[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Reports of "The Great British Detective's Miraculous Resurrection" swept England, and the wedding of Francis and Mycroft went smoothly. Of course, the black faces of the men in Mountbatten and Windsor must be ignored.

The name Francis signed on the marriage certificate was not his father's title Wales, but Mountbatten Windsor.

Charles looked at his daughter wearing a white wedding dress, holding cream-colored roses as a bouquet in her hand, and a happy robin embroidered on the skirt, his eyes were moistened.

Frances's wedding dress was very conservative, with lace covering her breasts, white pearls inlaid on the skirt, and her mother Diana's favorite pearl crown on her head.

This was what her brothers had unanimously requested to leave to Francis.

Frances's cousin, Eugenie, held up the long skirt for her.

And McCoff wore a three-piece silver-red suit, looking extraordinarily young.

Even though McCaw and she are non-religious, they read their vows to each other in the presence of the Archbishop of Canterbury.

Both Mycroft and Francis chose the original wedding vows from the Bible.

"I Mycroft Holmes ask you Frances Alexandra Victoria Mountbatten Windsor to be my wife, my partner in life and my only love. I will cherish our friendship and love you, now and in the future, Or forever. I will trust you, respect you, I will laugh with you, cry with you. I will love you faithfully, no matter the future is good or bad, difficult or happy, I will be with you Get through it. Whatever life is ready for, I will always be here. Just as I stretch out my hand for you to hold, I will give my life to you. So please help me, my Lord."

"I, Francis Alexandra Victoria Mountbatten Windsor, ask you Mycroft Holmes to be my husband, my partner in life and my only love. I will cherish our friendship and love you, now and in the future, Or forever. I will trust you, respect you, I will laugh with you, cry with you. I will love you faithfully, no matter the future is good or bad, difficult or happy, I will be with you Get through it. No matter what kind of life I am going to face, I will always guard here. Just like I stretch out my hand for you to hold, I will give my life to you.

So please help me my Lord. "

The next part of the vows is read by the bride and groom together.

"Sincerely ask God to let me not leave you, or let me follow you. Because I go where you go, I stay because you stay. The one you love will be the one I love, Your Lord will be mine too. Where you die, I will be buried there with you, and maybe the Lord asks me to do more, but no matter what happens, you will be by my side"

"Well, in the name of the Holy Spirit, the Father, and the Son, I declare that the bride and groom are married. Now, the groom can kiss the bride." The Archbishop of Canterbury said with a smile.

The wedding went smoothly, even though several men from Mountbatten and Windsor were black-faced throughout.

But it was a surprise that Sherlock was the most popular at this wedding.

After Sherlock, who was 'resurrected from the dead', recovered her reputation, she almost became the focus of the audience, especially the princesses who were particularly interested in her.

Nolan, Neil, and Hannibal are friends Francis invites, along with her fellow Caltech geniuses.

They all witnessed the wedding together.

"Sherlock is really welcome, my dear." Francis looked at Sherlock who was talking to Beatrice and Eugenie, and the happy smiles on the faces of the two princesses, "As long as Holmes is willing, everyone Do people like them?"

"Hmm, as long as he is willing." Mycroft snorted coldly.

"Is there a terrorist attack sweeping London? Is there any clue?" Francis had heard about it, and she turned her head to ask her husband.

"Don't worry, Eric. Sherlock will take care of it." Mycroft said softly, putting his arm around his wife's shoulder.

"Haven't Sherlock and Watson made up yet?" Francis still remembered the scene of Watson fighting Sherlock, and she looked at the military doctor and his fiancee not far away.

"It takes time to repair the cracks, my dear." Mycroft looked into Francis's interested blue eyes and said lightly, "Things like emotions are very complicated."

"Your tone is really like Hannibal. I think you must have a good chat." Francis raised his head and said with a smile.

Mycroft frowned slightly. Their last conversation was not a pleasant one.

"Have you figured out how to spend your honeymoon?" Mycroft decided to change the subject.

Francis pondered for a while: "What do you think, how about we go to southern Europe? We can start from the Netherlands, the windmill I have always wanted to see, go to Belgium to eat chocolate, follow the Rhine to Germany to climb the Alps, and then to Switzerland , going all the way south to Santorini, Greece."

Good to avoid Italy.

Mycroft was unwilling to take Francis to set foot in Emerald, Italy again.

After the wedding, McCoff played a brilliant game of throwing the pot away, leaving all the work to the elites of MI6 and MI5, forcing them to want to jump the Thames every minute.

Francis bought a camera in a hurry. She and Mycroft traveled around Europe, and they were in a much happier mood. Although their vacation was only a short month, it was enough to satisfy him.

They returned to Casablanca from Greece. This journey left many precious memories for Francis. She asked Attalos to develop the photos, while she returned to Cambridge to continue her classes.

Cambridge students noticed that the pine emerald originally worn on the middle finger was replaced by the emerald emerald on the ring finger.

A student boldly raised his hand and asked, "Professor Windsor, are you married?"

Francis glanced at the ring on his ring finger and raised his eyebrows at the student: "This has nothing to do with you, Mr. Anston."

"Are you really married, Professor?" another girl ventured to ask.

Francis looked at so many curious eyes, and she smiled: "Yes, I'm married."

The whole classroom was boiling, and a girl said loudly: "Happy wedding, Professor."

Francis looked at the girl and felt that she was a bit unfamiliar, but her eyes really looked like McCaw, so she nodded at her, and then signaled the students to be quiet: "Okay, students, remember this is still In class. Don’t expect me to pass your papers if you don’t pay attention.”

But even this cannot stop the gossip of the people of the corrupt country.

'The news that the Princess of Wales is married' spread wildly on the Internet, and some people even filmed a video of her admitting to the marriage and circulated it on the Internet.

The whole of England, or the whole world, is boiling.

The young journalists at The Sun nearly had their editor-in-chief drown in the Thames because none of the British media knew about the Princess of Wales' marriage.

Finally, the queen posted a group photo of her granddaughter's wedding on the account of the British royal family. The princess in the wedding dress was so bright and gorgeous that she looked extraordinarily petite standing beside her tall husband, with a happy smile on her face.

The photo that swore the marriage of the Princess of Wales sent the nation into a frenzy.

They sent their best wishes.

Because in the eyes of many middle-aged and elderly people, the Princess of Wales is still the little blond girl with her father holding hands behind her mother's coffin.

After reposting it, Francis wrote: "Thank you for everyone's blessings. My husband and I are just an ordinary couple."

When she returned to the Casablanca Manor, Attalus was pruning the roses. When he saw the princess, he wiped his sweat with his hand and stood up to salute.

"Your Highness, you are back, sir is already at home."

"What is he doing?" Francis asked curiously.

"Mister is exercising." Attalos tried hard to restrain the smile on his lips.

Francis pursed his lips and smiled for a while and said, "Then I'll go up and see him."

She walked through the garden, walked all the way to the living room, and went up to the second floor to Mycroft's purpose-built gym, where he had stopped and sat in a chair, phone in hand.

"Is it today? Watson and Mary's wedding day." Mycroft couldn't help smiling at her when he saw his wife coming in. "They'll be glad we didn't show up."

He beckoned to his wife, and Francis walked over, sat on his lap, put his arms around his neck, and mouthed to her husband: "Sherlock?"

Mycroft nodded, and continued to say to the person on the phone: "Sherlock, don't get too involved."

"Devotion? I'm not. Watson asked me to be his best man, how could I refuse." Sherlock's voice came along with the wedding music.

Francis sneered: "You rejected your brother very cleanly. If we go, the scene will only be worse, and it will become a round table meeting."

Mycroft continued: "Sherlock, do you remember the red beard?"

"Mycroft, I'm no longer a three-year-old child." Sherlock's voice suppressed anger.

Then the call was hung up.

"Red beard?" Francis raised his eyebrows, "Is there any story here?"

Mycroft shook his head: "It's nothing, dear. How did you go in class today?"

"Oh, they're gossiping." Francis rolled her eyes at the thought of her students.

"Etiquette, Alec." Mycroft said with his hand on her back as he kissed her cheek.

"Hey, you haven't told me, what is the red beard..."

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