[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The memory palace in my head automatically opened the door for Isabella, and she walked eagerly, as if avoiding something.Isabella passed the never-ending stone fountain, her little leather shoes tapped on the marble floor, and when she breathed a sigh of relief and was about to step into the hall, a smile froze on her face.

For God's sake!Who can tell her why the man sitting on the sofa with his back to her appeared here? !

The man in the black suit turned his back to Isabella, raised his long legs gracefully, and put one hand casually on the handle of the black umbrella. His slender fingers caressed the smooth rib intentionally or unintentionally.The man didn't turn his head, but said casually, "Lady, Isabella."

Isabella bit her lower lip tightly, and she hinted to herself in her heart that the man in front of her was just a phantom in her heart, not the real Mycroft.

Hearing no reply, the man turned his head, and the familiar expressionless ice cube face was still there, "What's wrong?"

Isabella suppressed her beating heart, her eyes were complicated, "It's not like you, don't you know deduction?"

The implication is why bother to ask her what happened.

The man frowned, and said slowly: "First of all, that's the name Sherlock gave it, I've never called it such a stupid name. Secondly, this is your memory palace, when you appear here, don't want to let it What I know is naturally meaningless.”

Isabella was noncommittal, she didn't want to use the name Mycroft to refer to the phantom in front of her. She walked up to the man and looked down at him, "...then how did you get in? It's obviously my memory palace."

"You don't have to question the safety of the memory palace. The first reason why I appear here is because I am your teacher. Second," he suddenly raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "It is you who want me to appear here yes, isn't it?"

Before the words fell, Isabella retorted loudly: "I didn't!"

The man just looked at her steadfastly, his perceptive blue eyes were as sharp even in the memory palace, he pushed the hand that was rubbing the black umbrella, and he stood up abruptly, all the pressure was gone break out.too close!too close!Isabella stood still and looked up at the man's high nose bridge. The distance between the two was so close that she could touch his tie button as soon as she raised her hand.

"You're not him," Isabella suddenly realized, she stumbled and took a big step back, "too..."

She wanted to say that it was too unfamiliar, and Mycroft would no longer use that indifferent honorific to talk to her in private. The phantom in front of him seemed to know her inner thoughts, and he replied with a half-smile: "Isn't your tone now the tone you think McCoff should have as an ICEMAN?"

It hit the most panic point in Isabella's heart. She didn't dare to look at him again. Isabella turned around and staggered up the stairs, pushing open one door after another. She didn't know which room she ran into. In the house, she locked the door behind her back, leaning her back against the wooden door and breathing heavily.That phantom was right, what she was afraid of was that if Mycroft found out about her affection, would he show his indifference towards Miss Green, with one mouthful of unfamiliar "yourself" and the relationship between the royal princess and government officials? The already insurmountable gap was once again stretched farther than mountains and seas.

Maybe she went back to school for a few days to calm herself down... Isabella thought before falling into a deep sleep.

Her Royal Highness, who had fallen into a drowsy sleep, would not know that at the other end of the Whitehall, today was as crowded as the election day. The many scandalous evidences about Clare Green brought out by Mr. Holmes at the emergency meeting shocked everyone present. The cabinet ministers were all stunned, and even the Prime Minister, who had received the news of McCoff early in the morning, couldn't help but turn black.

"Oh my God!" the Chancellor of the Exchequer sighed blankly, "selling arms, selling state secrets, hiring assassins to kill people, and the kidnapping case many years ago..."

"It's amazing! I didn't expect her to do such a thing!"

Everyone woke up like a dream, and expressed their indignation towards Claire Green. After all, Mrs. Green was dead, and everyone pushed the wall down. Next, it is self-evident who is at the helm of the Military Intelligence Department. The old foxes in the cabinet have their own hearts Erqing, without the acquiescence of Mr. Prime Minister, Sherlock Holmes would not be able to pry MI5 alone. It seems that a consensus has been reached on abandoning Claire Green.

The young Mr. Holmes nodded and continued, including the sudden death of Mr. Green many years ago, which was also caused by Claire Green.Claire and Baron Rosen were in love back then, but because of the disparity in their identities, the old Duke of Campbell wanted to marry her to Mr. Green, who was very prosperous in the political arena at that time and would soon be honored.

Claire, who was still a little girl back then, showed superhuman dormancy and endurance, and was able to successfully seize power after many years. If it wasn't because Mr. Green broke Claire's affair with Baron Rosen, Claire hadn't planned to get rid of it. lose her husband.

Mr. Green, who has been undertaking national security missions all his life, would never have imagined that he died not at the hands of terrorists or spies of enemy countries, but at the hands of his bedside people.

"Then the work of MI5 will also be in charge of by McCoff." The Prime Minister rubbed his throbbing temples. Claire Green's case is too big, so that even if McCoff got through with him before, listening to it today still makes him uncomfortable. People can't stand it, not to mention that he himself has a little migraine.

Hearing this sentence, the ministers of the cabinet exchanged winks. Since ancient times, MI5 and MI6 have been in charge of different departments, and there has never been a situation where one person is in charge. It is not because of anything else, but because one department is already very complicated. However, there are very few officials who can take care of both domestic and foreign counter-terrorism tasks.It took this Mr. Holmes less than six years from the time he came to MI6 to the time he acquired the entire Military Intelligence Service.

After leaving the meeting room, the Chancellor pushed his glasses, took the seat next to McCoff first, and tentatively said as he walked, "Mr. Holmes, congratulations..."

Mycroft didn't say a word, with his usual smirk on his face.

The purpose of the Chancellor of the Exchequer is very simple. He aimed at McCoff's promising future and young age. Most importantly, he is not yet married.The youngest daughter of the Chancellor of the Exchequer's family graduated from university this year and was arranged by him to work in the city hall. It would be the best if he could pull the strings. He had to take McCoff down before others reacted.

"Cough..." The Chancellor of the Exchequer scratched his head and said in a low voice mysteriously, "Mr. Holmes, I wonder if you are free this weekend? Diana—my youngest daughter, has always admired you very much..."

McCoff only glanced at the flushed Chancellor of the Exchequer, and knew what he was going to say next. McCoff pushed back calmly: "It's my honor, but it's a pity that the Middle East is still not stable. Then I'm really sorry, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to keep the appointment... By the way, I heard that the military expenditure for this month has been reduced again?"

"Ah...hahaha, haha," the Chancellor of the Exchequer laughed dryly, "There is nothing, there is nothing."

"That's good." Mycroft smiled "kindly".

Somehow, the poor chancellor realized that he had been perfunctory when McCoff was gone, and that the Middle East was not stable...God knows when that place was stable!

Mycroft glanced down at his pocket watch, his lips were drawn into a line, and his secretary, Anthea, was waiting for him at the door of his office.

"BOSS," she said.

"Well," Mycroft said flatly, "I bought the single-family villa I saw before in Westminster area first. The decoration style is based on the rural style of the 90s, and the dressing room is furnished separately."

"Yes. Sir!" Anthea, as a good secretary of the country, never asked why the boss ordered.There was no emotion on her face, but she was gossiping wildly in her heart.

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