[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"What do you mean? Why didn't Sherlock go?" Francis said dissatisfied, tugging at Sherlock's shirt.

Sherlock struggled to get free, the damn fat man really gave her a lot of things, oh, for a princess, this is too strong.

"I'm not going to that damn opera. Don't you try to drag me down, fat man."

Mycroft looked at the two men warningly: "Manners, boys."

Francis stepped on Sherlock's high-end handmade leather shoes in front of a certain younger brother: "Oh, be obedient, Baby Sherlock. Those are your parents, not mine. My mother likes ballet, and my father likes gardening. Opera That really doesn't suit me."

"Don't call me baby, I'm not three anymore. Oh, let me go, Francis."

"Stop dreaming. Let's go together, Sherlock baby."

What about the final result?

Both the princess and the detective were too immature and were suppressed by the big devil.

The three of them sat in a row in the spacious back seat.

"I hope it's not Les Miserables."

When Francis mentioned Les Miserables, both Holmes frowned unbearably.

"Look, what I said, it's better to go to the Alps. It's not like being taken to see a drama as soon as you get off the plane." Francis searched for the latest drama on his mobile phone.

"Oh, I think you don't need to listen to the music of Les Miserables." Francis held up the mobile phone and handed it to the gentlemen, "Coriolanus starring Tom Hiddleston-Shakespeare's famous play. Sid Mr. Ruston is a handsome gentleman with a perfect accent, and he is Will's senior. Tsk tsk, I saw him in "Cymbeline" in 07. Looking at this pretty face, I don't think I'm against it gone."

Sherlock sneered and glanced at the actor's appearance, which was quite to my liking. Compared to McCoff, this Mr. Tom Hiddleston was handsome, well-proportioned and tall, with eight-pack abs and hair. The horizon is more reliable than McCoff.

"As long as it's not Les Miserables. Maybe you can call John." Sherlock was determined not to be the only one to suffer.

"Then how should we introduce Watson? Is there someone you want to spend the rest of your life with?" Francis raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mycroft, "Your brother will cry."

Mycroft gave Francis a warning look.

Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth, very happy to make things difficult for his brother.

"Perhaps you can choose the actor. It's the right age," said Sherlock.

"Nine years, I'll be honest. That's not the age-appropriate range," McCoff said.

Seeing that the boys were going to fight each other, Francis quickly said: "Hey, hey, Boys, take it easy. It's better to introduce someone to me. Solve your own single problem. Or say you are equal to the same-sex marriage bill."

What the hell is this, Sherlock said.

The internet-addicted girl, Anthea, picked out all the buttons on her phone.

Mycroft glared at Francis, who pursed his lips and shrugged, took out his phone and went to play games.

"It's too dark in the car, don't stare at the screen." Mycroft directly confiscated Francis' cell phone, and the princess didn't even have time to show her Erkang hand.

"Fine. Remember to return it to me when you get off the bus."

Sherlock laughed at Francis: "What did I say, the British government is definitely a control freak. Obediently, your name is completely opposite to your recent situation."

"Yes, thank you for reminding me, I can see it too." Francis rolled his eyes and said without sincerity.

"Etiquette, Your Highness."

Sherlock made a look, and Francis shrugged.

The big devil's face should not be too gloomy.

Anthea tried her best to shorten her sense of existence.

The British government has no place before its own brother and princess.

Telling such a frenzied fact will definitely be silenced.

Anthea thought.

Mrs. Holmes is a kind old lady. She just looks like a lady who can teach Mycroft and Sherlock.

but--

Excuseme? !

What the hell are Mike and Charlie? !

Francis looked at the boys of Sherlock Holmes with helpless expressions. The young Holmes, who was in adolescence and extended infinitely, even raised a protest and was suppressed by the gentle and amiable Mrs. Holmes.

It looks like female Sherlock Holmes is at the top of the food chain.

"You must be Francis, what a beautiful girl." Mrs. Holmes embraced Francis warmly.

"Yes, ma'am." Francis knew a little about the Holmes family. Mrs. Holmes was a cutting-edge mathematician before she married.

"I read the reports on natural science. Your family must be proud of your achievements." Mrs. Holmes uncharacteristically left three Mr. Holmes of different sizes, and dragged Francis into the arena.

Francis smiled very shyly: "Oh, they are all very happy. But you know, ma'am. The British are always very reserved when expressing their happiness."

"Yes."

Mrs. Holmes really chose "Coriolanus" starring Tom Hiddleston.

"As a drama actor, Mr. Hiddleston is really impeccable. His favorite performance is Shakespeare's plays. The performances in "Cymbeline" and "Othello" are really a kind of enjoyment." Francis enthusiastically Mrs. Holmes introduced the young actor, who was about the age of her youngest son.

"Sis, you also like to watch dramas. Except for my old man, no one will accompany me to watch dramas, and the boys don't know what they are busy with?" Mrs. Holmes cast a reproachful look at the boys in her mouth.

my old man? !

The dog food of this middle-aged group made Francis speechless.

"I like Shakespeare. But not Romeo and Juliet. Romance is not for scientists." Francis said with a smile, "However, ballet is my favorite. I was lucky enough to see Tamara Rojo's performance .My mom was on stage too. She loves ballet."

"I have seen Ulanova's ballet performance, she is a very amazing woman."

"Oh, she stopped dancing when I was born. What a pity."

The Holmeses were dealt with by Francis, and the boys breathed a sigh of relief.

Sherlock and Mycroft sat together.

"Did you find anything during the trip to Italy?" Mycroft asked Sherlock.

Sherlock looked around but didn't look at his brother: "Well, you're like a female version of you, Mycroft. Any gains over there?"

"In 05, she studied mathematics at MIT under the pseudonym Victoria Wales. Two years later, she graduated and enrolled at Caltech under the pseudonym Francis Spencer. Before attending Caltech, she didn't make any friends."

"So, she chose to be a ghost in the Victorian era." Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth appreciatively, "Smartgirl. So, you didn't find out who owned the ammunition and the cane?"

"No. The relationship in Germany is not very close. The name of the person who finally received the cane does not exist after 76 years."

"That's why she chose Germany." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "Francis seems like a challenge. Bro, this girl is much better than the goldfish."

Mycroft put on a government mask of indifference: "Take care of you Moriarty, Little Brother."

"Hmph." The great detective snorted coldly, "Come on, Mycroft. You and Francis are 14 years younger. That drama actor with a stronger hairline than you is more suitable than you."

The author has something to say: God hates Sherlock