[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

William Scott is definitely one of the best makeup guys Ludwig has ever met.

The other is Sherlock, who can make top-notch makeup effects for her in different shades of color with only one retro lipstick.

But William was different.

The makeup he put on her was like a field from late autumn to early winter, a capped mountain forest, the leaves were covered with a thin layer of frost, it was a bit cold, but it carried the ripe atmosphere of autumn.

Although she didn't show it, she was still amazed the moment she saw her reflection in the mirror.

... Could it be that such two people with very different styles are the same person?

Ludwig stared into his eyes:

"The makeup is done, should I change clothes now?"

"of course."

William walked up to her and curtseyed like a noble in the nineteenth century.

Then he turned around and opened the white carved door of the dressing room with both hands.

As he opened the door, the lights came on one by one.

illuminated her eyes.

And in the deepest part of the light, there is a wedding dress.

It was the one she had chosen herself.

Same, yet different.

Apparently Sherlock made some design changes, making the dress that she used to follow her fingers because it was "the most low-key" become the least low-key one.

Seeing the design draft in the picture book is never as shocking as seeing it with your own eyes - the jewelry and embroidery on the painting are drawn, so you can draw as big and as big as you want, with as many flashes as you want, you can even pick up the stars of Tianshan Mountain Come down and put it on the painting.

But what if the vision in the painting becomes reality before your eyes?

……

How would she describe the sight in front of her?

That is the starry sky.

Sherlock moved the starry sky... onto his bride's wedding dress.

……

Ludwig looked at the wedding dress that was said to belong to her, and didn't speak for a while.

William seemed pleased with the look of shock on her face.

He smiled slightly, picked up a pair of white satin inlaid sandals from the side of the wedding dress, and gently placed them in front of Ludwig.

"Put on your shoes, ma'am... ma'am?"

Ludwig still looked at the wedding dress in disbelief.

William: "..."

Although it is true that the dress he designed himself is shocking...but was she shocked for too long?

Why did he think she was about to cry... Oh, is this too touching?

……

Ludwig looked at the open door of the locker room.

shit.

Who will Tama tell her why there is no dressing room in the traditional British building that pays attention to symmetry!have!window!household!

She shed tears when she knew the truth.

……

William took the shoes:

"Is Madam dissatisfied with these shoes?"

Ludwig was not thinking about the shoes at all:

"Of course not. I couldn't be more satisfied."

……

Climbing out of the window is out of the question.

She stayed in this room without the slightest chance of escaping. If she didn't want to become a married lady, she had no choice but... to move.

But where to go?

……

While she was immersed in her thoughts, she suddenly felt...

A hand raised her ankle.

Ludwig: "..."

Hey, she's only wearing a shirt, not even pants... Is she playing hooligan naked?

With one hand William held her ankle, with the other he pulled two wet wipes from the dresser.

"How can a bride's feet be so dirty?"

He squatted down halfway, and his scrutiny eyes fell on her feet.

After a while, he frowned:

"Oh, the Holmes family is too poor to afford a pair of shoes for the mistress?"

Ludwig: "..."

She stepped on the carpet of the cabin with bare feet all the way. Is it normal to have a little dust?What's with this condemning tone?

William maintained a half-squatting posture, holding a white wet wipe with his slender fingers... and slowly wiped the dust off her toes.

His movements are meticulous and patient.

Just like what he was facing was a pearl held on a velvet silk dish.

Gentle, slow...precious.

Ludwig sat on a large armchair with his chin propped on one hand, silently watching the slender man half kneeling on the ground in front of him, picked up a white satin high-heeled shoe, held her slender foot, and slowly stretched it into it. in the shoes.

...Hanging heart completely fell down.

This person must not be Sherlock, so she doesn't have to worry about it.

... As for the reason?

Hey, Sherlock Holmes wiped her feet and put on her shoes?This kind of thing couldn't have happened before BC, let alone after BC.

Even if her brain is amused, she will not believe that William is Sherlock.

……

After William helped her put on her shoes, he still held her ankle.

He frowned slightly:

"Did you hurt your ankle?"

"Small wound."

Ludwig said without hesitation:

"If you pay, you will be rewarded. God will not let me sprain my foot in vain."

There was no emotion in William's eyes, but he did not let go of Ludwig's injured ankle, but took a bottle of essential oil from the drawer of the dresser, poured some on his palm, and slowly She rubbed her ankles open.

What a nice man.

Make-up, hairdo, foot-cleaning, shoes... Now I can even massage.

After confirming that the person in front of her was not Sherlock, she also relaxed a lot in speaking:

"do you know?"

She propped her chin, while thinking about the big plan to run away, she said casually:

"If it wasn't for my wedding, I would have proposed to you...Hey, William, or we could elope."

This is just a joke.

It was just an exaggerated way of saying thank you to William for everything he had done for her.

But William's hand on her ankle froze.

"Proposal?"

He looked up and smiled at her slightly.

Afterwards, he raised his hand slowly, and... let go.

The sprained foot fell to the ground without any suspense.

Ludwig: "..."

It hurts...it hurts...

William stood up, took a step back, looked at her and suddenly smiled:

"That's what you said, I'll take it as if you've proposed to me and asked to elope with me...and I agreed."

"...you are so funny."

Ludwig rubbed his ankle:

"Didn't your mother tell you what a good-natured joke between a man and a woman is?"

"Oh, my mother never jokes. If she says get married, it means get married."

William pulled her to the front of the wedding dress and looked at the watch on his wrist:

"Mr. Holmes will arrive at the wedding venue in half an hour. We need to rehearse the wedding ceremony before then. Time is running out. Please change as soon as possible. The wedding venue is downstairs."

He looked up:

"I will wait for you in front of the statue."

Ludwig: "..."

Half and half... half an hour?

In other words, she will escape from Buckingham Palace within half an hour?This is the rhythm of cos007...

and many more.

If he was waiting for her at the door on the first floor, wouldn't she have a chance to climb the window?

……

When she really looked at the wedding dress carefully, she realized that she was too young and naive.The skirt of this wedding dress is at least five meters long, but it is all hollowed out and decorated with flowers.

The more beautiful something is, the more delicate it is. This skirt can't bear her weight at all, it's the rope to climb the window.

In the center of this palace is a large spiral staircase, and the first floor is an empty hall.

In other words, as long as she walked out of the room, she could be seen by people on the first floor.

……

Sure enough, there was a reason why Sherlock chose this place as the bride's dressing room, since all her back roads were blocked.

Is it really okay to burn most of the brain cells to death just by changing clothes? Sherlock is definitely not her boyfriend.

Ludwig put on the wedding dress repeatedly, didn't have time to look at himself in the mirror, and opened the door directly.

She had entered the palace through the side door before, but now she was going down from the front.

Wedding venue and powder room in one building...is there anything better?

For the current plan, we can only cooperate obediently first, and wait until we leave this place before making plans.

She stepped on white satin inlaid high heels and walked to the huge oak spiral staircase.

As if she was not used to this kind of high heels, she held on to the stairs and walked down the dark black painted stairs step by step.Her white skin is set against the black wooden background, her long hair like splashed ink is simply coiled up, and the string of white pearls on it seems to be floating on the ink.

The empty hall was empty, and the two spiral staircases finally converged. On the wall was a two-person-high oil painting of the Crucifixion.

On the majestic cliff, Jesus bowed his head, walking towards death and rebirth.

He spread his arms like wings.

And she came from the statue.

Behind her, the snow-white hollow skirt is decorated with small roses, and it is spread long on the printed carpet, like a brocade woven with white flowers.

Standing at the foot of the stairs, William Scott raised his head slowly.

He stared deeply at the bride who was walking towards him from the stairs, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Then...he held out his hand to her.

"Welcome to witness your wedding, ma'am."

……

That's right, a wedding.

From the moment she walked down the spiral staircase, she realized soberly that this was not a case waiting for her to figure out a solution, it was not a play, but a wedding...

A real wedding.

And now she was standing at a wedding, where a bride should stand.

When the time is up, the priest will stand under the statue and announce the vows. The bride and groom promise each other, exchange rings...the wedding is over.

There is a long carpet in the center of the hall, and on both sides of the carpet are stone pillars of gods and chairs for guests.The guests hadn't arrived yet, and all the chairs were empty, presumably these distinguished guests were being entertained by Mycroft.

……

No, don't get confused, Li Weixi.

It's not a wedding yet, it's just a rehearsal.

She still has time.

William smiled, held her hand, and led her to the altar:

"Coincidentally, today I am still explaining the wedding process to the bride."

Ludwig: "...You really worked hard."

A person who also serves as a makeup artist, hairdresser, and clothing matcher, and also explains the wedding process... Is Sherlock short of people or money?

"Believe me, there is no more suitable narrator than me for this wedding in the world."

William said as if he had read her mind:

"At that time, the witness will stand in this place and say something like this..."

There was no trace of emotion on his calm face, he just stared deeply into her eyes and said:

"Miss Ludwig-Ludwig, are you willing to marry Mr. Holmes, promise eternal loyalty and firmness, and never leave voluntarily for the rest of your life?"

"..."

Ludwig paused:

"William, that's not how the wedding vows are."

Is it not to love him and respect him, regardless of poverty, sickness or death?

"An oath that is too fancy is cumbersome. This oath was spoken by Mr. Holmes himself."

William said briskly:

"You just say 'yes' or 'no'."

"..."

Sherlock Holmes's style of doing things is indeed an unconventional way that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

This is just a rehearsal, and she needs to say "yes" without any psychological burden, so that William, who follows her everywhere, will relax his vigilance.

She had a chance to escape.

Ludwig covered his forehead, resisting the strong desire to complain, and said:

"Yes."

"Very well, Mr. Holmes' answer is also 'yes'. After the two of you have made a preliminary commitment, the witness will continue to say..."

William laughed more briskly:

"Miss Ludwig, once you break your oath, you will face 1000 million pounds in compensation..."

Ludwig: "..."

Wedding vows come with compensation?

Is this kidding her?

"...Even so, do you still insist on making an eternal promise to Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

"..."

With 1000 million pounds on his head, he still insists on a woolen thread.

Ludwig smiled brightly:

"Do not."

"Ma'am, you should say 'yes'. This kind of post-marital promise has legal effect, which is equivalent to the division of property, and it will benefit you without any harm."

William seemed to expect her to refuse, and didn't care, just raised the corners of his lips:

"Because the compensation promised by Mr. Holmes is all property under his name."

"..."

Ludwig pressed his temple:

"William, are you sure Mr. Holmes has arranged this? No clergyman would utter such an oath."

It is blasphemy to talk about human currency in the presence of the holy Jehovah.

"Oh, why do you think so? You didn't plan to have a priest at the beginning of your wedding. That's too old-fashioned."

William said happily:

"And Mr. Mycroft insisted on marrying you instead of the priest. He has paid you and your fiancé handsomely for this position."

Ludwig: "..."

Calm, calm... For the sake of the Statue of Liberty, she must not lift the table now.

Not only could she not lift the table, but she had to cooperate even more so that she would have a chance to escape.

So she smiled slightly:

"Ten million pounds is ten million."

William stared at her for a long time.

Then he raised his eyebrows:

"That is, you answered 'yes'?"

...It's just a rehearsal anyway, so it doesn't matter how you say it, doesn't it?

Ludwig said bluntly:

"Yes."

……

There are large holdings of white roses surrounding the altar, and the faint fragrance of flowers permeates under the dome, if there is nothing, it seems to be imaginary.

The sun shines through the painted glass of the church, casting colored spots on the snow-like skirt.

In the empty hall, under the solemn statue, the bride made a lifetime promise to the groom...with a compensation of 1000 million pounds.

This marriage couldn't have been better.

……

"Mr. Holmes' answer is of course also 'yes', then the swearing-in process is complete, and the next step is..."

William took out a piece of paper from his pocket and looked at it:

"Exchange the rings."

Ludwig: "...Let's forget about this."

"Of course not. The ceremony must be done completely. Although some of the steps are meaningless, it is obvious that women pay great attention to it."

William searched in the other trouser pocket and pulled out a ring.

It was a transparent ring.

It is probably made of a whole piece of crystal or glass, and the pattern seems to be very detailed, but Ludwig is not in the mood to take a closer look—she is running out of time.

"Exchange the rings, then, assuming you are the groom, please hurry, Mr. William Scott."

Ludwig stretched out his left hand:

"Is the rehearsal over after the exchange?"

"Ah."

William took her left hand and slowly put a crystal ring on her ring finger.

Slender and fair fingers, and a ring carved with thin branches.

They complement each other so well.

He held her hand and looked at it intently for a moment.

He's timing it well, dropping her hand just in time before Ludwig gets impatient.

"The rehearsal is over, and so is your mission, Mr. Scott."

Ludwig tried to take the ring off, only to find it stuck on her finger.

She didn't care either.

Anyway, she doesn't plan to participate in the next part, so let's wear the ring.

Ludwig clasped his hands together, making a look of being obviously nervous but not wanting to be seen:

"Where's the restroom?"

William raised his eyebrows, hesitated for a moment before answering:

"At the left corner,"

"Then you wait here for me."

Ludwig lifted the hem of his skirt and walked crookedly towards the corridor on the left:

"I'll be back in a minute."

William took her arm:

"No, ma'am, I've been told not to leave every step."

"If I go to the bathroom and you stick around, it's not just a job problem, it's a moral issue."

Ludwig turned his head and raised his chin:

"Besides, I'm wearing ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes, and I've twisted my foot. I can't even walk stably, and I'm wearing a five-meter-long skirt... Oh, where can I go? Do you expect me to fly out?"

William looked at her probingly, weighed it for a while, and then reluctantly let go of her arm:

"Okay, but you must promise to go for a while."

"Of course, I won't be staying long."

Ludwig successfully freed his hand and smiled sincerely:

"I'll be back in a minute."

……

William Scott stood on the altar, watching her back.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and waited until her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, then walked towards the corridor on the right like a leisurely stroll.

The glass cast on the ground, the unique painted patterns of the Vatican Church, and the eyes of the gods in the portraits on the side of the corridor were all crushed by him without hesitation under his feet.

He stopped before a rose that accidentally fell on the ground.

Then, he squatted down, picked up the rose, and gently placed it in the outstretched palm of the stone-carved man.

.........

He ignores people, he ignores legislation... he ignores gods.

But for a single rose, he stopped and bowed down.

……

William Sherlock Scott Holmes took out a black mobile phone from his pocket as he walked.

A short audio clip was uploaded to an unknown account.

At the same time, a short text message was also sent to Mycroft's mobile phone, who was busy entertaining guests 200 meters away, and spent a lot of money just to be the officiant—

"The wedding is over.sh"