[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

On Christmas Day, Francis prepared turkey, apple pie, pudding, and McCoff's favorite biscuits, as well as schnapps.

"During such a special festival, sir, have you determined that the three-piece suit is still the same?" Francis lit the fireplace, "I remember I prepared a sweater for you, sir."

"I don't like brown, Alec." Mycroft frowned, looking at Francis in the Prussian blue sweater. "This sweater suits you very well."

"Yes. Because of your indifference to Christmas, I didn't put up a Christmas tree."

"Wise choice." Mycroft poured a glass of gin to Francis, who was sitting on the blanket. "I remember you prefer wine."

"It's been really cold in London lately. Gin is a good choice, especially at Christmas." Francis held out his hand, "Can I have a milk pudding?"

McCoff looked at Francis fixedly, and Francis tilted his head: "For the sake of Christmas, don't worry about my etiquette."

Mycroft brought her an apple pie for pudding, and he sat on the couch, with Frances on the blanket at his feet, and Brian circled her.

"Oh, Brian, why are you so fat. If you continue like this, no Mr. Cat will like you." After consuming a glass of wine, a pudding and an apple pie, Francis finally had the leisure to tease her Mr. Cat.

"Alik, Brian is a gentleman." Mycroft reminded.

"What? Sir, you discriminate against Gay? Oh, I can't believe it... um..."

Well, Your Highness, don't be too complacent.

Mycroft gagged Francis, and Brian looked at this pair of men and women who stole his cat food and dared to openly abuse the cat with disgusted eyes.

Dog abuse can’t satisfy you anymore, can it? Meow~

Yoho, amazing my master meow~

Why don't you go to heaven with such patience? Meow~

You will be punished meow~

meow meow meow~

While Brian was slandering its owner in cat-speak, Mycroft's phone rang.

The man and woman who were kissing the ecstasy were brought back to their senses by the phone. Francis pushed Mycroft's chest with her hand. Her eyes were like a mysterious night, with charming starlight inside.

"Maybe some blind terrorist, answer the phone, Mr. England needs your rescue."

McCoff embraced the girl in his arms, put his lips against her ear, and stretched out his hand to fiddle with her messy blond hair. With the other hand, he took out his mobile phone to look, and Francis chuckled in his ear.

"Looks like someone's bear brother. Hurry up and answer the phone, sir, Sherlock doesn't like phone calls." Francis kissed Mycroft's face, held Brian in his arms, and squeezed his flesh paw.

Mycroft answered Sherlock's phone call with a serious expression on his face.

He said a few words to his brother, Francis looked at his expression, put down Brian in his hand, and went to the entrance to fetch a coat and scarf for him.

Mycroft hung up, his eyes apologetic, Frances made a stop gesture, and she raised her palm: "Don't say sorry, sir. I don't like to hear it at all."

"I'll be right back." Mycroft took Francis's hand to wrap his scarf around him.

Francis took out his hands to put on his coat, she stood on tiptoe to straighten his collar, Mycroft put his arms around Francis' waist, and he kissed her lips.

"I'll be right back, Eric."

"I know. Tell Sherlock Merry Christmas."

Francis kissed him back.

After Mycroft left, Frances went to the fireplace and sat down, sighed deeply, Brian walked up to Frances, lightly jumped onto her lap and licked her fingers.

Francis held Brian in his arms and pinched its folded ears: "It seems that we are the only ones spending Christmas together."

Before she could finish speaking, her BlackBerry rang.

She looked at the caller ID and her face changed. She put Brian down and connected the phone: "I said, Attalus, don't take the initiative to contact me when I'm in England."

"Yes, Your Highness, you said that. But this matter is urgent. Your Highness. I have to report to you. Mrs. Black, who we are in charge of monitoring, has moved. Someone has contacted her. In addition, Clitus from News came from France that the princess was injected with heparin before she was alive, resulting in improper treatment and death of the princess from internal hemorrhage."

"Christmas gift. This call is timely, Attalos." Francis raised his eyebrows. "So, Mr. Dodi Fayed was also injected with heparin?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Is there anything else, Attalus?" Francis scratched Brian's chin.

"Yes, Mrs. Black's background is deeper than imagined. It is speculated that it is Seth's high-level."

Francis was very kind to her deputy. She smiled and said, "I'll give you a name, Selene. Look it up, Arturos."

"Your Highness will definitely not be disappointed."

"When did my army let me down." Francis chuckled, "What's the news from the United States?"

"Miss Charlotte Einstein used our people in the United States. Everything is according to your orders. We protect Mr. Finch and his party."

"Good job. Who's in charge now on the US side?"

"Grey-haired Cleitus."

Francis pursed his lips: "Bring him back and let Seleucus go. We left people in Europe, Asia and Africa to contact the Seth organization and start the Horus plan."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Outside the hospital morgue, where the Holmes brothers are now, Mycroft hands his youngest brother a low-tar cigarette.

Sherlock lit a puff of smoke.

"How's life with Francis, Brothermine?"

"Fine. Don't worry." Mycroft stood beside Sherlock.

"Hmph~" Sherlock snorted coldly and took a puff of cigarette, "I can't even imagine that you will be someone's Freud, Mycroft. Are you so sure that Francis will buy it?"

"She will." Mycroft took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

Sherlock sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or his brother: "You are the only one who is suitable. You are emotional, Mycroft."

His eyes see the pain and despair of the loss of loved ones through the corridor and the glass on the door.

"Imagine one day you lose someone and become like them too. Look, there's so much emotion involved. Just like you did with Francis."

"Stop this topic, Sherlock." Mycroft shook the ash in his hand, "We're fine. She asked me to say Merry Christmas to you."

"You hate Christmas."

"Yes."

Sherlock left the hospital first, and McCoff called Watson out of concern for his younger brother and asked him to take good care of Sherlock.

Mycroft returned to Pall Mall, and when he returned home, the fire in the fireplace had been extinguished, and the red-hot coals under his body still had the residual heat of the fire.

Mycroft took off his coat and scarf, extinguished the charcoal fire with water, comforted Brian who was woken up, and walked unhurriedly up the second floor to his bedroom.

He tried his best to keep his movements as light as possible, and made a slight sound when he turned the doorknob, and the person on the bed moved and reached out to turn on the light.

"I didn't expect to wake you up." Mycroft walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, kissing Francis' sleepy eyes.

"Oh, it's okay. I was a light sleeper." Francis sat up with his knees hugged. "What happened?"

"Irene Adler is strangled to death." Mycroft stroked Francis' long hair that fell by his ear.

"Dead?!" Francis frowned, doubting the possibility of this cunning woman's real death, "What about Sherlock?"

"Sherlock has Dr. Watson and Mrs. Hudson."

"Oh, I still can't believe that this woman is dead." Francis raised his eyebrows. "It's too much to think like this. Why can't she choose a day that is not so good."

Mycroft touched Francis's hair. Her hair felt very soft and soft.

"I have a present for you, Eric. Open your drawer."

Francis hurriedly opened the cabinet next to her bed, and there was a red velvet box tied with a bow-knot ribbon.

She glanced at Mycroft, who motioned for her to open it.

Frances leaned against his chest, his chin resting squarely on her hair.

Her fingers deftly untied the bow, and slowly opened it, revealing an emerald necklace, the color of which resembled the eyes of Mr. Holmes, and the shape of a scallop representing the Spencer family.

"I'll put it on for you, Eric."

Francis obediently brushed her blonde hair back, and the scallop landed just above her middle collarbone, and she reached out to touch it.

"Oh, it's so beautiful. Thank you, sir." Francis's blue eyes were frighteningly bright, as if the Milky Way was wandering in them, "You should touch the pocket of the coat you will wear tomorrow, I will put your gift in it."

McCoff went to his closet and took out a small blue gift box from the silver-gray coat pocket, tore off the outer wrapper, and opened the gift box. Inside was a pair of dark sapphire cuffs, engraved on the platinum part Owl on Athena's shoulder.

owl?

Mycroft thought of the dark green dress again.

"How do you like it?"

Francis' voice interrupted Mycroft's association.

"Of course." Mycroft walked over, and he put the cuffs in the drawer of his bedside table. He sat on the edge of the bed and hugged his princess, kissing her lips.

That pudding-like touch, and it's more delicious than pudding.

The author has something to say: La la la, I can't stop kissing at all.