[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Two opposite corridors, one to the left and one to the right.

Which one is better at escaping marriage skills?

Ludwig was wearing ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes, a little trembling. She held up the hem of her skirt and walked slowly through the path to the bathroom that William Scott had pointed out for her.

- the road to freedom.

This scene reminded her inexplicably of Liu Xie, Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty. At that time, he sat on the toilet seat and said to Uncle Liu Huang: "This toilet is my throne."

——Suddenly felt that what I was doing was very high-end and foreign-style, and there were tears in my eyes.

A dull pain in the ankle, not serious.She turned the corner William had said and walked out of his sight.

Then, she stopped and paused.

Immediately afterwards, she moved her legs again.

However, from this second onwards, her walking posture has been completely different from the rusty and unsteady one before.She stepped on ten-centimeter high heels as smoothly as she was wearing sneakers.

Faster and faster, faster and faster... Finally she was literally running.

——Who said she can't wear high heels?

In a bar in Brazil, can she dance on a heel that is [-] centimeters long and as thin as a nail?

Ten centimeters, isn't that a joke?

As Ludwig ran, he put his hand in through the collar.

Sherlock helped her improve the wedding dress, which was so conservative that even the chest was covered with fine gauze, which was much more conservative than the one Anhe designed for her.

But the more conservative, the more fabric.

And the more fabric you have, the better you can hide things.

……

Ludwig took a key from his chest.

That was the key of the driver who brought her here.

When getting out of the car, she fell down, and when she was supported by the driver beside her, she got the car key from his pocket.

—Of course I really fell down, and of course I really sprained my foot.

Facing a monster with perverted IQ like Mycroft, if she didn't treat herself a little harder, how could she have been able to deceive him?

Everything has a price, but there is also a reward.

God would never let her sprain her foot for nothing.

……

In the empty and dark corridor, the white wedding dress on Ludwig's body was like the only light on the dark background, dazzlingly white.

But this bright light jumped onto the window in the next instant.

It was such a beautiful move, floor-length dresses, vintage window frames, and beauties in frames.

It's a pity...the height is not enough.

Ludwig lay prone under the window, calmly accepted the fact that his motor skills were low, then climbed up the window on all fours, and climbed down on all fours.

This is the first floor, yet she climbed so hard... What was it that made her want to climb down from the second floor?

No, after running away from marriage, you must train your muscles.

……

Wearing such a high-profile skirt, she couldn't keep a low profile even if she wanted to.After climbing outside the palace, Ludwig ran upright and confidently.

Fortunately, the car was not far from the window through which she climbed out.

When she got out of the car, Mycroft and the driver got off, so she concluded that the place where Mycroft entertained guests was not far away.

And Mycroft would allow the driver to carry her into the dressing room. This driver must be someone he trusts.

In other words, this car is Mycroft's exclusive car.

So as long as Mycroft entertained his MPs at Buckingham Palace, the car must still be there.

……

Ludwig put the key in the door lock, and the door opened.

She sat in the driver's seat, looked ahead, smiled...she succeeded.

Well, now there's only one furry little problem left, and that's...

Motor vehicle, how to drive?

Ludwig held the steering wheel: "..."

Fuck, please get a manual!Wait online!

……

Just as she was looking down which was the brake and which was the accelerator, a low and elegant voice of a strange man suddenly came from beside her:

"The one on the right is the accelerator, the one on the left is the brake."

No, this is no longer the voice of a strange man. She just left this man.

"...William?"

Ludwig slowly raised his head, staring at the man in front of him:

"How will you be here?"

William was wearing a black suit, which almost blended into the black leather chair behind him when he turned up his neckline slightly

"Wait someone."

William said lightly:

"But you, as Mrs. Holmes, why don't you just stay in the room and come to the car?"

"I left a very important thing at home. I can't get married without it. I have to go back."

Ludwig leaned over and opened the car door for William:

"So you get out of the car."

William: "...Be reasonable, ma'am."

"I've always been reasonable."

His hands were not long enough, so Ludwig stretched out his foot and kicked the door open a little, and began to push William out:

"So you get out of the car."

William held on to the door frame with a resolute tone, as if he would not get out of the car:

"No, that's not a valid reason. I won't get out of the car until I hear a valid reason."

Just cause?

Ludwig pulled out the hairpin on his head expressionlessly, and his long black hair hung down like loose satin.

She began to pry William's hand on the door frame:

"The legitimate reason is that you are too heavy and consume fuel. I don't know if the relationship between the Middle East and the UK is not good, and the price of fuel is getting more and more expensive?"

William: "..."

Because William didn't dare to do anything to her, Ludwig became irritable... According to William, Mr. Holmes will come in half an hour, and now there are at most 5 minutes left.

If she doesn't go, she won't have time.

But just when she was too intimidating and planned to solve it violently, William suddenly grabbed her hand with his backhand, easily pulled the hairpin out of her hand, and grabbed her foot pushing the door with the other hand, gently Lay it lightly on your lap.

At the same time, the toe of the shoe ticked... the door closed.

Before Ludwig could react, the situation had turned around.

She stared blankly at her suddenly empty palm.

This series of moves is so beautiful, it's so smooth, William's skill is very good... no, it should be said to be quite good.

Such a person is actually just a makeup artist?

……

William locked the door and smiled at Ludwig:

"Let's go."

Ludwig: "Us?"

William raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say that if you leave something at home, you can't get married without it?"

"I know that."

Ludwig frowned:

"But why... us? You won't be able to do anything with me."

"But I need to stay close to you."

"William, people should be lazy within the standard of work. Look how old you are. I can't tell whether you are 20 or 40."

"Ma'am, I have always been serious and responsible."

William raised the corners of his lips:

"None of these are 'good reasons.'"

... for a good reason, right?

Ludwig pulled one shoulder strap over his arm expressionlessly:

"If you don't get out of the car, I'll run into Mycroft's dignitaries' reception and cry that you're trying to moleste."

"..."

William pulled up her shoulder straps:

"He won't believe it."

"Why should I want him to believe it?"

Ludwig raised his eyebrows:

"Of course Mycroft can see that this is my trick, but since the councilors are all present, he will put you on..."

Expelled.

But she couldn't go on, because... from the rearview mirror of the car window, she had already seen a patrol team rushing into the palace she had just left.

She looked up at the time on the instrument watch...she was really out of time.

William noticed this too.

He looked at her intently:

"You're running out of time, ma'am."

...That was also because the man next to her insisted on not getting out of the car.

Ludwig put his hands on the steering wheel, but did not step on the gas pedal.

She wasn't sure if William really believed her story, he could contact Sherlock or Mycroft at any time... so why would she run?

"Actually, you don't have to struggle so much."

William smiled slightly, and tapped the cushion with his fingers calmly:

"After all, you've asked me to elope and I've said yes, haven't you?"

Ludwig: "..."

What happened to this man's brain?

But now there is no other way... Anyway, I have escaped from marriage, so let's elope, who cares about the name.

Ludwig took a deep breath, stepped on the high heels that were more than ten centimeters completely illegal, and stepped on the accelerator.

The car started with a bang and drove forward.

"Mycroft is now entangled in the hands of the Treasury, but at his speed, it's not far off."

Especially after he knew that he had already married without authorization.

William leaned back in his chair and leisurely raised his hand to look at the time: "You still have 2 minutes ma'am, the exit of Buckingham Palace is on the right, can you learn to drive in 2 minutes?"

Ludwig held the steering wheel firmly and smiled: "You'll have to try it out if it works."

……

Ten seconds later.

William: "The exit to Buckingham Palace is on the right."

Ludwig: "I know."

William: "But we've been spinning in circles."

Ludwig stared ahead and said calmly, "I know, I'm still proficient in how to use the steering wheel."

William: "..."

At the rate she was learning, I'm afraid the people from the Treasury would not be enough to hold Mycroft back...he needed to do a little more.

Of course, he can also change seats with her and drive for her.

but……

Apparently, the young lady, who had just officially given his surname, preferred to figure things out on her own.

Perhaps Mycroft's private interview with the Abu Sayyaf militant leader can come in handy, and this matter can drag him down for at least 10 minutes.

Putting his hand in his trouser pocket, he quickly typed out a line and sent it out.

……

At the same time, Ludwig turned the steering wheel all the way to the right with a "huh", and the car rushed out.

The car window was opened a crack, and the wind poured in through the gap. Her long black hair rose, passed his eyes, and fell on his cheek.

"Look, I said it."

Sitting in the driver's seat, she narrowed her eyes with a smile:

"A lot of things have to be tried to know."

……

Their elopement plan did not go smoothly.

Just as Ludwig was about to drive out of Buckingham Palace, he was stopped by the police guarding the gate.

"Please show your ID."

Ludwig pulled down the window a little, revealing a pair of eyes:

"Do you need a certificate to go out?"

"Usually it is not needed, but today it is needed."

The policeman said gently:

"Because there was a big wedding here today, we were notified that we needed registration personnel."

"The documents are with my fiancé. I know there is a wedding here today because I am the bride."

Ludwig lowered his eyes and rolled down the window entirely.

When she raised her eyes again, they were already filled with tears:

"Oh, what to do, I left my wedding ring at home..."

William: "..."

Well, his little wife never blinked when she lied and acted, and he already knew that.

Ludwig hid the hand with the ring under his skirt, covered his face with one hand, leaned on the steering wheel and said:

"I've been preparing for so long, do I want to delay on a ring?"

Her tone was not agitated, and her expression was not exaggerated. She was calm from beginning to end, and she never said a word to let the police open the door.

The police could only see her slightly trembling shoulders.

But because of this weak composure, the man's compassion for weak women is even more aroused.

"Don't be sad, London is so big, you must be in time."

The young policeman hurriedly handed over a tissue:

"Actually, it's not so necessary to check your documents. Your photo is right at the gate. I'm completely sure of your identity, so there's no need to do anything extra."

He pressed the door controller button in his hand and waved his hand smartly:

"Let's go, let's go, love cannot be blocked because of a door."

Ludwig used a tissue to cover the corners of his eyes where the tears had dried and could no longer be held back.

And William Scott didn't interrupt from the beginning to the end, he just watched all this quietly, watching her affectionate performance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Under the cover of his fingers, Ludwig smiled slowly.

...the customs clearance was successful.

The car drove quickly towards the outside of Buckingham Palace.

At the same time, another temporary police team of three black cars led by Inspector Lestrade was driving out of the gate of Buckingham Palace.