[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

The party at 221C was held as scheduled.

She invited a younger generation of royals to the party, including HRH Princess Angela, and Prince Andrew, Duke of York.

Lots of food prepared by Francis, with some fondant cake and punch.

Zara squeezed Francis' face and complained: "Boys really can't take care of others, look at you, Francis."

William and Harry came over and heard Zara's complaints, and immediately said: "What are you talking about, Zara. You don't know how much Harry and I love our little sister."

Zara glanced at William sideways: "I doubt this sentence very much."

Kate and her sister Pippa approached, with presents still in hand.

"Oh, Kate, Youaresosweet. You must be Pippa, nice to meet you, I'm Francis. Just call me Siss." Francis took the gift and gave the Middleton sisters a hug.

"James has to be a little later," William said.

James Middleton is the younger brother of Kate and Pippa.

"Never mind. Oh, I have to introduce you to my neighbor. John Watson. He's a retired military doctor. He served in Afghanistan."

"You are really admirable, Dr. Watson." Harry gave a military salute to Watson.

Watson also returned a military salute.

William patted Francis on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "It's really smart of you to invite Andrew."

"Come on, you really think Peter can hold Angela down. Look, Peter, how deadly a baby is, and my lovely niece Savannah has pushed his hairline back in agony " Francis pouted in Peter's direction, "Thank you Uncle Phillips, otherwise Peter would be like Ed now."

"But you were very quiet when you were young and never cried." When Francis was born, William was eight years old, and Harry was six years old.

Francis raised his eyebrows: "Well, so Papa's hair is thicker than Ed's. I think Louisa and Gerald must have broken his heart."

"Oh, honey, don't talk about the hair again." William has been worried about his hair, and now he is ready to give up the treatment.

Francis saw his intentions and sneered: "Honey, if you don't get hair transplantation, I will instigate Kate to divorce you, and I will send Kate the enlarged, bold and framed photo of the moment when your hair was the thickest, and then let Kate She looks at your growing Mediterranean."

Kate and Pippa heard this conversation, and Kate couldn't help laughing when she saw her husband's loveless face.And Pippa said that the princess is so cruel, I want to be quiet.

William: This is really my own sister.

Laughing at Francis, Kate said: "Most hairy? When? Babies?"

William: This is really my wife.

Francis laughed out loud. She leaned on Zara, and Zara, as the big sister, put her arms around her little sister, and cast a helpless look at William.

William looked hopeless.

The party held by Francis did not have any sense of ceremony, like an American-style party. Everyone was very relaxed, even Pippa, who was a little restrained at the beginning, let go.

"Hey, what are the children talking about?" Andrew, as the only elder here, has a gentler personality, and he rests on the shoulders of the protagonist of the party.

"Oh, I'm talking about family traditions. Planting trees and wallowing. Balmoral time," laughs William.

Andrew nodded with a smile: "I remember when I was little we were allowed to go and sweep leaves in a garden in London. You know, my father was an old urchin. He filled the cart with leaves and put Edward and me in it." , Edward happily sucked his thumb."

"I've also seen pictures of Anne and Papa buried in the sand with only one head exposed." Francis said with a smile.

"Well, it was a very good time." Andrew glanced at Beatrice and Eugenie not far away, "How are you going to spend your 21st birthday, Siss?"

"There's a party at Kensington Palace. You know, Uncle Andrew. Introduce me to the world." Francis smiled and said, turning to sisters William, Zara and Kate. "Uncle Andrew and I went to get some punch .”

She held Andrew's arm with a smile, and walked to the wine area to get wine together.

"You look like you have something to say, Uncle Andrew. Is it something to do with Beatrice and Eugenie?" Francis looked at the various colors of punch, ready to choose their favorite color and flavor.

"Yes, I shouldn't have come to you, Siss." Prince Andrew said with some embarrassment, "It's about the bodyguards. Beatrice and Eugenie's bodyguards."

Francis heard about the unhappiness between Charles and Andrew because of Beatrice and Eugenie's bodyguard issues and the three daughters' professional royal status.

"You want me to convince my father?" Francis raised his eyebrows, "Well, I'll try it out. Before that, I can recommend a professional bodyguard company, which is very reliable. Well, then, do Angela's bodyguards need my help? "

"Oh, I'm not going to heat her up. Angela has become a lot more sensitive recently. You know, she has always hated bodyguards." Andrew really had nothing to do with this daughter, and he said to Francis helplessly.

Francis didn't want to pay attention to this brainless woman. He really hated seeing her.

For a vengeful and narrow-minded princess, Angela has completely offended her.

Go to a fucking relative.

"What are you talking about?" Francis returned with a punch.

Zara said happily, "We're going to get William drunk."

Francis looked at William, who was always being bullied by girls, and said very thoughtfully: "Save this project for your wedding, dear. We can get the boys drunk and let them dance the four little swans together, and then film photos, threatening them to meet all our demands."

William raised his forehead, as the future king, he really has nothing to do with this group of goblins.

If he wants to dance the four little swans, he must put Harry in a ballet suit and let him show his proud leg hair.

Harry: This is really my real brother.

Francis believes that the family members who dare to fight each other are true love, and the representative figure-Prince Philip.

Everyone at the party was drinking and chatting, and even played the song "One Step Away", and the young men and women came to a passionate tango.

It was midnight by the time the party drew to a close.

When Francis saw off the last group of guests, he felt exhausted.

After the carnival, 221C made her feel particularly lonely.

She asked Watson, who wanted to stay and help, to go back. He seemed to have a good chat with Harry.

Francis buried herself in the sofa. The effect of alcohol gave her a headache. She sat on the sofa for a while and was about to sort things out.

Her cell phone rang again unwillingly.

It's Nolan.

"Hey, dear princess, are you having fun?" The voice on the other end of the phone is still familiar and glib.

"Did you install a camera at my place?" Francis smiled when he heard Nolan's voice. "Just finished a party and I'm exhausted."

"That's right, you're not a party girl, honey," Nolan said on the phone. "I think I have other ideas about the branch."

"Come on, I'm always listening." Francis said she was listening.

"One branch is in London, and the other you can help me figure out the location. But I like Germany, what do you think?"

Francis raised his eyebrows, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that you want to wipe out all of Europe. What do you think of Munich, are you going to turn it into another Silicon Valley?"

"Sounds interesting."

"Well, get ready to have a blast."

The author has something to say: there will be a birthday party in about five chapters, and then the first abuse will begin.