do with it.The manservant held his ragged bow tie and stood there with a wooden face. He was stunned by the speed of this little ancestor's face-changing. The coquettish corgi circling around Her Royal Highness still made them go round and round. The "little devil"?

Of course Isabella didn't know what the "well-behaved" Scott did behind her back at Buckingham Palace. In terms of mischief, this dog with the same name as Sherlock may really have talent.

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