[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The candle was flickering, the maid Ariel was holding on to the handrail of the stairs, and there was the sound of high-heeled shoes on the stairs. She raised her head cleverly, and Isabella was walking down the stairs cautiously, holding the hem of her dress. Mr. Holmes supported her in a very gentlemanly manner, keeping a proper distance.

Ariel hurriedly trotted a few steps to support Her Highness the Princess. Seeing this, Mycroft withdrew his hand, transferred the little black umbrella to the other hand, and stopped for two steps on the stairs until Ariel supported Isabella. He took a step first before he followed slowly.

"It was a pleasure talking to you..." Isabella stood at the foot of the steps, her smile was very formulaic, and she saw a hint of meaningful ridicule in the eyes of the other party, "So, I don't know if you would like to meet in Buckingham Palace How about afternoon tea? This time is just right, and the cheesecake made by the new pastry chef is very delicious."

"My pleasure." Mycroft raised his chin reservedly.

"Ariel, go get ready." Isabella ordered.

The maid with light flaxen hair was nimble. She said hello and hurried to the kitchen.

"I thought you were busy this afternoon." There was no one around at the moment, and Isabella spoke casually.

Mycroft looked away from Ariel, nodded, and said, "Yes, there will be another general election soon, and the Red Party and the Blue Party are arguing...Education, immigration, social welfare, salary and medical security , they're always arguing about it."

"Oh..." Isabella echoed nonchalantly, "To be honest, I'm not interested in them... But according to the emails I received in my inbox, there are still people trying to pull me to support the Liberal Democrats丨Democrats .”

"ForLGBT?" Mycroft naturally remembered the fake scandal that Isabella "made" a few years ago.He has not forgotten the shock that the photo brought to the royal family.

"Yes, they have set up a lot of affirmative action groups." Isabella said as she walked, and Mycroft, who was beside her, always kept a safe distance in accordance with the law.

Mycroft suddenly thought of a tricky question, he turned his head to look at Isabella, the intention in his eyes was too obvious, as smart as her, he understood it at a glance.

Isabella couldn't help but joked: "I know what you mean, um...my grandma probably still thinks I'm a LES. So, instead of accepting that the royal princess is a LES, it's better to accept the British government .”

Mycroft stopped, pursed his lips, and asked, "The British government?"

"At least that's what the news from the rose party said." Isabella also stopped, with a faint smile on her lips, "Isn't it?"

Probably because of McCoff's successive promotions, the group of second-generation capitalists in the Rose Party who have a sharper sense of smell than anyone else vaguely understand that today's Britain cannot do without the brain of this Mr. Holmes.

No one knows in detail which part of the British government McCoff is responsible for. Rather, McCoff's position is so important that it cannot be limited by a single position. He is responsible for the operation of the entire UK. .

"Oh...Come on," Mycroft showed his signature smirk, "I'm just a last-minute official in the British government."

Isabella stared at him for a long time, her smile reappeared in the corner of her eyes, she nodded: "Well, indeed, after all, you can be free enough to enjoy afternoon tea at Buckingham Palace."

"..." Mycroft, who worked overtime until late at night to deal with all the affairs and postponed the meeting with the Greek envoy in the afternoon, was speechless.

Isabella pushed open the carved pear wood door of the living room, and she invited Mycroft to sit down. Ariel, who had been waiting for a long time, led a row of maids holding elegant silver plates, and arranged them for Her Royal Highness and distinguished guests in an orderly manner. Cloth delicate pastries.

Raspberry jam frosted cookies, cheesecake, chocolate muffins, strawberry pie, and smooth and fragrant English milk tea, Mycroft named them one by one in his mind. When La shared afternoon tea, she liked chocolate muffins very much. All of this did not escape her eyes, so Isabella specially asked the pastry chef to make this sweet little dessert.

Mycroft reservedly cut a piece of muffin with a small fork and put it in his mouth, saying cheerfully: "It's always so delicious."

There was no one around, and Isabella didn't bother to act like a princess. She rested her chin on one hand, pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "So...how is the follow-up of the subway attack?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, put down his fork, and whispered: "Isabella, this is the only thing you want to ask in this atmosphere?"

"Can't we talk about political affairs?" Isabella frowned.

"It's not impossible, it's just..."

"Wang!"

"..." Mycroft, whose thoughts were interrupted by the barking of the dog before he finished speaking, stared at the corgi with half of its head showing its way through the crack of the door. Head to the door.

"Scott!" Isabella exclaimed in surprise.

Corgi finally squeezed his fat body through the crack of the door, and ran excitedly in the direction of Isabella. Because of his excitement, the four paws were not running in the same direction at all. They ran separately. Only the chubby butt was twisting and twisting. It turned around under Isabella's feet and stretched out its claws to grab her ankles from time to time.

"No, Scott, I'm wearing a dress dress today, you can't get dog hair on it."

Seeing that the owner couldn't reach out to hug it, the corgi licked the tip of its nose, moved around to McCoff, and sniffed it from time to time.

"..." It's hard for Mycroft to understand the overly intimate relationship between the owner and the pet, just like he can't understand most people's concept of family and marriage. He was silent for a long time before he managed to exaggerate, "Oh... ...it looks healthy."

"...Of course, the last time you saw him he was a puppy." Isabella gave him a strange look.

"Well," Mycroft agreed dryly, and he continued to shift the topic to the aspect he was talking about before, "What you want to know, the terrorist who planned the London Underground bombing attack committed suicide, it was Michael X's Chief - Michael Hopkins."

"Suicide?" Isabella slowly frowned, disapproving, "But since he can endure the many dangers from the Caribbean Sea to the UK, he can also endure the plastic surgery...how can he Suicide?"

"Still looking," Mycroft suddenly remembered something. He took out a small box from the inner pocket of his suit and pushed it to her. "Open it and have a look. It's a birthday present that Mr. Hill asked me to bring to you."

Isabella looked at him suspiciously. In the center of the box lay quietly a pair of well-crafted pearl earrings. They were the pair worn by Princess Diana during her lifetime, and the pair she failed to get at the charity auction. .

"Auston...you won't invite him to be a guest at the Military Intelligence Department, will you?"

McCoff took a sip of tea and said slowly, "He is related to this case."

"so?"

"Military secret," McCoff paused, "but I can tell you that he is still intact."

"Complete?" Isabella didn't understand, she frowned and looked at the other party, but McCoff closed his eyes, obviously not going to continue explaining.

"In every sense," Mycroft said suddenly.

"Oh, god!" Isabella understood, and she let out a sigh of relief, "Should I be glad you didn't use the punishment unique to your agents on Auston?"

"Mr. Hill is very honest," Mycroft said with a weak smile, "Although he is a successful businessman, one must know oneself."

"Yes," she went on, "I hope he told me to go to Anola's at that time had nothing to do with the subway attack."

The corgi rubbed against McCoff's trousers, and as expected, a circle of yellow and white dog hair stuck to his expensive suit pants. McCoff resisted his obsessive-compulsive disorder and didn't look at it. He leaned forward, Said very seriously: "Isabella... the rose party is no longer safe."

"I know it's never been safe enough, there's a lot of people out there, and that's why I put in place the mask requirement, it protects everyone's identity."

"No, I mean, someone is eyeing it," Mycroft said in a deep voice, "You thought they came to the rose party to exchange information, but, as far as I know, someone else is planning on it, They don't want intelligence, they want to use this platform to release false information that they want us to know."

"Who?"

"I can't tell."

Isabella pursed her lips and shook her head, "I don't think anyone can hide from our membership review."

As if he had expected her reaction long ago, Mycroft said slowly, "Aren't you wondering how Mr. Hill got Princess Diana's pearl earring?"

"how?"

"Someone sold it to him through the Rose Party Club," Mycroft said solemnly. "Isn't that enough to explain the problem?"

Isabella's expression changed, she subconsciously picked up the teacup and took a sip of the milk tea, before replying after a long silence: "Okay, then what do you want me to do? Accept MI6's house in Westminster area? Then Under your surveillance?"

"Suspend the use of Rosie's identity and cut off all ties with the rose party," Mycroft sighed. "If I ask you to stay in Buckingham Palace safely, will you obey?"

"NOPE." Isabella said simply.

"The house in Westminster or Pall Mall, you may choose."

"No, I don't... wait," she suddenly reacted, her eyes widened, and she almost bit her tongue, "Pall Mall Street, isn't that your official residence?"

"I'm not joking. I have seriously considered the 24-hour monitoring plan you proposed. It is indeed a good idea."

"Then I'll choose 221B." Isabella hates multiple-choice questions, and she never plays cards according to the routine.

"No," Mycroft smiled confidently, "Sherlock is looking for a new roommate recently, and I heard that someone has already agreed to live in 221B. Unfortunately, you are late."

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