[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

When Anthea was about to go to work today, she felt a bad premonition.

Sure enough, when she arrived at the headquarters, the door of the Boss office was closed. It is usually closed, but no one would show a heart-wrenching expression outside, and no one would want to rush in and hinder the usual Boss office. Ji Wei was so serious that he didn't dare to turn his face into a pig's liver color.

Anthea slumped her shoulders weakly.

His Royal Highness must have come down.

Anthea sat in her seat and saw the expressions on the faces of her colleagues, she couldn't help but want to ask.

Boss, do you know that your agent is so secondary?

Are these people really the guards of England?

I have deep doubts about the future of England.

As Anthea, a girl addicted to the Internet, her brain was immediately refreshed.

However, I really want to know what they talk about in it.

The heart of gossip never dies.

"Travel?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows and looked at His Highness who showed the royal etiquette in front of him.

"Yeah." Even at the core of the empire's power, Francis put on a perfect smile and relaxed, "Sir, I have been recuperating for a week, and I have regular check-ups. I just... just... feel Bored. All my friends are in the US. By the way, this is the latest conclusion, which is of course theoretically unprovable."

In order to prove that he has been bored enough to do theoretical homework this week.

Frances likes to have friends who are completely useless to her, which is true in Mycroft's view, and she tries hard to live in the world of goldfish, disguising herself as an ordinary goldfish.

Mycroft treats Frances differently from being strict with Sherlock, on the contrary he is very indulgent towards her.

Mycroft's connivance is directly proportional to Francis' dependence on him when he was young.

"If Your Highness wants to take a trip, I can only give you a week." Mycroft put away the materials that Francis brought over, "Next week, you have to see your psychiatrist."

Francis almost forgot that there was such a thing as a psychiatrist. She leaned back against the velvet back and stroked her blond hair angrily: "Sir, you shouldn't have reminded me."

"It's useless to escape." Mycroft reminded lightly.

"No escape, sir," retorted Francis. "It's just that I'm now begging you to give me a longer vacation."

"Don't be silly, Eric."

Every time Mycroft called her Eric, it meant it was out of question.

"Okay, sir." Francis nodded in compromise.

"How are you doing with Sherlock, Your Highness. I hope he hasn't caused you any trouble." Mycroft also sat comfortably in his seat, successfully turning the atmosphere of the office into an afternoon tea atmosphere suitable for chatting.

"Oh, do you mean that he is bored and likes to shoot at the wall in the middle of the night?" Francis said with a smile, "It only takes 2 minutes for him to finish firing the bullets. It can be seen that he has been bored to the point of being irritable recently." .It's a relief to see that Scotland Yard has been peaceful lately."

McCoff paused, remembering that he had ordered a week ago that Scotland Yard would not give Sherlock a case, for that damned Lolita, and that damned Sally Holmes.

For Sherlock's childish provocation, Mycroft has always been very responsive.

"It will be fine after a while."

Francis nodded, and she took out a box of cookies that had just been baked in the morning from her bag. When she took it out, the sweet smell of cookies also wafted out.

Francis' skill in making desserts has been recognized by the picky McCauf.

She got up and put the biscuit box on Mycroft's desk. Her hands were thin and slender, and her body curves were exceptionally beautiful. Although she was 175 tall, her small frame made her look extraordinarily frail. Her azure blue eyes are like dream bubbles dyed by the sky. Her lips are not obvious, neither thin nor thick. The color is natural cherry blossom pink, which is suitable for any color of lipstick.

He could draw this beautiful face with his eyes closed, but in the few seconds when Francis was serving as a cookie, it was as if he had never seen her before, and his attention was drawn away by Francis Not even his favorite biscuits caught his attention.

"It seems that even Mister has not been able to estimate the definite time. It seems that Sherlock's boredom and irritability will continue for a while." Francis said.

"Maybe you should go to Italy with him," Mycroft said, his piercing eyes looking calmer at Francis.

Francis showed a strange look: "Are you sure, sir?"

She suspected she couldn't keep any secrets from Mycroft.

"What? What's the problem?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

Francis sat up straight, and said in surprise: "I thought you knew, sir. Sherlock lacked literary knowledge. Italy was the most important country during the Renaissance, and Sherlock would definitely shout Boring for the architectural art at that time .And I only have two hands that can't hold the coffin board of the three masters of literature and art."

Mycroft hooked his lips to Francis's interesting statement: "Don't worry, Your Highness. They all have only bones left, and they have no strength."

Francis paused and sighed: "That was just a cold joke, sir. Didn't you teach Sherlock literature when he was young? I remember you taught me classical literature."

Speaking of these, Mycroft couldn't help but sigh, Sherlock in his teens was a hundred times worse than he is now.

Seeing the unbearable expression on the face of the Mycroft Iceman, this obviously pleased Francis.

"Well, well. If that's your request, sir. What can I say but agree."

Francis and Mycroft then had a rather pleasant conversation.

When she came out of the office, Mycroft was standing behind her, and they were saying goodbye.

Anthea and a group of agents and quartermasters wanted to put on their bunny ears and listen.

"By the way, I told you something about the conversation in Pall Mall last time. Do you have any clues, sir?" Francis' height was almost on Mycroft's shoulders, and there was a bit of worry in her tone .

"Don't worry, Eric." Mycroft knew that Moriarty was responsible for the last car accident, and he was also extra vigilant against this person.

"It's really reassuring to have a gentleman in England." Francis smiled lightly, saying goodbye to Mycroft.

This is a huge amount of information.

The agents thought.

According to the latest news, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales has entered the palace.

MI5 agents ran around telling each other.

Anthea sighed for the thousand and first time.

Is it really okay to hand England over to these guys?

It is rumored that MI5's various heights are so funny and realistic in its bones, is it okay?

Unbeknownst to Francis, agents of MI5 and MI6 gossip about her and McCoff.

A long time later, when she was reborn as Mrs. Holmes after going through so many hardships, at their wedding scene, agents and intelligence agents disguised themselves as waiters, drivers and nuns, and watched the whole process regardless of Boss's cold face. in danger of being sunk in the Persian Gulf.

Anthea, who is not afraid of death, also published a book "The Devil and Lolita" anonymously. Finally, with the help of the devil, the princess Loli ascended the throne and became the highest couple in the country.

Of course, in the end, after the Boss threw all the work to them on the grounds of honeymoon, they entered a period of dire straits.

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