[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

2311 North Robles Avenue in Pasadena, California is still very lively.

When Francis met Sheldon here, the scene was very embarrassing. This is one of the reasons why she failed to grab Nolan's trouser leg. At least Nolan can help her bear half of the firepower.

"I'm sorry, Sheldon, I'm not going to let it come out," Francis said sincerely.

"I thought your ambition was Isaac Newton, but I didn't expect it to be Cavendish ①" Sheldon said frankly.

"Well, Newton is an encyclopedia-like all-rounder, and Cavendish is just a chemist and physicist. And I always thought you would be Newton." Francis explained to himself sincerely.

Sheldon stopped, and he asked Francis with some doubts: "You really think so?"

"Of course, you are the smartest we have here."

The corners of Sheldon's mouth curled, and his eyes lit up: "Of course, I think so too. I estimate that someone who can surpass me will not appear until 200 years after my death, and there will be an asterisk next to his name , because he is a biochemical transformation person."

"Completely correct."

The onlookers eating melons said——

"Sure enough, only Francis has a solution."

"Oh, at least I don't have to suffer from Sheldon asking why Francis is smarter than me a hundred times a day."

Francis comforted Sheldon before she took out her invitation card and distributed it to everyone: "My 21st birthday party, Kensington Palace in England. I hope you all come."

Petunia was very excited: "Kensington Palace? Can I see the Queen? And Prince William and Harry?"

Francis raised his eyebrows: "My whole family will attend."

"Oh, that must be a big family. I mean, the British royal family has in-laws all over Europe," Leonard said.

"Oh, don't worry. This is my responsibility. If necessary, I can push it to my brothers. Anyway, Kate has just married in." Francis explained to Leonard, "We can be together after the birthday party On play. You can even go to Newton's grave, you can even go to Cambridge's laboratory."

"Sounds great." Leonard was very excited.

Howard asked excitedly, "Will the Spanish princess come?"

"Howard, I must tell you that Bernadette is watching you, and the Spanish princess is still a child."

After Frances said goodbye to her talented neighbors, she went to New York, after all, she owed a kiss to some peacock, didn't she?

If the biggest difference between New York and London is that the sunshine in New York is blinding.

Her blond hair can form a halo in the sun, as if setting her off like an angel.

But Francis doesn't like the term angel at all. Her mother and Mother Teresa are called angels, but they went to see God in the same year.

When you are called angels, whenever God needs a man, the first ones to be called are the group of people called angels.

In Francis' eyes, when others called her an angel, in her eyes it was undoubtedly telling her to die.

So the reason why she didn't take revenge on Angela was because she felt that every time she called her name, she was telling Angela to die.

It's really... good mood.

"Neil. Long time no see." Francis gave a very polite kiss to his handsome and beautiful face.

"Long time no see, my dear princess. You look really good."

Who in this world is better at sweet talk than Neil Caffrey.

"Oh, your blonde hair, your beauty, your elegance, it's all smoking hot."

"Thanks, your eyes are also dazzling and fascinated." Francis blinked at him.

"Drink something, my princess, I treat you."

"Irish coffee," said Francis, smiling. "Any better clues about that Mrs. Black?"

"Wow, you're really straight to the point." Neil said with a smile, his handsome face could fascinate the girls, "The mosquitoes monitored the bug you put in Blake's house. She looks quite ordinary."

"But what?" Francis looked at Neil with a smile and spread his hands, "Don't you always surprise me, gentleman."

"Well, if you want to get the princess's kiss, you can't let her down, can you?" Neil threw a wink at Francis, who raised his eyebrows.

"Then you're lucky, you'll get my first kiss."

"Really. How lucky I am."

Francis made a mouth shape and said, "Information."

"You think that the widow of a dead ordinary member sent a member to take care of her. Maybe that's why I couldn't be the boss. If it were me, I thought it would be fine to pay the money and monitor whether the woman would talk too much." Neil shrugged, showing a handsome and charming smile, "I got her name, Selene."

"Selene, the goddess of the moon." Francis frowned and turned his head to look at Neil. "It's so ironic. The name of my mother Diana happens to be the name of the goddess of hunting. In Greek mythology, the goddess of the moon and the goddess of hunting happen to be the same One. It's brilliant irony."

"Also, I don't think the UK is their target. Sete's target should be Italy."

"Italy?!" Francis suddenly remembered Alice's reminder, "I don't think this is an accident, I think it's been planned for a long time."

"Beyond your imagination, Your Royal Highness." Neil shrugged and smiled, "If there is a follow-up, I will let you know."

Francis shook his head: "Don't get involved, the rest is my job. Oh, yes, I almost forgot the serious business, Neil. I hope you will come to my birthday party with Agent Pete."

"Birthday party? Well, it must be very interesting." Neil didn't care about Francis' stop. For him, Francis is a friend, and curiosity should be stopped in moderation.

"Maybe you can get one or two famous paintings from the Middle Ages," Francis joked.

Neil smiled, rubbed his hands and complained, "I can't do anything with Pete watching you. How are you and your Prince Charming?"

Francis showed a puzzled expression: "What Prince Charming."

"The prince of yours that Nolan mentioned. I always thought it was describing himself." Neil obviously had a certain understanding of Nolan's narcissism. "It's the one you like."

Francis let out an 'oh', and she took a sip of the bitter Irish coffee. The strong whiskey and sweet coffee with cream formed an intoxicating taste in her mouth, and the bitterness and sweetness of cream remained on the tip of her tongue, forming a kind of A wonderful treat.

"It's not appropriate to call him a prince at all, to be honest. First, although the one I like is a beauty, she is far from the image of a prince." Francis stretched out the tip of his pink tongue to lick off the residue on her lips. Cream, "It should be said that he is like a king of England."

In London, England, it is still raining, even if it is not raining, it will be gray weather.

The MI6 led by McCoff often cooperates with the CIA. Even in London, he can still monitor the situation in New York.

Especially since Princess Frances has left for New York.

New York is much more dangerous than London, and the more concentrated the power, the more it is filled with unreachable darkness, which is beyond everyone's imagination.

If Princess Francis is on a rampage that he can't reach, his anxiety index will explode. He has nothing to do with Princess Francis, and all the plans have been resolved by Her Royal Highness.

Hallelujah, he didn't teach her to break the rules like this, he should know that she shouldn't be in contact with Sherlock, see, he's already spoiled her in just a few days.

At least Francis had never made a mistake, never been hurt, never been harassed by the media in the goldfish bowl she had created.

But the goldfish has already jumped out of the goldfish bowl and jumped into the sea. She doesn't care that she is a freshwater fish, and she doesn't care about the vicious sharks in the sea.

Maybe Sherlock is right, there is no such thing as the sturdiest goldfish bowl in the world.

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Mycroft's first Christmas after marriage.

Francis decided to live in Mycroft's hometown, and brought together the awkward Sherlock and the recent Cold War Watson couple and Sherlock's apprentice Willy or Billy's guy. This is probably what Mrs. Holmes would like to see the most. up.

Then Francis climbed the ladder to put the star on the Christmas tree.

Just happened to be seen by McCoff, who came home from get off work.

"Oh, Eric, what are you doing, come down."

"Don't worry so much, Myc, I've done more dangerous things than this." Francis hopped off the ladder.

Sherlock bit the gingerbread and curled his lips: "Obviously you have a lot of experience, Eric."

"Eat your little gingerbread, Charlie, sooner or later you will be as fat as Myc. Oh, and your hairline, don't think that curly hair can cover it up."

Sherlock put down the gingerbread in his mouth: "Oh, married women are really scary. You actually stand in the same camp as the fat man."

Mycroft gave Sherlock a warning look: "Eric, I was never in the same camp as you, Sherlock. She is my wife."

"Oh, of course, you have lost weight recently. Because of the queen's birthday party, many people approached your young and beautiful new wife. They are all blond, handsome, tall and successful men"

"Don't listen to Sherlock's nonsense, this is a necessary entertainment." Francis comforted her husband with a stiff smile

"Come on, they asked you for your phone number. Although you didn't give it." Sherlock hit his brother without sparing any effort.

And Mycroft decided it was time to have a baby.