[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Francis and Mycroft live a peaceful and warm life, just like ordinary couples in the world.

Marriage was never a fairytale, and Frances would argue with Mycroft over sweets, but they never kept issues overnight.

Recently, the Holmes couple had disagreements over the issue of their children.

Francis wanted a child, especially after all the people around her were pregnant and had children, she had a strong desire to have a child, but McCoff disagreed.

Because Francis has undergone major surgery in recent years, he first came back from the ghost gate, and then developed chronic aplastic anemia, and underwent bone marrow transplantation in conjunction with umbilical cord blood treatment.

He cared more about Francis than the child he couldn't even see.

Francis was angry, moved and helpless about this, and all her petty thoughts could be easily seen through.

One day, she couldn't stand Mycroft anymore, so she ran from Casablanca to 221B to find Sherlock.

Sherlock only took one look at Francis, and laughed gloatingly: "I knew you wouldn't be able to stand him, Francis."

The great British detective welcomed Francis in as if he were welcoming the Allies.

Do not doubt.

Meeting his brother, the world's only consulting detective is so childish.

Francis glanced at Sherlock: "Are you going to go out in disguise?"

After all, under the tutelage of Mycroft, Francis still has this vision.

Ever since Mary was revealed to be pregnant by Sherlock at the wedding banquet, Watson and Mary have lived a peaceful and somewhat boring life after marriage.

And Sherlock is still a great British detective, busy fighting crime.

Sherlock nodded lightly. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He folded his hands and looked at Francis: "I had a fight with Mycroft."

"You know your brother, who do you think can quarrel with him?" Francis sat down on the sofa, her eyes downcast, frowning.

"Haha, marriage is a tomb. Sister in law. I told you earlier that you and Mycroft will not have any freedom at all." Sherlock said sharply.

"Oh, I just don't get it. It's a kid's problem," Francis said, frowning uncontrollably. "Am I in a hurry?"

"Child?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow. He imagined the scene of Mycroft feeding the baby, and succeeded in making himself sick.

"You want a baby? Oh, mygod! How much you miss it," Sherlock said.

Francis rolled his eyes at him: "Yes, yes. Isn't it enough for our family to have you as a giant baby?"

Sherlock's giant baby Sherlock Holmes expressed dissatisfaction: "Me? Come on, Mycroft is just for his desire to control."

Francis pressed his forehead tiredly, and she went to force Sherlock to give up his sofa. Recently, she got angry and gave McCaw a separate room to sleep, and she didn't sleep well.

Sherlock shrugged, gave Francis a blanket and ignored her. It is estimated that Mycroft will come over in half an hour, and he has to dispose of his little things.

Mycroft arrived 10 minutes earlier than Sherlock estimated,

Behind Mycroft's back, Sherlock pouted, especially disdainful of his brother's behavior.

"She fell asleep."

Sherlock's words made Mycroft, who had been walking up the stairs very softly, slow down. He finally frowned and did not make a sound to laugh at his brother.

Mycroft walked to the living room and saw Francis wrapped in a blanket and curled into a ball. She didn't sleep very well.

He stepped forward, bent down and stretched out his hands to pat Francis's quilt rhythmically. Every night when they fell asleep, Mycroft would do this. After coaxing Francis, he touched her down the back, and touched it a year ago. In the place of surgery, his mood will be extra gloomy.

His princess is not safe.

As time passed, Mycroft found that Francis was like his heart to him. Unless it was placed by his side, the restlessness in his heart would eventually subside. She ran far away, even Baker Street, which made him panic.

Francis was breathing steadily, her blond hair was disheveled around her fair cheeks, and he reached out to smooth her blond hair.

McCoff confirmed that Francis was sound asleep, and turned to Sherlock, "Has anyone come to see you recently? Sherlock?"

"No." Sherlock's words were as succinct as ever, "Why not fulfill Francis' wish?"

"She's not in good health," Mycroft said.

"I saw her physical examination, she can beat criminals with bare hands." Sherlock said, "Do you still have concerns?"

Mycroft walked to the kitchen, some distance away from Francis, and lowered his voice: "Francis has aplastic anemia because someone poisoned her."

"You haven't found the person who poisoned him yet?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows in surprise. With Mycroft's ability, it took so long to find the murderer, which only shows that this matter is very difficult.

"He seems to have evaporated from the world." Mycroft pursed the corners of his lips, and the corners between his brows became cold and serious, "There is no clue."

"But you have doubts."

Mycroft suspected the unknown 'Dodie', but he hadn't found it over the years.

Francis has always overreacted to her mother's affairs, and the Fei Lengcui incident once made McCaw feel terrified. The feeling of powerlessness was like knowing that Sherlock used cocaine at the beginning.

During the conversation between the brothers, the person sleeping on the sofa gave a warning, turned over and sat up, with a blush after sleeping on his face.

She blinked her blue eyes, which were covered with moisture.

"Alik." Mycroft was always paying attention to Francis' movements, and hurried over.

"Myc?" Francis was still a little confused.

Sherlock sneered when he heard Mycroft's nickname.

Francis woke up now. She narrowed her eyes and subconsciously defended Mycroft: "Come on, your name is Xiali."

Sherlock rolled his eyes at this woman who changed her face faster than turning the pages of a book: "Take your wife and go, fat man."

Francis noticed Sherlock's bad attitude, so he asked Mycroft: "Did you break his robot when you were a child, or stole his Smurfs. Why is Sherlock always angry with you?"

"Because I'm the smart one." Mycroft said with a smirk, "Sherlock always looks really stupid."

Francis saw the black face of the great British detective, and before he spoke up, she immediately pulled Mycroft and said, "I want to go home, dear."

Regardless of the recent cold war with McCoff, she directly dragged McCoff away, and said to Sherlock, "Convey my greetings to Mrs. Hudson."

Mycroft escorted Francis into the car. He seemed to be in a good mood looking at Francis. She had never given him a smile in the past few days.

Mycroft always wanted to protect her, and the young princess was like a little beast that couldn't wait to be released.

Francis pursed his lips, glanced at Mycroft secretly, and coughed lightly: "I agree with you, Mycroft. We can have a baby later."

Mycroft glanced at Francis in surprise. After all, when his princess became stubborn, it was really a headache: "Eric?"

"Of course it's temporary." Francis raised his eyebrows, "I think we'll just let nature take its course."

"Of course." Mycroft had always been skeptical about Francis' physical assessment, and he'd always been too conservative in that assessment.

Mycroft sent another driver to take Francis back to the Casablanca estate.

When Francis returned to Casablanca, Attalus did not prune the branches in the garden as usual, but waited in the living room.

This made Francis frown, and Attalus stepped forward and whispered: "Your Highness, a gentleman who calls himself Magnussen is looking for you."

"Magnussen?" Francis raised her eyebrows. Why did this big man in the intelligence world come here? She took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Charlotte. After all, Charlotte is the queen of intelligence in the intelligence world. Where did the disgusting leech come from?"

Francis walked in calmly, and seeing the well-dressed Magnussen sitting on the sofa in the main seat, followed by his two bodyguards in black, she couldn't help chuckling.

"Attalus, go make a pot of black tea." Francis turned his head and told Attalus.

Attalus glanced at Francis worriedly, but obeyed the order and went to the kitchen to make tea.

Francis sat across from Magnussen, with only a coffee table between them.

Magnussen pushed his glasses with no expression on his face, and Francis found the suppression point on him - Mycroft and Diana.

He hooked his lips.

Francis narrowed his eyes: "Mr. Magnussen, who came uninvited, hello for the first time."

"Hello, Your Royal Highness." Magnussen greeted Francis.

"I don't like to go round and round. You can explain your purpose directly." Francis had an impeccable smile on his face, but her eyes were not as pure and bright as her mother's, but as cold as Mycroft.

"You are very courageous, Your Highness..."

"Please don't say that about me. Courage is often synonymous with stupidity." Francis naturally would not let Magnussen take the initiative in this conversation, "I don't like such small talk either."

Magnussen paused, showing a determined smile, and said slowly: "Should I call you Your Highness, or should I call you—Alexander."

Francis raised an eyebrow at Magnussen: "Don't call me Alexander, not any derivative of Alex, or the British government will be jealous."

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, we will see how the princess tore Magnussen apart.