[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

The master of the Casablanca manor was going to take a long trip. He asked Francis to live in Windsor for a few days, and asked Attalus to follow Francis 24 hours a day.

Francis knew that Mycroft was going to pick up his troublesome bear brother.

After Christmas, in January of the following year, Francis told her family that she and McCoff were going to get married in September, and everyone's reaction was very interesting.

"Be careful, Mycroft, how long will it take to come back?" Francis was more worried about McCoff's safety than himself.

"A month, at most." Mycroft kissed Francis' smooth forehead, "I'll be back soon, Eric."

Francis nodded, and after she left Casablanca Manor, Attalos drove Francis to Windsor Castle.

"Your Highness, don't worry, I believe in the strength of Mr. Holmes." Attalos was very convinced of Mycroft, and he was convinced in every aspect.

Francis nodded with a faint smile: "Before becoming the head of the secret service, McCoff served England's intelligence services for many years and made great contributions. I don't worry about his strength. I just...he is really a person who can break people's bones." Soft old man. I've never been so sentimental. It's just that emotional..."

She doesn't know how to control her emotions.

Attalos looked at the princess with this appearance, and couldn't help showing a smile, a small dimple appeared on his cheek. Sometimes he hoped that His Highness could look like an ordinary girl, which was exactly what they expected.

Although the leader of Alexander is awe-inspiring, His Highness is still a 24-year-old girl after all.

At the end of July, England has entered autumn, the leaves are gradually turning yellow, and occasionally a few withered and curled fall to the ground.

Francis returned to Windsor Castle, Prince Philip was very happy about this, and the Queen seemed much calmer, but on her coat was pinned the Rosary Cross made by Francis for her, which read Best Grandmother in the World.

All of England's medals are awarded by the Queen, but she has never given one to herself.

So Francis gave the Queen a Rosary Cross last Christmas, made by herself, with the words 'best grandmother in the world' written in cursive letters

The queen likes this medal very much, and has been taking it on visits in the new year.

On the day Francis arrived, Zara happened to be there with her husband Tyndall, and she gave Francis a hug with a big smile and told her the good news.

"You're going to be an aunt. Siss. I'm pregnant." Zara had a happy and bright smile on her face.

Francis is sincerely happy for Zara.

"Oh, congratulations, Zara. And Michael." Francis hugged Zara back, "Unfortunately, it's still a fertilized egg, otherwise I would want it to be my flower girl."

"It's really a pity. Oh, aren't you planning to invite the media for your wedding?" Zara was surprised that Francis and McCoff's wedding preparations did not invite any media, and the venue was still held in the small church where Francis' mother was baptized.

"Yes, Mycroft and I both think that our vows are for ourselves. There are too many people in the royal family and the Spencer family, otherwise we don't want to invite too many people." Francis and Mycroft was not one to enjoy that kind of boisterous scene.

"For the royal family and Spencer, the wedding scene will be very lively." Zara thinks that a girl like Francis should be cherished by the world, but marriage is after all a matter of two people.

"Indeed. The Holmes family also has many cousins." Francis was extremely skeptical that Mycroft would not invite his cousins, "but let the media forget it."

Zara nodded, happy to find the queen with Francis on her arm.

During the month in Windsor, Francis almost lost contact with McCoff, but the people in Alexander will send a message to reassure Francis.

Choosing the wine, the flowers, the napkins to spread on the table, and time running through her fingers in the middle of the wedding preparations, Frances got a call from Mycroft in late August.

She immediately asked Attalus to drive to the underground stronghold of MI6.

When Francis arrived, he heard the voice of the long-lost Sherlock, who sounded a little angry: "Help? You just sit there and watch me get pumped into mud. You enjoy it?"

"NO."

"Absolutely enjoyed it."

"Sherlock, you can imagine how carefully I lurk around them, these noises, these people..." Mycroft's disgusted voice came over.

Francis pushed the door open at this time, and was a little disappointed not to see Sherlock's curly hair, but she still raised a smile: "Boys, I'm glad you're still so full of energy. Oh, it's nice to see you, Sherlock .Helena has been talking about you."

Sherlock seemed unwilling to hear his mother's name, and he frowned, recalling her past nagging and hell's miserable world in his mind.

Francis walked over to give a kiss to her fiancé whom she hadn't seen for a long time across the table. She touched McCoff's cheek and smiled lightly: "You're thin? Can you fit into the wedding suit?"

Mycroft kissed Francis back and said flatly, "Of course."

As a single dog, Sherlock felt that he was extra uncomfortable here without Dr. Watson's reminder. He sarcastically said: "Your taste is hopeless, Francis. You actually like a fat man."

"Sherlock." Mycroft warned him, in exchange for the younger brother's sneer.

"You have to come to our wedding," Francis reminded Sherlock.

"Why?" Sherlock's childish style stood out.

"Why?" Francis raised his eyebrows unexpectedly when he got this answer, "Who has helped you take care of Mrs. Hudson and Watson since you left for the past two years? Isn't this kind of remuneration enough for you to be the best man?" ?”

Sherlock shut up with Francis and went to his brother, who was the worst victim of everything from his weight to his hairline to his cavities.

By the time Sherlock got dressed and knew that Watson had moved out of Baker Street, he couldn't sit still.

Looking at Sherlock who was about to go out, Francis stood beside Mycroft, put his arms around McCoff's waist, and smiled at Sherlock: "Welcome back to London, Sherlock."

Sherlock said to Mycroft: "Bye, Blud. (Goodbye, fairy sister)"

Francis couldn't help laughing, patted his fiancé's slightly protruding belly, and comforted his depressed mood: "Don't worry, my dear. With Watson's character, if he sees a living Sherlock, he will definitely beat him up. Want to watch together?"

"Of course." Mycroft felt that Sherlock should be taught a lesson. He glanced at Francis and couldn't help touching her charming blonde hair. "You look a lot thinner, Eric, and you didn't eat well. ?"

"I have three meals a day and afternoon tea on time. If you don't believe me, you can ask Attalus." The main reason is that Francis has been busy taking over the work of Aunt Anne recently, running around in various charity events, but she still refused. Interviews with major media.

She tilted her head and glanced at McCoff: "I just miss you a little bit, dear."

Mycroft kissed her lips: "I miss you too, Eric."

Francis put his hand on his chest: "How long do you think it will take Sherlock to find Watson?"

Mycroft understood Francis' hint, he sank his eyes, lowered his head and kissed her white and moist earlobe: "I think time is enough."

"We have to change the location. I really can't do it under the portrait of my grandmother." Francis said to Mycroft, looking at the portrait of his grandmother when she was young.

"There are many rooms here, Eric."

After a long absence, SEX took longer than usual. By the time they finished watching the video and watched Sherlock and Watson, they had already started, and they recognized each other excitedly and violently.

Watson pinched Sherlock by the neck and pressed him to the ground, and Sherlock's curly hair trembled even more.

Francis couldn't help laughing and said that this was very joyful, her smooth arms stretched out of the quilt felt a little cold, she turned her head and said to McCoff who had finished washing: "Honey, can you increase the temperature in the room? "

McCoff turned up the temperature of the air conditioner as promised. He looked at Francis' white arms and said, "Put your hands under the quilt instead, so you won't feel cold, Eric."

"But it's uncomfortable to watch the video like this." Francis glared at the man who prepared a silk suspender nightgown for her, "And this is the pajamas you prepared for me."

Mycroft lifted the quilt and slipped in, reached for the iPad and put it away, motioning for Francis to put his hand under the quilt.

Francis obediently put his hands under the quilt, tilted his head on Mycroft's shoulder, and said with a smile on his face, "Your brother has been beaten, the British government."

"Don't call me that. It's what he should be." Mycroft's last sentence was about the dead brother Xiong, "They were kicked out of the hotel."

"Oh, they've already done it, what else do they want?" Francis laughed at Sherlock, "He really doesn't understand human emotions."

"You mean goldfish?" Mycroft still defended his brother at the critical moment.

Francis gave McCoff a white look, and kissed his double chin because of bowing his head: "Has anyone ever told you that you are a brother-in-law, McCoff?"

"You're going to miss the show." Mycroft tilted his head and kissed her blonde hair.

Francis was really attracted by the picture.

Watson suppressed his angry voice and said: "So a hundred people know that you are alive?"

Sherlock laughed at Watson's small head with an indifferent smile: "No, there are only 25."

This sentence detonated Watson's anger again, and they were kicked out again.

Francis watched the whole process, and after Sherlock said the phrase "the pleasure of blood swelling", Watson finally couldn't bear it and bumped his head into Sherlock's nose.

Francis exclaimed, "God bless Sherlock's nose."

The author has something to say: The younger brother should feel distressed.

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