[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Speaking of Christmas in those years, the expression on Francis' face is always so indescribable.

Since Sherlock was injured and his force value dropped, he lived with his parents obediently, and he also invited the Watson couple and his apprentice named Bill or Billy.

Under Baifa's investigation, Francis already knew the whole process of Sherlock being shot, and she followed the agreement with Mycroft not to interfere in this matter.

But Magnussen is indeed very cunning. After he hit a wall with Francis, he set his sights on Sherlock, the only younger brother of the British government, and also his weakness.

And Sherlock cherishes the friendship with Watson, Watson likes his wife Mary, and Mary is his breakthrough.

Francis took the little bell and decorated the Christmas tree at Holmes' house again. She picked up the star decoration from the ground and climbed up the ladder and stood on tiptoe.

Mycroft, who was complaining about how slow the time was, saw Francis's movement, and hurried over, holding the ladder with his hands to make it more stable, and said to his wife, "Let me do this kind of thing, come down quickly. "

Francis pouted: "Who do you think is decorating the Christmas tree in Windsor. Don't make such a fuss."

When she finished placing the stars, she jumped off the ladder.

"Etiquette. Eric." Mycroft said from the side.

Francis hugged Mycroft's shoulder and complained: "Today is Christmas, let the etiquette go to hell. After Christmas, I will go to South Africa to visit with Harry next March."

Mycroft had known this for a long time, and it was unavoidable.

As long as Frances remains the Princess Royal, this is her responsibility.

"Be careful." Mycroft turned his head and told lightly, Francis pursed his lips and nodded.

"Mike, is this your computer?" Helena asked her eldest son with a cup of tea.

Mycroft looked over and said to his mother: "This is responsible for the safety of the free world, yes, you still put potatoes on it."

"Then you should put it away instead of leaving it lying around." Helena taught her eldest son a lesson.

Mycroft showed a helpless expression. No matter how prominent his status was outside, he was still a son who had to listen to his mother when he returned home.

"Why do we have Christmas, we never have Christmas?" Mycroft was still dissatisfied with the Christmas party.

"Because Sherlock was discharged from the hospital, everyone is very happy." Helena said as it should.

Mycroft smirked. "Am I happy? I want to make sure."

Francis patted Mycroft's belly, and signaled him not to fight his mother to death, otherwise he would be the one who would suffer in the end: "Hey, dear, I have prepared a small dessert, do you want to try it?"

Mycroft was natural and happy, while Helena went to bring Mary tea.

Francis followed Mycroft into the kitchen. She took out panna cotta from the refrigerator and asked McCoff what flavor she wanted: "What flavor do you want?"

"Blueberry flavored."

Frances poured blueberry-flavored jam on Mycroft, and she turned to McCoff and asked, "Did you know that punch is added?"

Mycroft nodded, he was worried that the drug would affect Francis' body: "Don't drink it, Eric."

Francis handed McCoff panna cotta, frowned and said, "What the hell is Sherlock going to do?"

Mycroft still asked Francis to leave it alone, and Francis was worried, but he still didn't say anything.

She has already noticed that McCoff has something on his mind, but McCoff always chooses to hide it from her. In order to protect her, she knows it in her heart, but she also feels a little uncomfortable.

Sensing Francis' emotion, Mycroft put down the dessert in his hand and stroked her blond hair.

Francis was washing the spoon. She shook the water off the spoon and put it back in place, warning her husband: "Don't mess with my hair. Don't you have something to tell Sherlock, go after eating."

Mycroft went over to kiss her hair, Francis flashed and said directly: "I had a headache yesterday and didn't wash my hair."

He kissed her on the cheek and left the kitchen to talk to Sherlock.

Francis has been playing chess with Richard in the room because he is not in the mood.

As the head of the family, the old Mr. Holmes could tell at a glance that his daughter-in-law was unhappy.

"Mycroft is a very responsible child. As the first child, he has given us a lot of peace of mind. Sometimes I wonder if he has been neglected too much." Richard played chess with Francis He said, with a benevolent smile on his face, "Living with him, you felt a little defeated."

Francis looked up at Richard, a hint of doubt in his blue eyes.

Richard's white hair hides the wisdom of the years: "Mycroft was never the type to show his emotions. But after he married you, I can feel that he is much happier. I have to say , which makes me very happy. My dear Siss."

The cloud in Francis' heart dissipated, and she pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "I am also very happy. In fact, he gave me a home. It made me feel at ease. Since my mother left, he is the only one who can give me this feeling. people."

"Marriage is never a fairy tale, Siss. Marriage is the greatest compromise between two people." Richard taught Francis his own marriage experience.

When McCoff walked in, he saw his wife and father chatting happily. The smile on his face was fleeting. He walked over and sat on the armrest, with his hands on Francis' shoulder casually: "What are you talking about, Ellie? gram?"

"Richard is teaching me his marriage experience with Helena." Francis raised her head and gave Mycroft a smile. She smelled a smell of cigarettes, and she frowned at him, "Smoking?"

Mycroft nodded, and pulled his brother into the water without hesitation: "Together with Sherlock."

Francis glared at him and didn't want to pay attention to him, but Mycroft leaned into his ear and said, "There are three more steps, and you can win."

Francis pushed McCoff's face with her hand, she was about to play chess, when she heard a click, the chess piece in Richard's hand fell to the ground, and he fell on the sofa.

"Sherlock." Mycroft immediately sat next to Francis and reminded her.

Francis nodded, and she leaned against Mycroft and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Sherlock soon came to check on them, after which he and Watson went out, leaving behind his apprentice Billy.

Francis and Mycroft stood up from the sofa after Sherlock left. Francis glanced around, and after McCoff signaled Billy to shut up, she found that McCoff's computer was missing.

"Honey, you told me that you don't have anything in your computer?" Francis frowned. "It seems that Sherlock accepted Magnussen's conditions."

McCoff patted Francis on the shoulder and sighed: "I'll get someone to prepare the helicopter. I'll deal with Magnussen later."

"If you know more, you should ask Alexander to deal with Magnussen. The mention of such a name makes me sick." Francis couldn't help but feel sick when he thought of this person, "I hope his hand bones are better."

Mycroft asked Francis to stay here and watch his parents and Mary.

But what she waited for back was not good news.

Sherlock kills Magnussen.

Francis' first reaction was that it was impossible.

"Impossible, Sherlock, Mycroft."

The couple went back to the Casablanca estate on Christmas night.

Listening to his wife's words, Mycroft couldn't help being silent. It wasn't that he doubted Sherlock, but in fact he had witnessed this incident with his own eyes.

The only thing he missed was the friendship between Sherlock and Watson, which led to the current ending.

Francis hugged Mycroft's shoulders to comfort him: "What will you do with Sherlock? Prison? Or exile?"

"Being in prison would be a nightmare."

"The exile will give me time." Francis tried to get Sherlock out of this matter. She really didn't believe that Sherlock would kill people, even if Magnuson was a scumbag.

"Alik..." Mycroft stopped Francis.

But Francis is firm: "Sherlock won't kill. Mycroft, you know. You educated him, what kind of person he is. If I don't find out about this matter, you will doubt yourself all your life Education, there's never a way out. I know what it's like to be torn apart intellectually and emotionally. It sucks."

Mycroft was a little silent, thinking that today's killing reminded him of the killing when he was a child, and he couldn't help but think of Olos.

Among them, Sherlock was the most influenced by Olos.

His pace of growth, his thoughts, his choices, even though he has long forgotten Oluos, but the career he chose, and his obsession with solving crimes are all related to Oluos.

And Olos has long been a taboo in the Sherlock Holmes family.

She's terribly smart, even frightening.

Francis' words gave him a new perspective, but as a relative, he was inconvenient to take action on Sherlock's affairs, but he could still fight for the issue of exile or going to prison.

Mycroft turned his head to look at the tired Francis, and he couldn't help frowning: "You need to take a good rest."

Francis nodded. She has been taken care of so well by McCoff recently, even her biological clock has been on time a lot, so she is very sleepy now.

"Mycroft, do you know about Attalos? I can't get in touch with him recently."

McCoff adjusted his shoulders so that Francis could lean more comfortably. He bowed his head and said, "He asked me for three months' leave, and he should be back soon."

The author has something to say: Mycroft definitely has a shadow over his sister.