[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"We have to go back to Windsor before dinner." Mycroft turned to the princess who hadn't come out of the bathroom for 10 minutes.

Although patiently waiting for a lady is one of the codes of a gentleman.

Forgive him for really running out of time now.

"You should have said this before having sex with me." The door of the bathroom was opened, and Francis straightened her hair and complained, and she put on her black trench coat.

"Don't wear this one, you have a red trench coat left here, wear this one. If I told you in advance, wouldn't we have sex?" Mycroft walked over to wrap the scarf around her.

"No, no, we can skip those true confessions and go straight to sex." Francis adjusted the scarf and looked at the calm-faced Mycroft.

"I think the invention of language has its uses." Mycroft raised an eyebrow at Francis.

"Maybe it's because you're too busy playing the brother who lost his brother. We just don't have enough time." Frances steadfastly denied that she was spending too much time in the bathroom.

McCaw declined to comment.

"Are you sure, Sherlock can do it alone? I mean, he..." Francis began to worry about Sherlock who was suspended animation.

"Don't worry about him, Alek." Mycroft put her hands in his arms. "There are people from MI5 watching him. The plan is going perfectly. Only you can't go to Stockholm today. gone."

Only then did Francis remember that today is the day for her to accept the award. She shrugged: "Papa is over, you know. It is enough for him to accept the award for me. He is good at this."

"Isn't such a high achievement worth mentioning in your opinion?" Mycroft observed that Francis had a flat face, not at all excited as a prize winner should be.

"Would you be excited if grandma granted you the title of duke?" Francis asked.

"No."

"Look. It's nothing to be excited about. I've grown up. I can't be happy to perform Monkey King because of a bear doll made by a famous brand." Francis sat in the car and said lightly. The assistant lady greeted, "Long time no see, Anthea."

"Long time no see, Your Highness." Anthea tried to pretend to be a little transparent after greeting her.

Mycroft also got into another car and asked, "Are you hungry, Eric?"

"I only had an English dinner, then I came to London and didn't eat anything, then I went to Baker Street and had a fight, had a sip of black tea, and then we both had a sport... I was starving It's gone," Francis complained, "Where's the little dessert in your fridge?"

She complained about the empty refrigerator in Mycroft, which was always full when she lived here.

McCoff took out a small cake box and handed it to Francis: "It's still a while before dinner, let's pad our stomach first."

"Thanksgod. I feel like my stomach is almost numb." Francis opened the cake box, and there was a small piece of tiramisu. She dug a spoonful and put it in her mouth. Sure enough, the dessert recommended by McCaughey was absolutely delicious. Master class, "I didn't even know you could play the cello, Mycroft."

Mycroft's eyes fell on the tiramisu cake, and he said casually: "When I was a child, music was my only pastime."

Francis bit his spoon and glanced at Mycroft: "Of course, Holmes can have any playmates. Especially you."

"At that time, I thought Sherlock was a little idiot, knowing that I knew other children. I really don't know what we thought at that time." Mycroft said.

Francis noticed that Mycroft's eyes fell on the cake, and she picked up another clean and unused spoon and passed it over: "Share some of it for me. It's a little greasy, too much cream. I don't want dinner to be unpalatable." .”

Although McCaw did not clearly express his joy at Francis' decision, his behavior had already betrayed everything.

At least half of a tiramisu went into McCoff's stomach.

It's no wonder that his belly is as prominent as his hairline.

"How can I explain it to my grandmother?" Francis tilted his head and looked at Mycroft after eating the last bite of tiramisu, frowning in distress.

"You should think of a reason before you run out." Mycroft acted very coldly.

Francis could see that McCoff was looking at the show, and looked at the back of the chair indifferently: "Then I will tell her that I woke up to find my true love. This sounds like a good reason, doesn't it?"

Anthea held the phone and complained: Here it comes again, these two people started to abuse the dog without any scruples.

"I think you've figured out a way." McCoff smoothed her blond hair.

Francis is much thinner than before, and her baby-fat face has also lost weight. Her overhanging figure is now thinner and thinner, and her pale face can reveal a layer of transparent outline in the sun.

Health seems to be farther and farther away from her.

This recognition made Mycroft frowned involuntarily. He took out a small book from the hidden pocket of his suit jacket, and he opened it to the pages about Francis.

"Your physical examination report shows mild malnutrition and low hemoglobin..."

"How did you get my medical report? It's a royal secret." Francis leaned over to read the contents of the book, and Mycroft closed it lightly and put it back in his pocket, but Francis didn't see a single word.

Mycroft said with a half-smile, "Your medical report is a secret."

Turning around, Francis suddenly felt like he was shooting himself in the foot.

"It's time for you to work on your health, Alec," Mycroft said.

"This sounds like something you would say to a patient with terminal cancer." Francis didn't care about the mere physical examination report, but compromised under McCoff's eyes, "Okay, okay. I will try my best to make myself healthy of."

They finally made it back to Windsor Castle before dinner.

Frances and Mycroft walked down the promenade of Windsor Castle, while her two brothers stood at the other end of the promenade.

"Siss." William saw Francis hurried over with Harry.

Harry hugged his little sister directly, and rubbed her hair: "Where have you been, Siss? Everyone is worried about you."

"I'm sorry, Henry."

Francis felt sorry for her behavior, maybe it was because she had been autistic for too long, her mind was rusty from not moving for a long time.

William's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Francis in surprise: "Sis, you have spoken."

Francis gave William a strange look: "I'm not dumb, of course I can speak."

"No, Siss, you came out," said William.

"You're not autistic anymore, Sis." When he came back to his senses, Harry agreed with William in surprise, and he even stretched out his hand to pinch Francis's little face.

Francis couldn't help laughing at the stupid looks of her two brothers, she pursed her lips: "Yes, although it sounds like coming out of the closet, yes, I have come out."

"Come on, grandpa and grandma will be very happy to know," said Harry.

Francis took Mycroft's arm and nodded towards his brother: "I can imagine that this year, everyone has worked hard for this."

"As long as you recover, everything will be worth it." Harry said to Francis with a smile, and his eyes fell on Francis holding Mycroft's arm. "Thank you, Mr. Holmes. Help us find Siss."

"You're welcome."

"Have you met with Liz?" Francis turned to Mycroft.

"We meet often." Mycroft said indifferently, "There are many important matters to be discussed in the country, such as national security."

"Didn't you discuss me?" Francis frowned, looked at Mycroft's expressionless face, and pursed the corners of his lips, "Liar. Why don't you engrave this sentence on your face?"

They walked to the dining room, with Kate by the side of the Queen and Philip.

"Little plum pudding." Seeing Francis's blond hair, Philip immediately stood up from the sofa and walked towards her, "You naughty girl. Do you know how worried your grandmother is about you?"

"I'm sorry about that, grandfather." Francis put his arms around Philip guiltily, "It's my fault."

"Lilibet, did you hear? Plum Pudding is healed. I need to let Charles know about this." Philip kissed Francis on the cheek.

Francis kissed him back on the cheek.

"I miss that so much. Plum pudding," said Philip cheerfully.

Regarding this, the queen appeared calm, she hugged her granddaughter and said nothing.

Kate gave Frances a big hug and she was really happy for everyone.

The Queen read the news. The headline of the Sun newspaper today, "Fake Genius Jumps to Suicide", the protagonist in it is McCoff's younger brother. She shook hands with McCoff: "My condolences, McCoff."

"Thank you, Madam." There was no difference on Mycroft's face. The Queen knew that McCoff was such a person who perfectly controlled his emotions.

"Please don't blame Your Highness, Madam." Mycroft looked at Francis who was surrounded by everyone, "She read the newspaper, and the information in the newspaper stimulated her. She thought my brother was in danger, so she came to London. She did all this because of me."

"No matter what the process is, the important thing is the ending." The queen looked at her granddaughter with a smile on her face, "Have you had dinner? Old friend?"

"No, Madam."

The Queen glanced at Mycroft: "The head chef at Windsor is very good at roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. If you don't mind, come and dine with us."

"It's my pleasure." Mycroft smiled.