[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

After the Queen and Prince Philip arrived, the birthday party officially began.

But to Francis' surprise, Doctor Hannibal didn't come, probably because he didn't want to confront Holmes.

Charles tapped the wine glass with a spoon, with an aristocratic and reserved smile on his face: "Everyone thanks you for coming to the birthday party of my daughter, Princess of Wales, Francis Alexandra Victoria."

When Charles spoke, the projector behind began to play photos and videos of Francis' birth.

"I couldn't contain my joy when I took her from the nurse. My parents and my siblings knew that I had always wanted a daughter. But before Francis, I had two. A naughty boy. Finally, 21 years ago today, I had a beautiful, beautiful and completely angelic daughter, Francis, my princess, happy birthday." Charles raised his glass to Francis, "I always remember that she First toddler, first run, rolling with her mischievous brothers at Balmoral, oh, and I always thought William and Henry were responsible for bringing up their little sister..."

Hearing the good-natured laughter from everyone, Harry whispered to William of the three brothers and sisters standing together: "Should I rush up and ask Charles if we are biological?"

William held his brother's shoulder with one hand, with a serious face: "Don't be stupid, brother. We are definitely adopted."

Francis turned his head and glared at the two brothers who had just been rejected by their fathers in public: "Hey, be more mature, boys. Kate, by the way, you really should save Will's dressing sense. Otherwise, you can only complain about him in the future. hair, and complaining about his dressing sense. Believe me, one of those is already a nightmare."

Kate nodded confidently, and Harry whispered, "Fortunately, my hair is quite lush. Maybe my mother's genes saved me."

William glared at Harry: Let me tell you that the brothers and sisters are exhausted.

"This is completely human socialization. I don't know what the meaning is at all." Sherlock said in a low voice but fast with his curly hair.

Watson on the side almost collapsed.

"Sherlock, this is what humans like."

"Totally boring."

This time another voice seconded.

"Totally boring. Who cares about this kind of boring and boring speech, I don't care about it."

The man spoke quickly and very quietly.

"Hey, Sheldon, Francis is the only scientist princess born in the British royal family in more than 1000 years. As his father, Charles should be proud of Francis' achievements." Leonard, who was particularly tired, explained aside.

Both Sherlock and Sheldon heard each other's remarks and turned to look at each other.

Sherlock used deduction to analyze the other party thoroughly, high IQ, Virgin, no EQ by visual inspection, university professor, born in physics, a brother and a sister in the family, parents divorced, Oedipus...

Within five seconds, Sherlock withdrew his gaze, curled his lips and said, "Totally boring."

Sheldon also took a look at the tall, curly-haired English man, then turned his head away, oh, his eyes are really, really annoying.

Leonard and Watson also looked at each other, and nodded at each other very understandingly, their eyes full of helplessness.

Francis didn't know about such an episode. After Charles finished speaking, it was Francis' turn to speak on stage and invite everyone to enjoy the dance at the party.

"Thank you, Papa. Thank you all for coming to my birthday party." Francis had a calm and elegant smile on his face, "Now I know why my grandfather always called me little plum pudding, thanks to Papa's photo, now I finally Know why."

There was good-natured laughter from below, and Prince Philip raised his glass to Francis, who smiled back and continued: "I think this is the first time I have appeared in public as a protagonist, and I think many people will have questions, why my father never Get me in the media before I grow up? When I was born, like any other baby, William and Harry said I was very quiet and never drove my parents crazy. When I slowly Growing up, my parents found out I was autistic, and it broke my family. When I was three, I finally spoke my first words. Well."

Francis paused and looked at Sheldon Cooper: "I know what you want to say, Sheldon. Einstein didn't speak until he was three years old. But my parents are obviously not that optimistic. My mother Diana , she gave a lot of love, she helped me perceive the world, my father Charles and my grandparents protected me. And, I have to say, my dear brothers, and Zara, never Makes me feel like I'm alone. I'm a lucky girl. So I'm going to spread my luck to more people."

Francis raised the champagne glass in his hand: "I want to make a promise here that I will use [-]% of my wealth to help children with autism and establish the Mountbatten Windsor Autistic Children's Foundation. Thank you to my grandparents for their support. Thank you to everyone who witnessed this moment. Then, please enjoy the dance to the fullest."

Francis stood inside the royal family, giving each loved one who blessed her a kiss.

"Oh, my little plum pudding has really grown up." Prince Philip sighed to his wife.

The queen nodded with a smile: "Look at her appearance, my princess is really beautiful."

The ball began with a waltz, and Francis took his cousin Eric Spencer on his arm.

"It's amazing, Cousin Siss. You look very beautiful." Eric held Francis' hand, his handsome face showed the childishness and youthfulness of a teenager, "Papa is very satisfied with that charity. You also said You do look like Aunt Diana."

Francis made a perfect circle along the music, and the sky blue skirt swayed like a blooming flower: "Do you remember her? You were young when she left."

"I have an impression of that time in South Africa." Eric said that was the last time the Spencer family and their mother got together. "Aunt Diana is a very gentle person."

"Thanks for that, Eric," Francis said with a smile. "Mother is indeed a gentle person."

In the second dance, Francis danced with Nolan. After all, they are partners, so this must be given.

But she could see the resentment solidified behind William and Harry.

Francis sighed, and heard Nolan say, "Oh, don't be so unhappy, I'll let you out in the next one."

"Oh, sweetheart Nolan, you are so sweet. If you leave my sight, please avoid my brothers." Francis smiled softly, "Otherwise I will have to go to the Thames to fish you tomorrow."

Nolan also saw the faces of Francis' brothers, sighed and asked softly, "Are all British men so scary?"

"Those who have younger sisters or older sisters." Francis suddenly thought of someone and tilted his head and added, "There are also those who have younger brothers. Basically this is the virtue."

"Okay, now I'm looking forward to exchanging dance partners. The longer it is in my hands, the less safe I will be." Nolan said plausibly.

When exchanging partners, Frances made circles on her toes. She liked to circle in ballet poses, but she didn't expect that her next partner would be Sherlock.

"It's a beautiful circle." Sherlock commented very pertinently.

"Oh, thanks." Francis took all the compliments, real or not, "You dance well, Sherlock."

Sherlock can master the rhythm of the music and step on every step perfectly, and cooperates very well with Francis.

"A century-old waltz is not difficult." Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

Francis looked very interested, her blue eyes sparkled slightly: "Oh, the next song is a tango. Want to come with me? Sherlock?"

"Why not? Your dancing skills are better than everyone present." Sherlock used deduction to analyze everyone, including Mycroft's old friend Queen.

"Aha, thank you for your compliment." As soon as Francis finished speaking, tango music sounded, "But that's not why you invited me to dance."

The tango accompaniment music is in 2/4 time, but the staccato performance is very strong, so in actual performance, each quarter note is converted into two eighth notes, so that each measure has four eighth notes Note.

It is a dance in which the interaction between men and women is obvious.

Sherlock carefully looked at the jewelry worn by Francis's dress: "Mycroft."

Francis didn't understand what Sherlock meant: "What?"

"Your dress, your jewelry are all Mycroft's style, except for the color. The color is what you like. But it's all Mycroft for you."

Francis raised his eyebrows and teased: "Are you jealous, Baby Sherlock?"

Sherlock's eyebrows could almost pinch a fly to death: "No, I don't."

"Well, you didn't, so that's why you asked me to dance." Francis chuckled.

"No, I think Mycroft likes you." Sherlock said surprisingly, Francis took a wrong step in the dance, and the corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched, "Now I know that not only he likes you, but you also like him."

"Impossible, Sherlock." Francis' expression returned to its original state after a second of astonishment, "You made a mistake."

"How can you be so sure, Francis?" Sherlock lifted his chin slightly. "Mycroft has never been close to that woman, not even a man. But you, you have been around him for a long time." , longer than his assistant Cynthia, Mycroft never let a woman stay by his side for more than three days. Not to mention choosing clothes and jewelry for her, worrying about her safety. So there is no doubt that McCoff likes you. "

"Anthea," Francis said.

Sherlock frowned: "What?"

"It's Anthea, not Cynthia. Mycroft's assistant." Francis, who is especially good at focusing.

Sherlock: ...

But Sherlock's words really shook Francis' heart, at least he was right about one thing.

She did like Mycroft.

After the birthday party, Francis bid farewell to her guests and was not planning to stay overnight at Kensington Palace, but was planning to return to Baker Street.

"You still going to your flat at this late hour?" William draped his blazer over his sister as he and Kate prepared to go to bed at Kensington Palace.

"Yes, I feel safe there."

It was the safest place in the British Empire.

It was a little cold in London at night, but William's coat still retained his temperature, so it was extra warm.

Francis called Sherlock and Watson back to Baker Street. Everyone drank a little wine, and Francis asked the driver to take them back.

"Happy birthday, Francis. Too many people went to congratulate you just now. I couldn't get in." Watson said sincerely.

"Oh, it's not too late, there are still three hours before zero." Francis smiled softly.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when the car reached Baker Street.

The three got out of the car, and Francis frowned when she found that the apartment in 221C was lit.

"You can verify it now." Sherlock said standing behind Francis.

"What?" Francis showed a puzzled expression.

"You can verify what I told you at the ball now." Sherlock walked to the door of 221B and opened it, and entered the room without looking back. "Happy birthday, Francis."

Francis finally understood the meaning of Sherlock's words. She stood in the cold wind not daring to stay for too long, and took out the apartment key from her bag to open the door.

After the door was opened, warm orange lights greeted her. She walked a few steps in and saw the man in the three-piece suit who was always wearing a decent suit on the sofa.

She saw the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

"Good evening, sir."

The author has something to say: It seems a bit unethical to be stuck here, but it's very cool, hahahaha