[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

On July 2013, 7, the day Frances became an aunt, her little nephew, George Alexander Louis, was born.

The little guy didn't have a name at the time, and when they all gathered in Windsor, William and Kate decided after discussing with the Queen and Charles that his name was George Alexander Louis, and he would become the 42nd British monarch.

William initially liked the name Alexander, after all, this name is the middle name of his grandmother and Francis, but in memory of his great-grandfather King George VI, he decided to name his first name George and his middle name was Alexander.

Although Mycroft didn't like children, he still accompanied Francis to Windsor to see her little nephew.

He took a look at the future prince who was still in his infancy, and it took him a minute to conclude that it was just an ordinary goldfish cub who hadn't inherited his aunt's wisdom at all.

Different from her fiancé's dislike, Francis seemed a little excited. She reached out to hold little George in her arms, and reached out to touch his chubby chin.

Little George felt that someone was disturbing him, and he twisted his little head like a cute silkworm baby.

"Oh, he's so cute," Francis said, turning to Mycroft, who responded with a smile, reminding him, "Gift, darling."

Francis remembered that she still had a gift, and she gave Kate the little prince in her arms, and said, "Myc, bring it here for me. This is a gift for little George."

When McCoff heard the words and brought the gift, Francis took the box and handed it to William who was beside him: "I think my dear little nephew will like it."

William happily kissed Francis on the cheek, and he asked, "Grandmother said you have some headaches, are you feeling better recently?"

He had been with Kate in the hospital lately as they waited for their baby to be born, and George had only just been born when his grandmother talked about it.

"This news is outdated, brother." Francis knew that McCoff would tell his grandmother, and in order to punish her for hiding him, she leaned over and kissed William on the cheek, "Congratulations on becoming a father, Will."

"Thank you, Siss." William looked at his younger sister's rosy face, and even looked at Mycroft with a much more pleasing look.

Frances stood beside Kate and teased the little one, but she still cared about McCoff, but after she found out that McCoff was talking to her uncle Andrew, she concentrated on teasing her little nephew.

"He's so cute." Francis was still attached to his little nephew when he left Windsor, but Mycroft's reaction was much colder in comparison.

"If he can go to Cambridge in the future, he can be my student."

"No, his little head can't understand such a profound problem of physics." Mycroft said, causing Francis to give him a blank look.

"He is an ordinary baby, at least he will live happily." After experiencing her extraordinary life, Francis yearns for an ordinary life, but how can a person like her be willing to be ordinary?

But what surprised her was that Mycroft agreed with her point of view: "This is probably the only luck for fools."

"I'm kind of looking forward to our married life, can Sherlock come back sooner?" Francis asked Mycroft with a smile on his lips.

Mycroft leaned over and kissed her lips: "I'll go and urge him."

Francis put his arms around his neck, rubbing the tip of his nose against his, and George completely aroused her desire to have a child: "Please let him hurry up."

"As you order, my lord."

"Actually, with all due respect, Mr. Holmes, in this situation, Your Highness, even if you get married, you cannot have children right away."

Mycroft knew what Francis was thinking. When he consulted Dr. Byron, the doctor's words undoubtedly poured cold water on him, although he knew that Francis' health had not been very good since he fell into the sea.

"Can you be more specific?" Mycroft asked with a frown.

"His Royal Highness has been suffering from low hemoglobin and malnutrition for the past year." Dr. Byron said in a heavy tone, "However, according to recent examinations, during His Highness's examination, her hemoglobin decreased slowly, reticulocytes, white blood cells, and The granulocytes and platelets were significantly reduced, and there was synmycin in the temple, so we have reason to suspect that His Highness was poisoned, which caused her to transform from anemia to chronic aplastic anemia."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, and anger grew in his heart, but he still maintained a good demeanor in front of the doctor: "How to cure it?"

"His Royal Highness is only mild chronic aplastic anemia, and the condition is not serious. At this stage, medication is needed for maintenance."

Doctor Byron prescribed medicine and explained the precautions for the princess's illness. When he left the Casablanca manor, he glanced at the gray sky that was about to rain, and felt that a storm was about to sweep England.

McCoff returned to the study, where Francis was sitting there preparing for lessons, his blond curly hair was tied into a ponytail, and the ends of the hair were half curled inward, looking playful and cute.

She noticed that Mycroft was coming, raised her head and smiled at him: "You're here, honey, wait for me for a while. I'll be fine soon."

"I'm not in a hurry." Mycroft walked up to Francis and kissed her on the cheek. His eyes fell on a few tiny bleeding spots on her fair arm, and his pupils shrank and returned to normal. "Any plans for you recently?" ?”

"No." Francis shook her head, she turned to Mycroft, "Is there any news from Sherlock?"

"My brother is as busy as a hardworking bee. Moriarty's spider web is beyond imagination." Mycroft said calmly, and he observed that there was no disappointment on Francis's face , which made him heave a sigh of relief.

In fact, as long as his little princess looked at him with those beautiful blue eyes now, he would soft-heartedly agree to all her requests without hesitation.

"I can understand, honey. It doesn't matter if we get married later. Now we are no different from a married couple." Francis looked at Mycroft's expression as if it was not very good, and comforted him in turn.

"Maybe Sherlock gave me a little time." Mycroft used Brother Xiong as an excuse. "I have to adjust my diet."

Francis raised his eyebrows with great interest: "So you're going to give up sweets? Oh, I'm kidding, eating a salad can kill you."

She even thought about which tabloid dared to publish the headline "British Government Killed by a Plate of Salad".

Mycroft squatted down to look at Francis, and she said solemnly: "Alik, there is a 14-year difference between us, dear. Your great-grandmother, your grandmother had a long life, and I think there is no doubt that you will too." That's true. But the Sherlock Holmes family, despite their superior IQ, has never reached the age of 90. When you reach the age of 90, if I am still alive, I will be 90 years old. But from the perspective of probability, You can live to be [-], but I can't."

McCoff said earnestly, looking at Francis' young and beautiful face: "I have to live longer, Eric, so I can stay with you longer."

This is a question that McCoff must face directly, after all, he has reached middle age, while Francis is still in his early twenties.

As for Francis, she was moved to tears by McCoff.

Her attention was automatically diverted from the child's problems.

And McCoff?

Mycroft almost killed the little brats of MI6 and MI5.

Anthea knew that someone was going to make trouble again, and she didn't know which bastard made it to the Boss' heart and soul, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales.

She originally planned to watch the boss and the princess have sex without shame even if she was choked to death by the dog food, but now she is busy like a dog, and she is still a single dog.

Anthea felt that her sadness was so great.

Don't let her catch that blind man who poisoned the Princess of Wales, she'll kill him with her bare hands.

MI6 has turned into a Shura field, and the group of agents who followed Princess Francis lived in hell every day.

Francis didn't know her condition yet, and McCoff was busy at MI6 every day to find out the real culprit who tried to poison her. This was a hidden danger he had to solve.

Mycroft was as gloomy as water in MI6. He didn't explain the situation of the princess to the queen, but only said that the princess suffered from aplastic anemia after drowning, and asked her not to worry.

Her Majesty, who has experienced the storm, comforted Mycroft in turn. She believed that Francis was a strong princess and all this would pass.

Mycroft is not as optimistic as the queen.

He thinks it is a dark cloud that hangs over Francis' world, since Diana's death, and now there is an invisible hand playing with it all.

Mycroft's teeth began to ache, and he suddenly remembered a face-to-face conversation with Seleucus, and he picked up his cell phone and dialed Seleucus' number.

"I want you to stop all your investigations, Mr. Seleucus." Mycroft's voice was as cold as ice.

"What?" Seleucus' voice was still unhurried with a hint of arrogance.

"No matter what you find out, stop all of this." Mycroft continued with the tip of his tongue against the back teeth that had started to act like a demon, "That person has already found the princess and tried to kill her with sex. Your methods are not Not wise, Seleucus."

Seleucus was silent on the phone for a while, and said, "I understand, I sent Attalus to protect the princess."

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The princess will be fine.