[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Today's Windsor Castle is destined to be restless.

Several cars drove into Windsor Castle quickly, and several people got out of the car without grace.

"William, did you also see the news?" The blonde who got out of the car was Zara who just got married last year.

William walked up to Zara, Kate was rushing over from her mother's house and was not with him, he nodded at Zara with a bad face.

Zara's husband, Mike Tyndall, was by her side.

"Have you got in touch with Siss?" William asked Zara, with an anxious look on his face.

"She just came to Germany and contacted once, and then she didn't contact me again. I thought she was busy with the company." Zara pulled her blond hair angrily, "Why am I so stupid. She hasn't contacted for so long I, something must have happened. She has never been out of contact with me for so long."

"Don't beat yourself up, Zara. It's not your fault," Tyndall said.

William patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, with a lingering solemn look on his face.

They walked down the long corridors of Windsor, and William saw his father, almost trotting down the corridors.

"Papa." William called his father, he no longer cared about his demeanor, and ran to his father, "Do you know about Siss?"

"No, what did those Italians do to my little girl?" Charles said angrily, "I'm going to see your grandmother, oh, why always Sissy, she's a good boy."

"Uncle." Zara gave Charles a hug, "Has anyone been sent to rescue Siss?"

"Yes, I talked to my mother on the phone, and she said to send the best agents." Charles said, they walked to the Queen's study, he knocked on the door, opened the door and went in.

The queen and Prince Philip were standing next to the phone, their hands intertwined, and their eyes fell on the phone not far away.

The Queen looked back to see her eldest grandson and granddaughter couple.

"Mom, there's news about Siss." Charles and the others sat on the sofa, feeling a little uneasy.

"Not yet. The Prime Minister is dealing with diplomatic issues with Italy. He will call as soon as there is news about Sisi." The Queen only felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"Reports say that Sissy's car fell into the ocean. Will she be all right?" William asked, his words faltering anxiously, "Why...why...they want, to hurt... Siss... ...they have so many scientists ...why does it have to be Siss?"

The queen was silent for a while. She looked at her husband who had been with her for more than 60 years. He nodded at her: "Tell them, Lilibet."

The queen sighed, and she looked at her eldest son and grandson as if she had made up her mind: "Because Siss is Diana's daughter, William."

William looked at his grandmother suspiciously, frowning.

"And Seth, they planned the Paris car accident in 1997," the Queen said.

After she said this, she held her husband's hand tightly. The people sitting across from her looked shocked, and Zara held William's hand.

"What'smeans? (What do you mean?) Did they kill Mommy?" William asked excitedly, Zara wrapped his arms around his shoulders to give him strength.

"According to the information sent back by the agent, you are not the only one who tracked down Diana's death, William. Siss found out about that organization in Germany, and she was taken away before she could ask for help. Siss has outstanding achievements in the field of physics , so they wanted her to study biochemical weapons or nuclear weapons, so they imprisoned her."

"What did they do to my babygril? Imprison her? For God's sake, she's never had to suffer like this in her life." Charles said grumpily, even stomping the floor with his foot, but no one blamed him. his etiquette.

William touched his face with his hand, and he calmed himself down: "Sis's matter will not be hidden for long, grandma, Harry has already taken leave from the army. He is on his way."

"All we can do now is wait and pray. My little plum pudding will be fine," said Prince Philip.

"I'm such a bad brother. In fact, I'm terrible." William said, covering his face and breaking down, "Why didn't I notice it at all? When my mother died, she was just a little girl, bigger than all of us. People have to be small, Oh God, I should have found out sooner."

"This is not the time to blame yourself, William. If you are a bad brother, what am I, a terrible father." Charles said and prayed in his heart.

An hour later, Kate came, and she sat next to William, holding her husband's hand firmly.

After waiting for a while, Camilla, Anne, Edward, Sophia and Andrew also came.

After waiting for nearly three hours, the phone finally rang.

All eyes were on the phone, and the Queen answered the phone calmly.

"Hallo."

"Good day, Madam." Mycroft's breathless voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mycroft, how is Francis?" The Queen glanced at the family members here.

"We found Her Royal Highness on the coast of Florence. She had a sudden cardiac arrest and is now on her way to the hospital for emergency treatment. They ensured His Royal Highness's treatment. Once the situation improves, I will immediately arrange for His Royal Highness to be transferred back to England." McCaw The husband's voice became calmer, and his tone was the same as usual.

The queen still noticed his gaffe just now.

"Report the situation at any time, Mycroft. Thank you."

"Yes, Madam."

The Queen hung up the phone, and slowly said to the anxiously waiting people, "They found Siss, on the coast of Florence, and she is still alive."

Cheers and tears of joy erupted in the room.

"Great, did you hear, Kate? Siss is alive."

"Yes, Will, she'll be all right."

The newlyweds comforted each other.

Zara hugged her husband and wept in his arms.

Everyone was cheering, only Philip saw the worry in his wife's smile, and he put his arm around her shoulders, as he had done countless times before, and comforted her in a low voice: "Everything will be fine, Lilibet. Sissy is a strong girl."

Mycroft, who was far away in Italy, made a phone call. He was sitting in the helicopter, holding Francis's cold hand, and said in a low voice almost whispering: "Stay with me (don't leave me)"

Bag after bag of warm liquid was poured into her body, but she just lay there quietly, motionless, only weak breathing reminded Mycroft that she was still alive.

Mycroft's blue eyes looked at the numbers and graphs on the monitor, listening to its sound of regular life, and the alarming siren from time to time.

Dr. Hannibal, who boarded the plane with Mycroft, sat aside. He looked at the man known as the British government, and hooked his lips with interest.

"You are not what I imagined you to be, Mr. Holmes."

Mycroft looked away from the monitor, and instantly became icy cold. He had a icy politician face, and said in a business-like tone: "You are not much different from my imagination."

Hannibal looked at this man, and suddenly realized how much he resembled Francis, no, how much Francis resembled him, or rather, Francis was just an immature version of him.

"Empathy therapy is doomed to fail, Mr. Holmes." Hannibal was not at all guilty of telling Francis about transference therapy, and he had done the most perfect experiment on this princess since he knew her, and he knew it. The bottom line of her collapse, but he will never let her die, "If she hadn't been influenced by Caitlin Ford, she might have succeeded. But, I think you know Sis better than me."

"I want to thank you first, Dr. Lecter. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have found His Highness so quickly." Mycroft thanked, his tone still flat, and his green eyes reflected a cold light.

"I'm just in case. Now that she's mentally broken, it's a good time to reshape her spiritual world. But the difficulty is beyond imagination." Hannibal looked at the lifeless blonde princess, He gazed at her brilliant blond hair.

In my memory, there was a little girl with such brilliant blond hair and a round apple face.

"She's not your sister, Dr. Lecter." Mycroft's cold voice interrupted Hannibal's recollection that he couldn't stand his princess being a substitute for another man, even if it kept her safe.

The absence lasted only a second, and Hannibal returned to the gentle and personable psychiatrist again.

Only a few know what kind of a demon he is.

Hannibal smiled politely at Mycroft.

He knew that Princess Francis and Mycroft were the Achilles' heel, the softest part of the iceman's heart made of steel.

"Beep beep——" the alarm of the monitor suddenly rang harshly.

Mycroft turned to look at the alarming monitor and immediately asked, "What happened?"

Although Hannibal is a psychiatrist, he has also learned some medical knowledge: "Siss suffered from respiratory distress and arrhythmia concurrently. She drowned in the sea, and now her body temperature is too low, and her body's electrolytes are disturbed. The spasm of the larynx is stimulated, resulting in respiratory distress. "

The emergency doctor nodded to Hannibal, and said to the nurse next to him, "Prepare for intubation immediately."

"Doctor White, the patient's heart rate and blood pressure have dropped." Another doctor's assistant said.

Emergency doctor White said: "Hastings, if the patient goes into cardiac arrest, prepare for CPR immediately."

Mycroft held Francis' hand and did not let go, he still chanted the same sentence: "Stay with me, please."

Charlotte and Sherlock didn't follow Mycroft and the others on the plane, and sat in the car heading towards the hospital.

Sherlock blatantly looked at the red-haired girl beside her. She played a childish game on the tablet computer with a calm face, and then quietly worked out the deductive method in her mind.

I grew up in a single-parent family, my mother passed away, I just found my father recently, my clothes are high-end custom handmade leather shoes, my family is rich, I have a rich cousin, I have multiple disguises, I was born in physics, and I have at least three doctorates. Work in forensic science.

"Is the analysis finished? Mr. Holmes?" Charlotte glanced at the curly-haired detective beside him.

The latter didn't feel the embarrassment of being caught peeping at all, but nodded calmly: "It's over."

Sherlock observed the red-haired girl, and she didn't show disgust or speak ill, but raised her eyebrows at him: "Well, Holmes' ability is really impressive. So now it's my turn, why do you feel guilty?" , Mr. Holmes?"

"Guilty? Why should I feel guilty?" Sherlock looked at Charlotte with a mentally retarded face.

Charlotte smiled softly: "Not only are you guilty, but you are also bluffing now, Mr. Holmes. Although Her Majesty's situation is not optimistic, there is still hope. You don't have to feel guilty. In fact, she stunned you in the alley, It was her fault. No, you are not guilty of this, you are guilty of your brother. You may have promised him to bring her back to England safely, but now Holmes is risking the loss of the princess. Fact In fact, half of this matter is your brother's responsibility, and the other half is external factors."

Seeing Sherlock's expressionless but ignorant expression, she smiled: "You really don't understand emotions, right?"

"Emotion?" Sherlock paused, "No."

Charlotte smiled brighter as she pulled the quartermaster over.

"You're leaving, Miss Einstein." Sherlock looked at the calm redhead.

"Of course, since the princess has been sent to the hospital, the next step is the doctor's business, and I can't help you. I can't let the recovered British government educate me about hacking satellites." Charlotte She winked mischievously at Sherlock, "It's been a pleasure getting along with you, little Mr. Holmes, goodbye."

Charlotte closed the car door smartly, and quickly blended into the crowd.

Sherlock looked at the disappearing back of the red-haired girl, and murmured, "Emotion?"

After a while he said blankly again: "Boring (boring)"

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