[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Waiting for the low temperature in the early morning to make the cold rain that fell overnight slowly form ice crystals, waiting for the fine snowflakes to lightly coat the pine branches with a thin layer of frost, waiting for the firewood in the retro fireplace to be burning vigorously, and the multicolored glazed glass The mist and frost shed several lines of tears.

The morning at Buckingham Palace starts with a cup of warm English milk tea.The blond young girl buried her delicate face sickly in a crimson blanket. Considering that various media were chasing and intercepting her in the Butts Hospital, Isabella transferred to the palace for follow-up on the doctor's advice. recovery treatment.

The serene silver-haired old man sitting opposite Her Royal Highness, with a graceful and luxurious posture and a noble and elegant temperament, is Her Majesty the Queen of the British Empire.

Isabella has never shown such an aristocratic state in front of her grandmother since she was eight years old, but today, she felt that her tense muscles suddenly relaxed, and began to feel irresistible soreness and pain. tired.

In contrast, Her Majesty is also acceptable. She looked at Isabella distressedly. After hearing the worst possibilities reported to her by McCoff, she really couldn't hold back her tight chest. The personal doctor who was on standby by her side quickly put on the oxygen mask for Her Majesty the Queen.Earlier, she watched the subway surveillance video sent by the British government. Isabella's performance was beyond her imagination. She was so calm, rational and calm, and saved a whole car of passengers on the verge of life and death.

Her Majesty the Queen was also delighted by the little princess's brilliant IQ, but she also had a headache for her stubborn and undisciplined character. In the 21st century today, the royal family is no longer an indispensable part of the British Empire. Gradually reduced to a dispensable corner of the Imperial Union Jack, she was unwilling to leave behind a willful British royal family to collapse under the unbearable denunciation of the people and the government after many years.

"Isabella, how do you feel?" Her Majesty asked warmly.

"Hmm... still a little sleepy," Isabella blinked, exhaustion made her deep green eyes even deeper, "Other skin injuries have been treated at Barts Hospital."

The queen nodded and said: "I watched the surveillance, and everything you did in the subway surprised me, and I am proud and proud of it, my child, I am very happy that you can shoulder the responsibility of the royal family."

"It's what I should do," Isabella slowly reached out to pick up the teacup, and took a sip of the milk tea, "I... didn't really think about it that much at the time."

"I know," the Queen looked at her benevolently. At this moment, in the huge reception room, the two of them are like the relaxed relationship between grandparents and granddaughters of ordinary people, chatting with each other, "Brave , tenacity, calmness, Isabella, I see this from you."

She smiled silently. Since returning to the palace from Barts Hospital, she has heard countless people praise her wit and bravery along the way, but all the words are not as happy as getting the affirmation and praise from her grandma.In my impression, my grandmother was always majestic and dignified. Her standard London accent was a model for the British people and people all over the world to imitate, and her calm demeanor was a model for all the juniors of the royal family to learn from.

"Have a good rest," the queen smiled softly, "I have asked the servants to clean up the manor near Blackrock Avenue in advance. If you like, you can go there for vacation. It belongs to you."

Isabella's eyes widened slightly, and she could naturally hear the implication behind her grandmother's words, which meant that in the eyes of the royal family, she was no longer a child who hadn't grown up and needed to be restrained, as long as she didn't harm the interests of the royal family and National interest, she has quite loose freedom.

"Thank you," she quickly threw the blanket aside, stood up straight and bowed to the queen, raised her head to meet the queen's smiling eyes, as if promising to swear, "I will try my best to do what I should do everything."

"It's getting late, I heard that the media will come to interview you at noon, so prepare in advance, Isabella."

"okay, I get it."

Isabella nodded, took a deep breath, and turned to leave the living room.She walked through several corridors, and Ariel, the maid, appeared at the stairs in time and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, the BBC came to interview around ten o'clock. His Royal Highness Prince Charles asked me to let you change into that gold-plated dress."

"Interview, their news is quite fast." Isabella walked forward quickly.

"Uh, yes, in fact, it's all over the Internet..." Ariel whispered, her excitement hard to hide.

"What's wrong?" Isabella felt strange and turned her head to give her a faint look.

"The BBC released surveillance footage of you on the tube and now Twitter is all about you...they say you are the rose of England."

"Video?" Isabella was taken aback. Of course, she would not be so stupid as to think that the media obtained the surveillance video from various channels. This is definitely the tacit approval of the British government, and it may even be the instigation.

Is it McCoff?Isabella saw how clever he was to make her name so universally acclaimed and sung in this way.

She thought of the kiss at the subway station, and she couldn't understand Mycroft more and more. If he was an iceman, she didn't believe that he didn't understand the meaning of kissing, and she didn't believe that he was unintentional or careless. touch.

The unexplained kiss disturbed her and annoyed her. She checked the text message box on her mobile phone three times, but Mycroft remained silent, not even sending a text message explaining it.

She hates this feeling.

……

The BBC reporters arrived at Buckingham Palace 10 minutes ahead of schedule. Those reporters wore well-fitting black suits and showed Her Royal Highness enough respect.

Isabella is wearing a floor-length gilt dress. The huge skirt is covered with the sun, moon and stars woven with gold and silver threads. The skirt is almost sewn around her waist, which is very suitable and just sets off the The graceful figure of a girl.

She slowly sat down at the head of the dark red velvet seat, her long hair as bright as gold was coiled up, and a pure gold crown hairpin was pinned firmly in her hair.

"Good morning," Isabella smiled softly. She only sat in the front third of the seat, with her weight on her legs, which made her look straight and dignified. "It's a great pleasure to see you you."

The reporters were amazed by her beauty, and they all praised: "Your Highness, it is our honor to be able to interview you, thank you for accepting our interview... Your beauty really amazes us, as noble as Princess Diana back then."

"Thank you for your compliments. If possible, we can conduct an interview." Isabella pursed her lips, a lifelike carved rose necklace fell right in the middle of her collarbone, and the rose studs on both sides of her earlobe Just right as a pair.

"Okay." The reporters turned on the cameras, and someone picked up the banknotes and started recording.

The leading reporter turned on the microphone and asked earnestly, "How did you find out about the accident on the subway?"

"The subway kept moving forward, and no passengers got on or off the train. I think this phenomenon is a bit strange. However, thanks to a passenger who connected to a nearby signal tower, I found out that the train had been planted with a bomb. "

"Then how did you feel when you heard the news? Was it fear?"

"I'm not particularly scared," Isabella smiled. "On the contrary, I still have some peace. Maybe it's because nervousness and fear can't solve the problem, so I can only calm down and think of a solution."

"I saw in the surveillance that you stood up decisively, comforted the passengers, and remained fearless in the face of danger. What were you thinking at that time?"

"I hope everyone can live," Isabella gathered her hands in her sleeves. Her fingers and palms were covered with white bandages. The wounds were a bit scary. She didn't want people to see this on TV, so she flinched Finger, smiling from the bottom of his heart, "In that case, apart from finding a way to rescue the passengers, I don't have any other ideas to think about."

The interview lasted for a long time, and the questions asked by the BBC could be seen to have been prepared in advance.Isabella responded patiently one by one.

Until the reporter finally asked a question, "Excuse me, what do you think about people on the Internet spontaneously calling you the rose of England?"

Isabella shook her head and said: "I think this is an affirmation and compliment to me, but I still have to say that as the princess of the British Empire—Isabella Mountbatten Windsor, I should do all of this." .”

"Thank you," the reporter nodded politely, "Thank you for your cooperation, Your Highness, we all thank you for your contribution to the British Empire."

She smiled as she watched the butler politely send the reporters out of the living room, while Ariel hurriedly knocked on the door and pushed in the next second after Isabella said please come in.

"What's wrong?" Isabella frowned and looked at Ariel who was walking so fast that she was almost flying.

Ariel said out of breath, "Your Highness! Mr. Holmes wants to see you—"

"What?" Isabella stood up abruptly, her sore legs almost made her sit back, and she asked eagerly, "Where is he now?"

"It's just outside the palace," Ariel said.

"..." Isabella closed her eyes, calming her sudden heartbeat gradually. She lifted her skirt and turned her head to tell him, "Tell him, I'll wait for him on the castle terrace."

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Isabella: ? ? ?Does the iceman mean that the iceman doesn't say a word or even send a text message after the kiss?