[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"Building a relationship is hard for someone like me who is, well, old-fashioned."

"It's not easy for everyone. Mind if I open a bottle of Raya Sherry? We can sit and talk."

"Not at all. Dr. Ford is British?" Francis watched the beautiful woman open a bottle of wine and come over with two goblets. For Spanish sunshine in a bottle."

Dr. Ford raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You don't agree with that statement."

Francis took the wine glass and gently shook the liquid in the glass. She pursed her lips and showed a smile similar to her mother: "As a scientist, logical thinking prevents me from understanding the beauty described by writers."

She took a sip lightly. Raya Sherry is a kind of Oloso Sherry, a high-grade wine with a rough taste and not fully fermented.

"In Shakespeare's time, sherry was known as the best wine." Doctor Ford clinked glasses with Francis.

Francis nodded. She looked at the liquid in the glass, looked at the doctor with blue eyes and asked, "What kind of wine do you like, Doctor Ford?"

"Abis."

Francis raised his eyebrows: "Green Elf - absinthe. Absinthe has been a frequent visitor in art works since Paris in the 19th century when hedonism prevailed. People who like it regard it as "Green Elf". It directly affects The development of Impressionism, Post-Impressionism, Surrealism, Modernism and Cubism gave birth to a group of decadent writers. Those who hate it regard it as the "Green Devil" that makes people hallucinate and lose themselves. So banned for a hundred years. Baudelaire once described absinthe, a wine that knows how to adorn the dirtiest of huts with miraculous luxury... The effluvium, the green eyes, plunges my unrepentant soul into oblivion .Are you an artist, Dr. Ford?"

Dr. Ford shook his head: "Doctors can't be artists. What kind of wine does the Queen like?"

Francis covered her mouth and smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were very moving: "She likes whiskey. You can't tell it at all. She is a very cool person."

"Wow, that's really cool. How old is the queen? 83?"

"In fact, she is 85 years old. I can't believe it, my grandfather is 90 years old." Francis said with a smile.

"Can you tell me about your mother? Our generation almost grew up under her influence." Dr. Ford said gently and naturally.

Francis took a sip of his drink and frowned: "It's been 14 years since my mother passed away. It's amazing how time flies. She's not a perfect woman, I admit it, but she's definitely a perfect mother .She looks fragile, but she is stronger than I imagined. In 14 years, there has never been a moment when I stopped thinking about her."

"By now, should you feel pain, Your Highness?"

"Always. This is the regret of my life." Francis was playing with the glass in her hand, and she felt that her emotions were a little out of control. "Can we change the subject, Doctor Ford?"

Doctor Ford wore his own professional smile, and his green eyes were gentle and unbelievable: "Of course, Your Highness."

When Francis came out of the treatment room, she couldn't hide her exhaustion. She said goodbye to Dr. Ford with a smile, and Anthea waited for her downstairs by the car.

She opened the car door for Francis, and when Francis sat in, McCoff was there, and she gave a small smile.

"Good afternoon, sir."

"Good afternoon, Your Highness." Mycroft nodded slightly. He looked at the haggard Francis, "How do you feel?"

"Doctor Ford is very good." Francis said, "but today I want to go back to Windsor Castle."

Mycroft glanced at Francis, who closed her eyes and leaned against the car window to doze off. He pursed his lips and asked the driver to drive to Windsor.

After 10 minutes, Mycroft carefully moved Francis' head to his lap with his hands, and he ran his hands through her blond hair.

Some things have changed between them.

Even Francis is still so obedient.

But Mycroft, who is familiar with Francis, can be keenly aware of her changes.

The little princess chose the most difficult path that he didn't expect.

Anthea, who was sitting in the front row, saw such a warm scene through the rearview mirror, and sighed silently: The relationship between the devil and the princess is getting better and better.

She wants to be steadfast in CP for 100 years without wavering.

Francis' sudden return to Windsor was unexpected by Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip.

The Queen likes the family to be together and she had a smile on her face when she saw Francis.

"Oh, Siss. How are you doing?" The happiest was Francis' brother William, who hugged the little sister affectionately and stroked her hair.

"Fine, went out to relax. It feels better. But, Will..." Francis moved his eyes up to William's hair, "Are you really not going to get a hair transplant?"

Amidst the ridicule of his brother and wife, William pushed his sister away pretending to be angry.

"Lily Bai, looking at them, I thought they were all grown up, but they were still a group of children." Philip bent over and said to his wife.

"Be tactful, William. She's your little sister," said Queen Elizabeth.

Francis, who was hiding behind Harry, stuck out his small head and stuck out his tongue at William.

Seen by Philip, he said: "Be tactful, my little plum pudding, your grandmother is watching you."

Francis took Philip's hand in the past and said to Queen Elizabeth: "Many people say that William will lose his hair because his grandfather brought the hair loss gene into the royal family."

Philip was so angry that his nose was almost crooked: "Nonsense, my hair is much thicker than William's."

30 years after his birth, Prince William finally felt the maliciousness from his family.

If the grandparents and younger siblings were not there, I really wanted to hide in Kate's arms and cry bitterly.

"England men have a gene for hair loss. It's not my problem, little plum pudding." Philip was still brooding about it towards dinner.

William changed the subject decisively: "How is the school? Imperial College?"

"Ah, I almost forgot about it." Francis asked his grandmother's opinion. "What do you think of reporting after the birthday party?"

"It's good. After your 21st birthday, you have to take on more responsibilities. My dear." Queen Elizabeth is a woman with a strong sense of responsibility, which is why she is loved by the people.

"Of course, this is my inherent responsibility." Francis knew that the 21st birthday in the royal family was considered a coming-of-age ceremony, and she had to go from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.

Harry said: "Well, my sister is a great scientist. I always tell my friends that. Keep them away from you by the way."

William just wanted to say well done my brother.

"It's not polite at all, Harry. Sissy is 21 years old." The queen said dissatisfied.

Philip retorted: "It's only 21 years old. Sissy is still a child."

Her Majesty the Queen looked at her husband! : "When I was 21 we were married and a year later Charles was born."

"Before that, we had known each other for eight years. It was a long time. Little Plum Pudding didn't even have a crush," Philip said.

Francis nodded and said to William and Kate, "How was your honeymoon?"

It was Kate who answered Francis: "Fantastic. Very good."

"Speaking of which, I must say, you have a new apartment, aren't you going to have a party to celebrate?" William asked his sister with a happy smile on his face.

Francis nodded thoughtfully: "There must be a party. Oh, yes, my birthday party, grandma, I can invite my American roommates. They are all geniuses in physical engineering."

"Of course, my dear, that's your party. Oh, Charles, you're late."

Charles gave his mother a face-to-face salute, and he put his hand on his little daughter's shoulder: "It's not late to arrive before dinner. What are you discussing?"

"My birthday party. Papa."

Charles pressed Francis's face and said, "You can discuss what dress you are going to wear, Siss."

"Oh, Papa, do you remember, you..." the boys began to tease their father.

The family is always happy, although it is not perfect, but this is the reason why she has not fallen into darkness and madness so far.

The author has something to say: I feel sorry for William, when my hair was on, I was really a prince in a fairy tale.