[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"Mister is a little thinner than last time we met." Francis teased the pure-colored Scottish fold cat, which she named Brian, and looked at the little gray cat beside her legs, "Brian seems to have gained weight too." Some. It didn't trouble you here, sir."

Based on the fact that Windsor Castle and Buckingham Palace are not conducive to keeping cats, that is the world of the Queen Corgi.

So Frances sent Brian here, though it was hard for her to imagine how a man like Mycroft could be a cat slave.

Mycroft flipped through the research results brought by Francis. This result exceeded his expectations. Before teaching her, he did not expect that she could go so far in the field.

"Exceeded expectations." Mycroft closed the document, sat gracefully and calmly on the chair, he leaned on the velvet pillow, and he looked at the grown-up princess.

At 21, the age when her mother Diana married Charles.

"Because there are a group of genius friends." Francis didn't want to talk about the group of roommates. They were her friends, not people who could be used. She stopped teasing Brian, the little thing licked her fingers, and she sat down , "Then what I want."

"The past is all fake, memories have no return, spring is always gone, and the craziest and most persistent love is also fleeting." Mycroft poured her some Twinings tea himself, and his sharp eyes watched The young princess spoke slowly as if reciting a tribute.

"This is not the answer I want. Even if it is the reward for my hard work in the past few years." Francis was unmoved, she held up the bone china teacup, looking extremely cold, "Even if you recite the entire "One Hundred Years of Solitude" for me is not enough to impress me."

In order to perfuse me, if you have the ability, you can recite it word for word.Francis thought very calmly.

"The cause of your mother's death was established four years ago," Mycroft said.

Francis interrupted him lightly, almost rude: "Don't expect me to believe the driver's nonsense about drunk driving. This kind of talk is enough to dismiss Will Henry. My mother may have the innocence and stupidity of a little girl, But I know she is cautious, the driver may have been drinking, but not drunk, and she is not not wearing her seat belt."

Sensing that the former owner was in a bad mood, Brian rubbed her shoes with his body.

But Francis ignored it, even though it showed a cute milky white belly.

"I remember I taught you not to take it too seriously." Mycroft didn't care about Francis' rudeness. He didn't remind His Royal Highness of the etiquette. Will run away together, that is her Ni Lin.

"I don't think this range includes relatives." Francis said coldly, her chin slightly raised, her fingers intertwined on her knees.

The princess's stubbornness was beyond Mycroft's imagination, which made him realize that the peace of the past few years was just her self-disguising. Diana's death gets to the bottom of it.

She never believed the glorified truth given by the royal family.

Her intelligence can be glimpsed in the past decades of correspondence.

In Mycroft's heart, Francis has always been a very clever royal goldfish.

She has been working very hard, and her published papers in the field of science have made her a well-known scientist in the academic world. Now this scientist has turned into a royal princess.

But within a day, the global media had dug up her academic background, and the headlines of the major newspapers, apart from William and Kate's wedding of the century, was Princess Francis, who was recently hailed as the British Pallas Athena.

"Obviously." Mycroft nodded reservedly. He took out the document bag that he had prepared a long time ago. He knew that he would lose to, oh no, maybe he was prepared to lose to the young princess from the very beginning.Diana's death became a trapped beast in the princess's heart, and no one could drive this trapped beast out of the princess' heart.

Even if he is a Sherlock Holmes.

The investigation materials, including Wang Hao's autopsy application, were all sorted out by him personally. He was sure that it was within her acceptance range and under his control.

Francis took the document bag, she opened it in no hurry, she put it on her lap.

She spoke dryly like a promise: "I won't care too much, when I know the truth, everything will be over."

"When are you planning to return to China? Although Imperial College is not bad, but if you can enter the Cavendish Laboratory in Cambridge, the royal family will be proud of you." McCoff appropriately changed the subject, and Francis' words had already sealed Diana's case , he doesn’t have to tangle with Francis on this matter.

"Of course. I will work hard in the direction of Cavendish Laboratory. My plan is to go to Cambridge to study for a doctorate." Francis also had the same plan, and she put down the teacup in her hand. Just hear this and stop warning me that I can't marry an American. If it's the Victorian custom, I'll have to find a prince of some country. Thinking of my mother's tragedy, it's worse than marrying an American Reliable."

"I think the rumors about your affair with Nolan Ross, the sixth richest man in the United States, have already reached the Queen's ears." Mycroft frowned, and he put a sugar cube, "It is true that he is a good partner."

"Of course. Although Nolan is unrestrained, as a friend and partner, he is indeed a smart person. The profits of our cooperation are also quite considerable." Francis subconsciously looked at the time and smiled, "However, he should be quite good recently. busy."

Mycroft picked up the black tea and raised his eyebrows: "Are you ready to go back?"

"Yes, I have never been satisfied with the Queen." Francis laughed.

"Based on the current situation, you should not come alone. The Prime Minister will arrange security for you tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow. I'm going to Northampton tomorrow." Francis said lightly, "I don't like being followed when dealing with personal emotions."

"You shouldn't be so capricious, Your Highness." Mycroft said, there was no accusation in his tone, Francis' skill was personally guided by him, and even if there was no security, his people would not withdraw from her side.

"I call this the last time, sir." Francis stood up, holding the document bag that Mycroft gave her in her hand. "A storm is coming, sir."

"Is this your intuition?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

"Don't be disbelieving, sir." Francis sensed Mycroft's suspicion, "I'm not lying. This is the era of the Internet, and this is London, England."

"Goodbye, sir."

"Goodbye, Your Highness."

"Goodbye, Brian."

Francis squeezed Brian's little ears and walked out of Pall Mall Street. The rare sun in London was unexpectedly dazzling, and the sun shone on her blonde hair to form a halo.

Mycroft is now watching her leaving back from the bay window, and another self in the memory palace jumps out, wearing a gray three-piece suit, swinging an umbrella as a weapon.

"You shouldn't have given her. Not even a little bit. She cared too much about Princess Diana's death. It's not a good sign."

"Diana is her mother, it is impossible to expect her to be indifferent." He stood opposite his other self, as if confronting each other.

"Diana is not just her mother, she is her spiritual world. Mycroft. Her death had a huge impact on the heart of the young princess. The collapse of the spiritual world is a disaster."

"She has been seeing a psychiatrist in recent years, and she is well controlled."

"Her mother, Diana, made a younger generation of royals. She had a huge impact on the world. The royal family was blamed several times for her." 'Mycroft' began to sit down, why did he stand, to him The burden on the lumbar spine is really heavy, "Follow the times, Mycroft. Traditions are being lost, and people will always regret what they have lost now after 100 years. Francis was born in the most traditional and conservative family in Europe, and his mother was born in A black sheep with a glorious family in the fifth century. As the daughter of the princess and Concubine Diana, people of that class are full of affection for her. Excessive pursuit of the so-called truth is just a cocoon. "

"Francis is not going to stop until she gets the truth," said Mycroft, who has a headache about it. "She's unimaginably stubborn."

"Yeah, she's as stubborn as Sherlock who thought of pirates when she was young." 'Mycroft' sighed, "But you know the final outcome, for Sherlock."

"That's why I gave her such a profile."

"This is far from enough. Obviously, you should check who she has been in contact with recently. The last storm prediction is not groundless. She will not lie in front of you. Obviously, she believes in you more."

Mycroft didn't say anything, his relationship with the princess can be described as complicated.

"Why did you choose her? Mycroft." 'Mycroft' asked holding a small cake, "It is true that little Francis, who lost his mother at the age of seven, showed extraordinary calmness and managed to get rid of the guards and servants of Windsor Castle. The nanny showed extraordinary wisdom. She slipped into the attic under the eyes of her brother, in order to vent her emotions. The collision of reason and emotion, one day, she will be destroyed, by herself."

Mycroft was silent for a while, he seemed to be looking for a suitable adjective, swear to God, his literature is not poor, but it is difficult to describe this unexpected Her Majesty the Princess.

"sheisanunusualPrincess. (She is a princess like no other)"

"She reminds you of Olos?"

"In some places they do imagine. But Francis is a goldfish, even if she's very smart."

"Yeah, sweet goldfish. Mycroft. Hope you've got it all under control."

"of course."

McCoff put down the cooled black tea and poured the milk to Brian. He brought Francis' materials back to the study and put them in the first drawer on the far left.

He called Anthea to ask her to prepare the car, he was going to Baker Street.

The author has something to say: Francis and Mycroft are coming and going.And McGonagall's last conversation with himself in the memory palace, about Francis' influence on Diana's death, is so-so, please eat it.