[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

A dark cloud covered the sky over Cambridgeshire. As usual, the rainy day in the UK always came so suddenly. It was a good weather when I went out tomorrow morning, but after a morning class, I changed my temper. Slow down, Isabella wore a newly bought dark green woolen dress today, the length just reached the ankle, if she waded back to the dormitory, the skirt would be stained.

She opened the window, and a burst of fresh and moist characteristic rain came to her face. The clouds were not thick, and the wind speed was also fast. She calculated that the rain this time would not last long.

There were only students in twos and threes left in the classroom, and most of them had the same idea as her, to wait for the rain to stop before leaving, and some students took out their laptops, apparently planning to do self-study in the classroom.

Betty finished packing her things absent-mindedly, followed the flow of people pouring out of the classroom with her head down, and walked out the door. Isabella didn't know what happened to her, but she only wondered if Professor McVitie poked her in the face harshly when he gave her a lecture. pride.

Christmas is approaching again, Isabella looks at the calendar on her mobile phone in a daze, and her older sister, Princess Beatrice, finally sneaks away from the royal family and flies to the United States by herself. Hurry up and return to England within three days, but a week has passed, and it seems that Her Royal Highness, who has been dazzled by love, has forgotten her identity.

A new message popped up, telling her that Her Majesty the Queen will organize a dinner at Buckingham Palace tonight. Isabella slowly frowned. She didn't want to attend these complicated banquets of princes and nobles.But thinking that her sister in the United States ignored His Majesty's advice, Isabella didn't want to get into trouble for the time being. It seemed that this banquet could not be avoided no matter what.

The rain gradually stopped. Isabella was standing under the eaves of the hall. The students passing by on the street turned up their collars to keep out the cold. She lifted her skirts and walked carefully on tiptoe. She walked slowly and steadily, with a little splash Can't even splash.

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In London, it was raining, and the weather was gloomy and cold today. Even the black coffee Anthea made became cold very quickly.

Mycroft had just finished his work in the morning, and his temples were throbbing with pain after reviewing documents for a long time.He put on a long black woolen coat over the standard three-piece suit, and Anthea made an appointment for him at his favorite French restaurant, where the cherry mousse cakes were very delicious. Kejia, thinking that the delightful dessert time is coming, Mycroft walked on the corridor of the Whitehall, even nodding to his colleagues and smiling more sincerely.

The rain was not heavy, but it was freezing cold when it fell on the body.Mycroft propped up the little black umbrella he never left, and walked towards his special car like an old-fashioned gentleman.

Suddenly, a woman with disheveled hair ran over from the side. Although Mycroft hadn't been on the field for a long time, the muscle reflex left over from his years of secret service made him sideways avoid the woman's hand.

The security guards around him took action after being stunned for a second. The heavily armed agents raised their guns and aimed at the lady. She looked very unseemly, and the cold rain made her hair stick to her cheeks in messy strands. On the way, she was pressed backhanded in front of the car by the agent who arrived in time.

After seeing the woman's face clearly, Mycroft was silent for a moment, and he gestured for the agent who was holding a gun to the back of the woman's head to back off.

"Miss Green." He nodded grimly.

The woman's delicate and charming face, which should have been invincible, lost all the elegance of the past, and she was convicted of being the biggest and most hidden "criminal" politician in Britain in the past ten years. Claire Green's daughter, Susannah Green, was originally clinging to after the death of her mother. Those rich and powerful people all changed their tone overnight and avoided her.

"Sir, you are not ICEMAN." Suzanne's voice was hoarse and ugly, as if it had been polished by sandpaper, and the two eyes in her sunken eye sockets stared at McCoff, "You are DEMON ..."

"Sorry, if you have nothing else to do, you'd better leave first, I'm not in the mood to listen to your groundless accusations." Mycroft said coldly.

"Why is there nothing else..." Suzanne seemed to remember something, she struggled to get up, and the agent who was pressing her arms added a little more strength to restrain her, she shouted, " You killed my brother first, and then my mother... Mycroft Holmes, is it my turn next? Why don't you kill me!"

Mycroft seemed to have heard some joke, he raised his head high, "Miss Green, your brother died of a drug overdose, I am very sorry about that, as for your mother, it was not I who killed her, it was The law. Even if I don’t execute her for the crimes I committed, I would still die according to the laws of the British Empire. As for you, as long as you don’t violate the interests of the empire, I don’t think you need to worry about your personal safety.”

"..." Suzanne was stunned, and she screamed, calling him the most vicious words, "You hypocrite! Didn't you kill my brother?! They are right, you have no heart, no feelings, Not only that, you are a demon!"

Anthea stepped forward, trying to signal the agent to shut the woman's mouth.Mycroft shook his head. He opened the car door with a cold smile on his lips before he sat in, "You're wrong, I'm just a small civil servant, and I'm the last official in the British government."

As he spoke, Mycroft closed the car door, and the driver understood, kicking the accelerator to start the car.Suzanne's ferocious face was pulled long until it disappeared in the rearview mirror and could no longer be seen.

Anthea was sitting in the co-pilot, and carefully glanced at her boss's face in the mirror. It was very calm, and her tight and thin lips were as curved as usual.

"Let the restaurant prepare it again, and add a caramel puff pastry in addition to the cherry cake." Mycroft said suddenly.

"Yes, BOSS." Anthea picked up the phone, her fingers fluttered and began to give orders.It seems that Ms. Green's quarrel has affected Mr. Holmes' mood, otherwise Mr. who has just been told by the dentist to control his sugar would not be able to break the fast and eat too much sugar.

"The banquet in the evening is destined to be traditional British cuisine again..." Mycroft glanced at his schedule painfully, "so the empire on which the sun never sets will not get good food from the various colonies in the past few hundred years. Do you want to learn from other people's recipes?"

Anthea lowered her head and didn't dare to speak. She complained frantically in her heart, what recipe?Is it Indian special curry paste or a messy meal of boiled leaves and fried bugs in an unknown small country?

Isabella's lunch was pitifully simple compared with McCauf's hearty French meal.She missed her lunch time, so she bought a German hot dog at the supermarket and hurriedly filled her stomach. She also needed to take a taxi back to Buckingham Palace.This is probably the most tragic royal princess ever.

"To Buckingham Palace, thank you."

Isabella opened the door of the taxi and said very politely.

"Oh, are you going to visit at this time? It seems that the weather is not very good." The taxi driver looked at her, and obviously regarded her as a tourist, or the kind of person who had nothing to do after visiting Cambridge University and then went to Buckingham Palace to visit. Psycho tourists.

"I can't help it," Isabella smiled and started talking nonsense, "Who asked the tutor to write a term paper on architecture?"

"So you are a student of Cambridge University!" The driver was in awe, and his tone of voice was much gentler.

"Yes, yes." Isabella nodded.

The piano piece "Main Title" from the movie "The Notebook" was playing in the taxi, and Isabella stared at the speeding scenery outside the car window in a daze.She had actually seen it, not in a movie theater, but at Gordonstoun Middle School when a teacher showed it to them during recess.

Isabella still remembers the lines in the film——

"Do you think our love can take us away together?"

"I think our love can make us omnipotent."

There are white swans staying quietly on the quiet lake. Ellie in the movie gave up everything and chose the leading actor. The artillery fire of World War II could not separate the childhood sweethearts. Their love was engraved in a notebook, which made people outside the movie feel happy. Sigh the beauty and sincerity of their love.

That's great, but it's a pity that such feelings are destined to only stay on the screen.

The familiar building came into view, and Isabella signaled the driver to just park the car at the corner of the street. After paying the fare, she stepped on the crosswalk in her high-heeled shoes and walked towards the magnificent building that stood silently in the rainy weather.

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