[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

London is bustling and noisy at night, small black cars drive through intersections one after another, and colorful lights of neon lights are dragged into a long ribbon.

Isabella tried her best to adjust her breathing, and she leaned half in Mycroft's arms, resting her forehead on his shoulder.The dark nightmare was dispelled, the bloody dream was shattered, and Isabella gradually regained her sanity.

"Is it better?" Mycroft took her cold finger and wrapped it into his palm.

Isabella looked at those deep eyes filled with worry, and forced a smile, "It's much better, thank you."

The little black car drove into Pall Mall Street, and the man got out of the car first, then opened Isabella's car door, and lent her his arm in a very gentlemanly manner.Some hypoglycemia, Isabella staggered when getting out of the car.

The decoration style of McCoff's official residence on Pall Mall Street is as retro and restrained as his own. Even Isabella, who grew up in the royal court, couldn't fault the expensive and elegant layout.

Walking into the entrance, exquisite meals have been set on the long table, and there is even a bouquet of imported Ecuadorian spray-colored roses inserted in the porcelain vase in the center of the table. A graceful figure is outlined by a little bit of light blue.Pink blue ribbon, coincidentally, the name of this rose is also Isabella.

"The rose with the same name? You actually know this?" Isabella broke through McCoff's careful thinking in one fell swoop, and smelled the faint calming incense in the air, her mood gradually returned to calm, and she even had the mood to tease the strict and indifferent person around her. man.

Mr. Holmes doesn't look like the kind of man who understands romance. Compared with trying to use his little power to airlift the roses with dewdrops just picked two hours ago from Ecuador, he is more like the kind who can sit On the negotiating table, the kind of cold-hearted politician who forced the other party to lose his armor in just 5 minutes, not to mention his "Alllives end, all hearts are broken" that he has been talking about all the time.

Mycroft held her elbow in a gentlemanly manner, and the fingers of his right hand rested on Isabella's wrist seemingly inadvertently. His calm pulse told him Isabella's current physical condition, even though her face was still pale, But it's okay anyway.

"My brain stores nearly a hundred varieties of roses in the world," Mycroft looked into her emerald green eyes with a half-smile, and he didn't know whether he was calling her name or the name of the rose in the long ending sound. , "Isabella—don't you like it?"

"I like it very much." Isabella stretched out the tip of her index finger and fiddled with the petals lightly.

McCoff smiled. He picked up a transparent goblet on the table, poured red wine slowly, swirled the glass, and asked, "Would you like some wine? This will help you relax your nerves."

"Well." Isabella sat down, took the glass from Mycoff, and naturally called out his abbreviation, "Myc, what do you think of John, can he and Sherlock live together peacefully for more than a week?"

Her words seemed to be looking for something to say, maybe because she was afraid that McCoff would accuse her of concealing the PTSD caused by the murder in the underground garage. After she finished speaking, Isabella smiled guiltily.

"A loyal and brave soldier," Mycroft gracefully sliced ​​through the steak on his plate, lowering his eyes, "but I still don't think highly of any of Sherlock's roommates."

"But you have to keep finding new roommates for Sherlock."

"Yes," Mycroft nodded. "I have to integrate him into society. I hope Dr. Watson can last a little longer this time."

"Before that, I should be the one who can spend the longest time with Sherlock?" Isabella thought carefully.

"Yes, the time you and Sherlock were running around caused me a lot of trouble. I had to spend more of my energy on Sherlock and more on looking after you, so that you wouldn't be in trouble. Turning London upside down before I know it."

Isabella showed a flattering smile, but she didn't mean to reflect in the slightest.

"Have you finished dealing with the matter in Cambridge?" Mycroft did not continue to pursue the troubles she caused before, but changed the subject.

"Well, go directly to study for a master's degree after school starts..." Isabella chewed the food in her mouth slowly.

"I'll ask Anthea to take your luggage home tomorrow," Mycroft said casually.

She blinked, because her graduation was approaching and she was going to continue her studies, all the school's affairs were piled up, she had been living in the dormitory of Cambridge University for the past few months, and hadn't been back to Pall Mall for a long time.

Isabella used to live here as a vacation, but she had never moved all the daily necessities here like moving house.

She curled her lips secretly and teased: "My father probably always thought I lived in the manor on Blackrock Avenue."

"You have the right to choose your residence at will," Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "I have entered your fingerprint and voiceprint information into the security system of the door lock."

Isabella was stunned for a while, and it took her a long time to realize what McCoff meant.

"Okay, dinner is over," Mycroft was originally casual, but as he said the next sentence, he leaned forward slightly, and his serious expression hung on his cheeks again, "Let's talk about what you hid from me before." thing."

After all, I still can't escape.

Isabella hated his interrogation-like expression, which made her think that the person sitting across from her was not her boyfriend, but some kind of enemy.

"As long as it stays out of the underground garage, I can control it pretty well," Isabella argued.

"This is not a long-term solution," Mycroft frowned. "I thought you could curb the post-traumatic stress disorder caused by that incident through the memory palace method."

"Yes, I tried my best to control my thoughts and delete those horrible images from my mind..." Isabella lowered her eyes halfway, her long and curled eyelashes left a small clump of jagged lines on her lower eyelids "But there are always some painful memories popping up and disturbing my mind."

"What memory?"

Isabella closed her eyes tightly, as if she was in great pain, she murmured: "I will always think of that car accident in Paris..."

McCoff immediately understood that it was the traffic accident that caused Princess Diana to die in France.

"I feel very ridiculous... Myc," she said quickly, "on the one hand, I am praised by the people as the rose of England who saved them, and I am the princess who makes the royal family proud... But, only I know that I am How much I hate it, those rumors, those gossip news, are telling me that Princess Diana's death has a shocking secret... In my eyes, the royal family is like a sanctimonious old man with a bright appearance and a rotten inside. Like the murderer who killed my mother."

"Calm down, Isabella," Mycroft poured her another glass of red wine, "It was just an accident, you should understand."

"I used to paralyze myself like this." Isabella smiled wryly.

"Before?" Mycroft understood immediately, "Did you know something? From your club?"

"No, didn't you prohibit me from participating in the rose party?" Isabella retorted.

Mycroft was silent, perhaps accepting her statement.After a long while, he sighed and said, "Then, starting from tomorrow, you will receive psychological treatment."

Isabella nodded reluctantly, "Okay."

"I'll make an appointment for another psychological assessment test for you in a while, I hope you can be more serious this time," Mycroft looked down at the phone, his face became gloomy, he stood up suddenly, and said in a hurry, "Sorry, I have to go out."

Isabella was confused by his sudden face change, and thought that something serious had happened, and her heart suddenly raised, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Sherlock," Mycroft said in a helpless tone, "the serial murder case he has been tracking has made new progress. He locked himself up with the suspect and played some little game of gambling .”

"Gamble your life?"

"Yes, old trick, two pills, one poisonous and the other not poisonous..." Mycroft scoffed at this, "But what worries me is that Dr. Watson shot."

"Shoot? He saved Sherlock?" Isabella was taken aback.

"Perhaps the loyalty and bravery of this military doctor will impress us," Mycroft put on his suit jacket and asked before going out, "Do you want to go and see together, or stay at home and wait for me to come back? "

"I'm going with you, I don't want to be alone."

McCoff smiled, and took out a women's windbreaker jacket from the closet, "Put it on, it's too cold at night."

At the door, Anthea had been waiting quietly for a long time, she opened the door of the small black car, and reported the relevant arrangements to McCoff in a low voice, "Sir, we have notified Scotland Yard, Inspector Lestrade will understand, He's on his way to Roland Kerr Adult Education College now."

"Take care of the bullet marks at the scene," he ordered.

"Yes. Sir."

……

Rowland Kerr Institute of Adult Education.

Mycroft's small black car was parked far away. Isabella looked at the man in the car with half-closed eyes. He seemed to have no intention of speaking, so Isabella pulled away on her own initiative. Car door, go to Sherlock's side.

"Sherlock!" Isabella shouted, looking at the curly-haired man in the funny orange comfort blanket, she couldn't help laughing, "Oh, this really suits you very well."

Sherlock ripped the blanket off him impatiently and threw it into a nearby police car.

"Isabella, why are you here?" The military doctor stepped forward, with his hands behind his back, and asked suspiciously.

"Walking." She said nonsense without blushing.

"...Who can walk to such a remote place?!" The military doctor said that his IQ was not just a bunch of pretty numbers.

"What's the matter, John?" Sherlock looked around awkwardly.

"Sergeant Donovan told me everything, the two pills... scary stuff, didn't he? Scary," Watson said veiledly.

And Sherlock replied bluntly: "Goodshot."

"Yes, yes, it must be, through the window..." Watson was still explaining palely.

Isabella patted him on the shoulder, indicating that it goes without saying, "Alright, alright, Sherlock knows everything."

"Got to get the gunpowder burns off your fingers, I don't think you'll go to jail for it, but let's avoid going to court," Sherlock said calmly, turning his head to look at Isabella again, his scrutinizing eyes sweeping away Come here, "Apparently at this time you're engaging in the most useless dating behavior of the human race - that makes you and the fat fat one look like two goldfish in an aquarium, and the fat fat one is the one with a worrisome weight."

"Sherlock, those two goldfishes in your mouth are taking care of you, shouldn't they be kinder to us?" Isabella smirked.

"Oh, god!" He curled his lips, "The fat man is here too? What a disaster."

Watson couldn't understand the conversation between the two of them, so he asked Sherlock as he walked, "You don't really want to swallow that damn pill, do you?"

"Of course not. It's just a delay. I knew you would show up."

"No, you don't know," said Watson sharply. "That's what you're looking for, isn't it? Risking your life to prove your intelligence."

"Why am I doing this?"

"Because you're an idiot."

Now Isabella really couldn't bear it anymore, she laughed so hard that tears almost came out, "Goodjob! John, what you said is exactly right."

Sherlock glared at her. "Some people have finished their big meals, and some people are hungry...Supper, John?"

"Starved to death." Watson couldn't agree more.

"At the end of Baker Street, there's a nice Chinese restaurant open until two o'clock in the morning..."

"Hey, Sherlock," Watson reminded in a low voice, and he directed Sherlock's attention to the man in the black three-piece suit with his eyes, "it's him, the one I mentioned to you."

"I know exactly who he is." Sherlock stopped walking.

Isabella felt Mycroft's piercing eyes rest on her for a second, and she tried to reduce her presence, ready to enjoy the daily bickering between the Holmes brothers.

"Okay, another case solved? How enthusiastic about public welfare," Mycroft's tone turned to Sherlock, as if it had automatically switched to mocking mode, "Although that's not your real motive, is it?"

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock's eyes almost rolled to the sky, he grabbed Isabella who was hiding behind him, and then pushed it to Mycroft, "Your people, take them away, don't send them away. "

"Rude!" Isabella said angrily. "I'm still wearing high heels!"

Mycroft stepped forward to hold her arm, and continued, "As always, I care about you."

"Yes, I have heard your concern."

"Always so aggressive, did it ever occur to you that you and I were on one side?"

Sherlock pretended to be surprised and replied: "It's strange...no."

"We have more in common than you'd like to believe, and this little disagreement between us is just childish, and it's going to hurt some people," Mycroft looked down at the ground, "You know it always makes mom I'm worried."

"Am I bothering her?" Sherlock's eyes stayed on Mycroft's right ring finger, and said, "It's not me that bothers her, Mycroft, Mommy has wanted to know the origin of the ring on your hand for a long time... ..."

"No, wait," the confused military doctor couldn't help asking, "Mommy? Whose mommy?"

"Mother, our mother," Sherlock finally introduced to Watson, "this is my brother, Mycroft. Gaining weight again? You should control the weight, you have eaten too much tonight."

"Actually, lost weight." Mycroft said calmly.

"Well, I testify." Isabella firmly united with McCoff.

"Is he your brother?" Watson was still in disbelief.

"Of course it's my brother."

"Then he is not..."

"What is it?"

"I don't know... the criminal mastermind?"

"Pfft——" Isabella turned her back and tried her best to maintain her rather elegant image. Dr. Watson is so interesting.

"Pretty much the same," Sherlock agreed.

"For goodness sake! I'm the last official in the British government." Mycroft smirked.

It's a pity that Sherlock mercilessly dismantled it, "He is the British government. When he is not busy with the British secret agency or the CIA's sideline... Good night, Mycroft, try not to start a war before I get home, You know how that affects traffic."

"Don't worry, I will watch him," Isabella shrugged, adding, "Try not to launch it in the UK."

"So..." The military doctor's brain finally started to work. He looked at the tall man in a suit and the blond woman standing beside him in an intimate pose, and asked suspiciously, "Isabella is your girlfriend." ?”

"Of course, is there a problem?" McCaw readily admitted.

"Uh, isn't that..." The military doctor began to talk about their relationship, "Sherlock, you never said that Isabella is your sister-in-law!"

Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, stepped on his brother's pain point and danced wildly. He raised his eyebrows and teased: "That's because they are not legal now."

"..."

The little black umbrella knocked hard on the ground, and Isabella felt the sudden burst of anger from Mycroft. She was really worried that the umbrella would fly towards Sherlock's face in a second.

"Don't take too long, you know, mom asks me about you every day." Sherlock walked forward without looking back.

"Uh...wait a minute," Watson stepped forward and then asked Laichi, "So, when you say you care about him, do you really care about him?"

"Yeah, of course," Mycroft said.

"Is it really a child's feud?"

"He's always been so aggrieved, you can imagine Christmas dinner..."

"God, no, can't..."

Before Watson left, he greeted Anthea. Isabella pursed her lips, and the smile in her eyes could hardly be concealed.

"Sir, can I go?" Anthea asked respectfully, taking her attention away from her phone.

"Interesting, that soldier, he may have made my brother, or he may have made him more hopeless... Either way, we'd better increase their monitoring level," Mycroft ordered, "Activate the third-level plan .”

"Sorry sir, surveillance level for whom?"

"Sherlock Holmes, and John Watson," the umbrella tip turned, and Mycroft looked at Isabella, "You seem very happy."

"Ah," Isabella, who was named, restrained her smile, "I think you can let go of your worries about John...the two of them will become tacit partners."

Mycroft stared at her for a long time, as if he wanted to know how he came to this conclusion, but unfortunately Isabella changed the subject after only saying this, she tilted her head and asked, "Go home? "

"Yes," he breathed a sigh of relief, with a gentle smile in his eyes, he opened the car door and motioned for Isabella to get in the car first, "Let's go home."

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