[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

In the late autumn, the crown of the oak tree is dyed with a rich orange. In the drizzle, the beech is stretched in the breeze, and every inch of its branches is covered with rainwater, washing away the dust from many days.

Cambridge University on the rest day did not stop its hasty pace, it is the highest palace of knowledge dreamed by many students.The early morning sun shone on the Cam River, casting sparkles on the river surface. Isabella had no time to appreciate the magnificent scenery on both sides of the river. She carried a traditional English Cambridge bag, bowed her head and walked quickly towards the library.

In Cambridge, it is easy to distinguish between students and tourists. Most of the people who are in a hurry are students, while most of the people who stroll slowly and stop at Cambridge to enjoy the beautiful scenery are tourists.

Intensive exams and papers followed, and for at least two or three weeks, Isabella stayed in school, living a two-point and one-line life between the dormitory and the library.She ignored all the "junk messages" from Sherlock.The short college life is coming to an end soon, and Isabella still has the idea of ​​further studies, and Her Majesty the Queen also expressed her support for this. After all, Her Royal Highness graduated from Cambridge University with a Ph.D.

"Isabella?"

Stepping into the last step of the library, Isabella paused. She turned around to look at the person coming, and said in surprise, "Isaac?"

"What a coincidence," he scratched his short disheveled hair, showing a shy smile, "It's really not easy to meet you on campus...Are you going to study by yourself?"

"Well, there is an exam tomorrow." She nodded.

"Well..." Isaac's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter? You seem to have something to tell me."

"Originally, I planned to invite you to visit the rowing competition in the academy tomorrow... But since you have something to do, then forget it."

"I remember that, legacy item isn't it?"

"Yes," he grinned happily, "I got No.2 last year!"

"Congratulations," Isabella said politely, "Uh, if there's nothing else, I'll go in first?"

"Ah, ok, ok," he stammered, his eyes wandering from side to side, "that... the day of the High Table dinner, can I invite you to join me? Uh, I don't mean anything else... just, just It’s the first time I participated, and I don’t understand a lot of things…”

"I'm sorry," Isabella pursed her lips, looked at Isaac with apologetic eyes, and said, "I was in a hurry that day. I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the dinner. I have already submitted a statement to the secretariat."

The disappointment in Isaac's eyes did not escape her eyes. Isabella smiled alienatedly, said excuse me, and followed a large group of international students into the library with elegant square steps.

This is the largest library of the University of Cambridge, with tens of thousands of rare books in its collection, and many orphan books that can be called historical relics are also stored in the bookshelves.With so many languages ​​and a wide range of subjects, people wander in the ocean of knowledge, marveling at the breadth of knowledge and their own insignificance.

Isabella loves the coffee provided by the library. Although it is a special blend of Blue Mountain, it has appropriate sour, bitter, fragrant, mellow, and sweet tastes at the same time. The aftertaste is sweet and mellow. It is a typical Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee with a slight Bitterness was within her acceptable range.

The white fingers dance lightly on the laptop, as if playing a piece of Chopin.In her free time, Isabella picked up the warm coffee, steaming hot, moistening her curled eyelashes like butterfly wings.In the center of the news pop-up window in the lower right corner are the names of Princess Beatrice and Paolo Riuzo written in large characters. When you click on it, some unscrupulous media are still speculating about Her Royal Highness's private life.

Princess Beatrice broke up with Paul completely. She locked herself in Windsor Castle for several weeks, thanking guests behind closed doors and living in seclusion. Anyway, Isabella secretly thanked her sister for getting rid of her boyfriend who had a violent criminal record. Isabella didn't know if Princess Beatrice still couldn't let her go. Maybe even breaking up was a death order from the royal family. In her eyes, the royal family always liked to beat mandarin ducks with sticks.

Since childhood, Isabella's exclusive teacher has praised her speed reading and mental arithmetic ability.Even in Cambridge University, where there are many geniuses and elites everywhere, her thinking ability can be regarded as one of the best.The days of concentrating on studying at school always pass quickly, and the last exam is approaching in a blink of an eye. Isabella took a pen and a water glass and greeted her classmates one by one outside the classroom door.

The cool forest wind brushed the girl's red-blond temple hair, and Isabella, who had finished handing in the exam in less than an hour, carried her handbag and headed for a flamboyant and gorgeous fiery red latest car parked by the side of the road. The sports car goes away.

I finally finished all the subjects, and the exam that lasted for nearly a month has come to an end. The 6th anniversary of the founding of the George VI Daytime Memorial Hall is very important. For this reason, Isabella received a message from MI[-] a week ago Contingency plans for event security.As she expected, the bank robbery that caused the Oolong incident was like an inflection point. The "Iron Lady" Claire Green, who was once all-powerful in the British government, gradually declined. There were whispers about Claire Green at the Rose Party, privately.

Claire Green, who once played politics with one hand and claimed to be Britain's second "Iron Lady" after Margaret Thatcher, is indeed at the end of her battle. Even though she is still in the top position of MI5, everyone knows that she can no longer control her subordinates. people.In the recent British government, the atmosphere is tense, and a war without gunpowder is almost imminent. Everyone is tense, for fear that they will be involved in this political struggle and become innocent victims.

Mrs. Green's party members are still struggling needlessly, and the atmosphere is getting more and more oppressive. At every routine security meeting, Mrs. Green's carefully maintained face can no longer hold up, and she is quietly suppressed in the political arena. The defeat caused fine lines to appear on the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't hide the fatigue in her fierce gaze.

In stark contrast to Mrs. Green's accomplices who are declining is Mycroft Holmes, who has always been in control of the overall situation without any haste, step by step to net Claire Green and her accomplices into his trap, no matter how dull a politician is, he should understand Now, the young Mr. Holmes in front of him is the future helm of the British government. No, it is not so much that he needs the British government as a stage, it is better to say that the British government needs his brain.

Mycroft is like a sophisticated supercomputer, and the conclusions made by various departments are sent to him. He is like a central exchange station, a clearinghouse.Others are experts, but his specialty is omniscient.When two irrelevant matters were sent to his desk, he could accurately find the connection between them and give the best solution. Numerous facts proved that McCoff's decision-making was foolproof.He is the nerve center of the British government.

Here, Isabella starts the engine, and the cool red sports car is galloping like a shadow. Regarding the security situation of the [-]th anniversary of the establishment of the George VI Daytime Memorial Hall, there are some details that she needs to confirm with McCauf .

From the few words in the daily activities of the rose party, she knew that Mycroft had been promoted again. In the discussion meeting of the group of rich kids, the most recent topics were Claire Green and Holmes Holmes.Regarding the former, the heirs of the family who have deep interests in her hope that the "Iron Lady" can make a comeback, while those who hate and fear her secretly rejoice in the lady's decline, hoping that she will collapse soon.As for the latter, the group of wealthy heirs who are proficient in eating, drinking, and having fun all looked hesitant and weird. Some people tried to contact Mr. Holmes, but they were all blocked by him without any surprise.

How to hold onto the winner's thigh at the critical moment of the British government's power struggle and seize the opportunity to build a relationship is something that this group of businessmen tacitly understand.

On the side of the solemn Whitehall road, an eye-catching fiery red luxury sports car is parked arrogantly on the side of the road, which looks so abrupt among the small black cars of the same style and color.Isabella opened the car door, and under the attention of the people around her, she stepped on her stiletto heels and walked in. Sure enough, the guard stretched out his hand and stopped her.

"Isabella Mountbatten Windsor, come to see Mr. Holmes." She raised her eyebrows.

"Your Highness," the doorman snapped to attention and saluted her, "Go in and go straight. Mr. Holmes has a new office."

Politicians of all colors shuttled through Whitehall in a hurry, and many of them were familiar faces on TV.A sinister gaze fell on her, and Isabella turned her head to look sensitively. In the corner near the wall, Claire Green stared at her coldly with her straight back, and her already huge hooked nose looked even more ridiculous. , in the shadows, half of her face could not be seen clearly, it only seemed that she was more sinister and terrifying like a witch.

Isabella hooked her lips lightly, and it was the secretary Anthea who came to meet her. This time she came directly to McCoff without saying hello, which shocked Anthea, but she is worthy of being a good secretary next to McCoff, Anthea quickly regained her composure, and she said politely: "Your Highness, the boss is in a meeting, would you like to go to the lounge and wait for a while?"

"Okay." Isabella nodded.In fact, they haven't seen each other for a long time. The last time they saw each other was at the Diogenes Club.In the past few weeks, Mycroft has rarely been deaf to some of her outrageous little actions, and even she herself wonders if there is some big crisis in London that McCoff has no time to distract her.

The lounge is not big, the sofa looks soft and comfortable, Anthea thoughtfully made tea for her, these are not the point, the point is that there is already a charming young lady sitting on the sofa.

Isabella stood at the door and looked at her calmly—the long chestnut hair has been carefully cared for, and the curvature of each curl is in the most perfect state. The eye makeup and lip makeup are specially selected. Her white floral long-sleeved dress looked delicate and thin.Looking at her demeanor and figure, the skin on her calf has turned blue due to the cold all year round, making her expression impeccable every moment.

This should be a literary worker, such as a model or an actor.

Anthea reacted and introduced to Isabella, "This is Suzanne Green, the daughter of Mrs. Green."

"Hello, I'm Isabella." She said reservedly.

"His Royal Highness Princess Isabella." Anthea added.

"Oh!" Suzanne hurriedly stood up and curtseyed, "Hello, Your Highness, it's a great honor to meet you."

"Yes, it's the first time I've seen you too, so it turns out that Mrs. Green has such a beautiful daughter," Isabella sat down gracefully, and she asked casually, "May I ask, are you an actress? "

"How do you know..." Suzanne was extremely surprised, "I joined a small film crew after graduating from college last year, making some messy movies..."

"Okay, I will go to see your work, I think it must be very to my taste." Isabella said politely.

"Er...actually most of them haven't been released yet..."

Before the words fell, there was a rhythmic crisp sound of leather shoes tapping the ground in the corridor, and the sound stopped until the door of the lounge.The gentleman in the three-piece dark gray suit greeted them politely: "I'm sorry, I have a meeting, and I kept you waiting for a long time."

"No, no, Mr. Holmes," Susannah could hardly hide the smile on her face under Mycroft's clear eyes, she said reluctantly, "The time is just right..."

Mycroft nodded gently, and then he went to look at Isabella, his gray-blue eyes were bottomless, and he carefully concealed the emotions in his heart.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes." Isabella stood up and smiled.

"Good afternoon, Your Royal Highness." He moved his Adam's apple and replied flatly.

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