[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Silence spread between the two of them. Isabella glanced at the man's calm face. She looked down at his straight suit and tie. The Windsor knot was tightly tied. Mycroft never made a mistake in dressing.

The man's deep eyes are like a piece of ancient and gloomy ink, as if one more glance will be contaminated with his breath and imprinted with his mark.

Mycroft turned his head and replied flatly: "It means that your memory palace method needs more practice."

"...Well," Isabella said in a muffled voice, "it is indeed too difficult to reach the level of Wikipedia."

He picked up the pen in his hand, continued to review the remaining documents, and asked vaguely, "Has Sherlock caused you any trouble recently?"

Isabella replied in surprise: "Oh, you should ask, when did Sherlock not cause trouble? But fortunately, I also like his detective games..."

Without missing the guilty conscience in her last sentence, Mycroft casually looked up at her, "That's what I'm worried about. Sherlock always drags you into various dangerous cases..."

"so?"

"I have prepared a new house for you in the Westminster area. If you want, you can move in today."

"... Excuse me, is it full of cameras in all directions?"

"..."

"The streets are full of your agents all day long?" Isabella immediately added, "It's like Second Baker Street."

"..." Mycroft raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and suddenly felt a faint pain in his teeth. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the decayed tooth, and said after deliberation, "You still want to accept our protection."

"No, I hate the feeling of being watched in my life..." Isabella crossed her arms, brushed the non-existing goosebumps on her arms with a cold face, and then she joked, "Unless you personally 24-hour personal surveillance."

"That's really a very luxurious package. I'm afraid there is no second person in history with such surveillance treatment." After signing the last document, Mycroft put down his pen and crossed his hands and fingers in front of his chin.He looked at Isabella with a half-smile, and the hair on the back of the latter was standing on end under his stare.

"..." She smiled mischievously, with erratic eyes, "To be honest, the profession of consulting detectives is really much more interesting..."

"Sorry, I have to remind you," Mycroft interrupted her with a frown. He began to regret his decision to put Isabella in 221B, although he has been forcing himself not to put too much Focus on Isabella, but when Anthea reported Sherlock's whereabouts for a day, he could always hear the name of Her Royal Highness in it. Do you still remember your identity?"

"Oh, of course..." Isabella slammed her entire body into the back of the sofa, pushed back on her toes, and swiveled the seat back a meter.

"Lady." Mycroft couldn't help reminding.

"NOPE!!" After speaking, Isabella made a face.As if mocking Mycroft.

The office door was knocked twice rhythmically, and with the consent of the people inside, the secretary Anthea dutifully pushed the door open and said, "Boss, you have an emergency meeting in 10 minutes."

He nodded, and after a few seconds, he called An Xiya again and said, "Send Your Highness back."

"Okay..." An Xiya's words were interrupted.

"No, I drove here by myself." Isabella shook the car keys on her fingertips.

"Given the personal safety you just encountered a few days ago, driving now is not worthy of approval."

"But I wasn't the one who drove that night..." Isabella rubbed her nose, trying to reason, "Unless I change to the subway, otherwise accidents like traffic accidents are possible."

"..."

"Besides, who will help me drive my car back here? Mr. Holmes, you?" Isabella thought of a government official in a strict three-piece suit driving her stylish car. The big red supercar is simply terrifying, she shook her head and threw out the horrifying picture in her mind, "Besides, Caringisnotanadvantage, sir."

Mycroft, who was told back by Isabella, didn't feel good. He didn't insist, but just nodded to indicate that the secretary could step down first.

"I will remember to attend the royal event on time, see you then." Isabella's hand touched the doorknob and opened the door. She straightened her spine and stepped on the ground with her high-heeled shoes. Every step seemed to be measured with a ruler Pass.Proud, dignified, and elegant are her side as a royal princess.

There is also a reason for rejecting the "intimate" service from MI6. The event about the [-]th anniversary of the establishment of the George VI Daytime Events Memorial Hall was arranged two days later, and on the eve of the event, Her Majesty the Queen invited many princes and nobles to the royal family's private racecourse to watch the horse race Performance.Isabella had to drive back to Baker Street before noon, and then drove into the private horse farm in a royal vehicle in a low-key manner.

Her Majesty the Queen loves horses. Since she took over the heavy crown from her father when she was a girl, the responsibility has always been on her back. Hu Xiao, her long-suppressed emotions were finally vented when she followed the horse galloping wholeheartedly.It's like going back to my childhood, and she is no longer the monarch of Great Britain, but Elizabeth, the eldest daughter of King George VI.

Isabella was sitting in the royal vehicle. At this time, she had changed into a conservative and elegant light blue woolen waist dress with a woolen waistcoat of the same color. A sapphire brooch with silver needles and pearls woven into a garland, she held up her slanted top hat—Isabella had always considered it a stupid design that could neither keep out the wind nor the rain , the only usefulness may be to block the sun, which has to find the right direction, so that the inclined side faces the sun.

Because the Queen has always hated fish-toe shoes and wedge shoes, she thinks these shoes are not elegant enough, so Isabella specially chose a pair of round-toed high-heeled shoes with a suitable heel. She got out of the car and saw them from a long distance. Princess Eugenie, after greeting the noble lords present one by one, she dawdled and followed Princess Eugenie.

Her Majesty the Queen was busy introducing her favorite horse to the Duke of Cavendish beside her. Isabella stood at the outermost layer of the crowd with a polite smile on her lips. Asked: "Why didn't you see my sister?"

Princess Eugenie looked around cautiously, and whispered: "She has been recuperating behind closed doors at Windsor Castle..."

"I know, but it's been too long, isn't it? And isn't she most interested in horse racing?" Isabella asked intentionally.

"Uh, I don't know the specifics," Princess Eugenie said in a low voice, "Maybe it's because you haven't gotten over the hurt?"

"Well, I hope she gets better soon," said Isabella sympathetically.

Her Majesty the Queen and several princes and nobles walked farther and farther, and soon entered the arena to watch the horse race. The carefully selected horses this time have won international awards. The race must be very exciting.

Isabella was still standing with Princess Eugenie. She looked at Kate beside Prince William in front, and Prince Harry standing on the other side. Since the commoner princess gave birth to the little prince for the royal family, she The word-of-mouth of the British public has been greatly improved, and even the support rate of the royal family has also increased by several points.I still remember that a few years ago, Prince Harry couldn't understand why the royal family allowed to marry a commoner princess. In a blink of an eye, even Isabella, who didn't pay much attention to entertainment news, heard about her second brother's scandal.

"The horse that runs first is Lucia's child." Isabella said suddenly.

"What?" Princess Eugenie didn't respond.

"My first pony, a birthday present from my grandma when I was eight years old."

"Oh, I remembered, that horse has such a good temper. No matter who touches it, it bows its head."

"But only I can ride it, and it only recognizes me," Isabella said lightly, "It's very similar to Lucia, with the same fiery red mane and a pinch of white hair on its forehead."

"Ah, is Rukia still in our stable?"

"It died, when I was 12."

Isabella's eyes seemed to be unfocused. She clearly looked at the stadium in the distance, but felt that nothing fell into her eyes. Isabella's tone was flat, neither sad nor happy, as if she was telling someone else's story.

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