[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

On Christmas night, the men and women of Pall Mall were extraordinarily tender in bed.

They hugged, kissed and touched each other, rolled on the bed, and each other was quite involved in this hearty raw movement.

But even Mycroft, who was caught in the vortex, felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if the darkness gave rise to fear for no reason.

He kept teasing Francis's sensitive spots, and her slight panting dispelled his uneasiness.

"First, sir..." Francis panted and called Mycroft's name.

This is undoubtedly a signal for her to beg for mercy.

Mycroft's voice panted slightly but managed to maintain a steady voice: "Call my name, Eric."

"Ma... Kauf" Princess spat out the syllables of his name intermittently, every inch of her body was filled with his breath.

Mycroft swears it's more moving than any other music in the world.

After cleaning, Mycroft hugged Francis to sleep.

The exhausted princess had already entered into a dark and sweet dream, and Mycroft's eyes became brighter and brighter in the darkness. He never thought that one day he would be troubled by feelings.

Everything went well.

It's all the same as he expected.

If there is anyone in this world who can stand by his side and be his wife, family, and mother to his children, it must be Frances in his arms, his little Alik.

But everything went too smoothly.

With Francis, Mycroft began to feel uncertain, and he had to be in control to feel safe.

For his Eric, what he wants is [-]% certainty, not a few percent probability.

Even if it was a one percent danger, he couldn't bear Eric to suffer.

Maybe everything went too fast and too smoothly.

This made him feel faintly uneasy.

Francis murmured in his arms and turned over, habitually curling his body up, showing the posture of a baby in the mother's womb.

Mycroft sighed slightly, embraced the princess who was sleeping soundly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, Francis got up early in the morning. She went downstairs to prepare an English breakfast, and Mycroft came out of the study fully dressed.

She put the newspaper beside him and said with a smile: "You have to cook your own breakfast for the next few days, sir"

Mycroft glanced at the newspaper before the milk was served, and found that his princess always dominated the headlines. He shook the newspaper, unfolded it, and said flatly, "I wish you a pleasant trip to Munich, Eric. "

"Oh, of course, I'm also going to see the Alps. I passed by Munich with Sherlock last time and didn't go to see it." Francis was frying eggs in the kitchen. When the eggs were put into the pan, the transparent egg whites immediately turned into White, "Sir, do you want it well-done or medium-done."

"Half-cooked, thank you. What have you been up to in the Imperial College of Technology laboratory recently?" Mycroft folded the newspaper into its original shape and asked Francis about his homework.

Francis has long been accustomed to this. She skillfully turned the fried egg over and replied: "I study antimatter in the laboratory. I recently proved antimatter in the laboratory. I am going to publish it in the journal Nature. Can you Check my paper for me, sir?"

"Of course. I'm very glad that you can have such a high achievement in the field of physics, Eric." Mycroft showed a sincere smile, with a feeling of special pride.

"Actually, the group of people in the laboratory helped a lot. I think they can be the quartermaster of MI6." Francis put the bread slices, sausages, fries and fried eggs on the plate, "But they still showed That look of territory being violated."

"Oh, Eric, they are men." Mycroft took the breakfast handed by Francis, with a little smile in his green eyes, "Many ignorant men like to show off themselves, and they don't like women who are smarter than themselves .”

"Sherlock also likes to show off his abilities. In fact, he likes to be praised. Did you praise him too little when he was young?" Francis sat down, holding warm milk in his hand.

"I always thought Sherlock was a little idiot until I met the other kids." Mycroft said, cutting a slice of bread that Francis had baked.

"Nightmare, right." Francis took a sip of milk, and the milk stain remained on the corner of her lips, "I'm flying to Munich tonight, and I'll go back to Baker Street in the afternoon to pack my clothes. Sir, do you need me to visit Sherlock? "

"If it's convenient. How long are you going to stay in Munich?"

"It will probably take a while. The new company must have someone in charge. Neither Nolan nor I have selected suitable personnel. What Nolan means is that I have to stay in Germany for a while." Francis cut the sausage, "But it shouldn't be It will be too long. I will be back soon, sir."

"You have to take your bodyguard, Eric."

"Oh, sure. I promise you that."

After McCoff and Francis finished their breakfast, McCoff, the leader of MI6 and MI5, had to return to his post to control everything after Christmas.

After Francis exchanged good morning kisses with him, she was also ready to clean the house, and after preparing her lunch sandwiches, Francis was finally free.

She subconsciously touched the necklace on her collarbone, which was the Christmas gift that Mycroft gave her just yesterday, her blue eyes sank slightly like the mysterious deep sea.

Knowing that McCoff hadn't installed surveillance cameras in his study, she sat in the ottoman McCoff used to sit in and made a call to a doctor in Baltimore.

"Good day, Hannibal. You didn't come to my birthday party." Francis's first words were preemptive, accusing the other party of missing her appointment.

"Under the eyes of Holmes, I wouldn't do such a stupid thing." The doctor on the other end of the phone smiled softly, his voice had a fascinating magic power.

"Heh, is the bold Dr. Hannibal Lecter still afraid of Sherlock Holmes? Don't make excuses, dear doctor, I'm about to give you a chance to save yourself." The young princess pursed her lips and showed a good-looking smile. Laugh lines, which are inherited from the mother's gene.

"Well, Your Highness, I am willing to obey your orders." When Hannibal said this, Francis could almost imagine that his maroon pupils were full of jokes.

"I'll see you in Italy today, one month later. Don't miss the appointment this time." Francis said softly.

"I won't let you down, Sissy. Oh, by the way, how have you been these past few months? Does love have the magic power to make people reborn?"

Hannibal's words made Francis' pupils shrink suddenly, as if her heart was held by a hand, she took a breath and asked hoarsely: "Have you contacted Mycroft?

"Smart girl, you are exactly what he said. But I only contacted him twice.

"Who asked you to contact him?" Francis suddenly raised her voice, but her voice became as unpleasant as metal particles rubbing against sand.

"Relax, Your Royal Highness. I never thought that Holmes would do this for you. We are even." Hannibal said calmly.

Francis clutched her chest, and she took a deep breath to stabilize her shortness of breath: "There is no such thing as fairness in this world. Hannibal. The world will never be fair."

"That's why I am willing to help in this operation. About Mycroft Holmes, I thought you would be happier knowing it.

Francis sneered: "You won't do things that make me happy."

"It's such a joy to be cared about."

"That is the emotion of a mortal, but I am destined to be extraordinary."

"Sometimes I really like your arrogance, my dear Highness." Hannibal laughed happily from the other end of the phone.

"Leave the arrogance to the son of Caesar." Francis sneered.

Afterwards, Frances hung up, curling her legs, hugging them, and burying her face in her lap.

After a while, there was a whimpering cry.

The author has something to say: I tell you that the abuse is about to start.The princess embarks on a journey to find the truth.