[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"What flowers are you going to use at the wedding? Why are you still struggling with jewelry? Zara?" Francis put down the sample in his hand and watched Zara struggling.

"Siss, this is my wedding. Once in a lifetime. I want it to be perfect." Zara was visibly anxious.

"Oh, you look forward to marriage very much, Zara. Once in a lifetime, I will frame a sentence to Charles and Anne. It's a pity that Margaret can't receive this gift." Francis said jokingly.

Zara gave her a blank look, and reached out to pinch her face: "Oh, you are always so angry about marriage, Siss. Marriage will be beautiful."

"Yeah, it's always good in the beginning. It's hard to tell later. But, life is what it is." Frances thought of her grandparents, and they are still very good, "Your husband should not have to worry about the hairline." question."

"Oh, Sissy, his bald head is super hot."

"Even though English men's hair looks like rushes that have suffered too much dew, I still like men with hair." Francis continued to look at the samples of flowers.

"Plagus?"

"That's a very fragile plant."

"Like an English man's hair."

"Totally correct." Francis turned a page, and her blue eyes fell on two kinds of flowers, which were placed next to each other, "Sally Holmes, Princess Alexandra of Kent."

"England roses and roses. Oh, I saw Sally Holmes at your house, the creamy little flower. It looks very good." Zara looked at another flower, "Princess Alexandra Kent , that is the flower that Austin cultivated for you, tea-scented and lemon-scented. Grandma likes it very much."

"Princess Alexandra Kent, I thought we'd talk about Aunt Alexandra." Francis pursed his lips and was about to turn the page.

"Wait, I've decided to use these two." Zara smiled happily.

"Are you sure? You struggled with the wedding dress and jewelry for half a month. Then it took half a minute to decide on the flower." Francis asked.

"Of course, this is your flower. You are my favorite sister, and I hope you will witness this moment with me."

"I was at the wedding, Zara." Francis shrugged.

"But, this flower is very beautiful. I would prefer to choose your flower, which will make me happier." Zara took the sample of the flower.

"Hmm~ Thank you for honoring me, Zara. Thank God, we've settled one item, it took three hours. Go ahead and wrestle with the jewelry."

Zara gave Francis a blank look.

The next day, Francis went to Buckingham Palace, and Harry told her that they had invited Sherlock Holmes, and she was extremely suspicious of whether Harry's invitation was what she thought it was.

And she was extremely skeptical that in any normal statistic, Sherlock Holmes was an absolute accident.

When Francis arrived at Buckingham Palace, she did not miss the classic scene of the Holmes brothers. In her opinion, it was indeed a classic scene of brotherly confrontation.

Sherlock was wearing a white sheet, and according to her estimate, Sherlock was only covered by the white sheet.

Then Sherlock said something to Mycroft, and was about to leave. Mycroft stepped on Sherlock's bedsheet, and...

Sherlock saved it in time, only revealing his upper body.

What a pity.

Francis thought.

"This case concerns the country, don't make trouble." Mycroft's voice sounded a little frantic.

"Let go of my sheets." Sherlock scowled, turning the back of his head at his brother.

"Otherwise?" Mycroft faced his younger brother directly.

"Otherwise I'll just walk out." Sherlock said indifferently.

"Then I will fulfill you."

Watson, who couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward and reminded: "Boys, please...nothere (boys, pay attention to the occasion)"

Francis finally couldn't help laughing: "Sherlock, it seems that you have found a good way to become famous quickly. Sir, please help him. Sherlock is as white as a Greek statue, look at the biceps of his arm, oh, the abdomen The muscles are a little weaker."

"Francis!" Watson looked at her in surprise, and after thinking about her identity, he understood.

"Hi, Watson." Francis came over, and Harry, who was the queen's secretary, went forward.

"Your Highness, there is no need for you to come forward."

Francis glanced at the white sheets, then looked at Harry: "No offense, Harry. Next time you go to invite guests, give them time to get dressed. I hope they didn't tie you up from some woman's bed, Sherlock."

"In fact, all his clothes were left unwashed," Watson added.

"Well, I think I can answer your question, since you don't like fans at both ends, I can tell you, fans at one end, I'm your client." Francis looked at the other two men, "Between gentlemen We don't want me to get too involved. I think we'll see you later. I'll text you back."

"I don't think you'll be free for the rest of your life," Sherlock said sarcastically.

Francis raised his eyebrows and looked at the already dark-faced Mycroft, then pursed his lips and smiled: "Gentlemen, I hope you have a good day."

After confirming that the conversation would go on, Francis left Buckingham Palace and returned to 221C to continue choosing the music for Zara's wedding.

Adele's "Makeyoufeelmylove" is very suitable for swearing to express emotion.

But Zara should prefer Lily Allen's music.

Maybe at a party.

By the time Francis heard the tenth disc, McCoff returned.

"I remember, you didn't like it very much, Lily Allen type. Ms. Philip's wedding." Mycroft reminded, "You should stop. The ears will be very uncomfortable."

"Oh, I just wanted to make Zara's wedding look, a little more perfect. She is completely obsessed with her fiancé, she thinks his bald head... how would she describe it... oh, hot." Francis put the disc away , "Dopamine completely eroded her brain."

"This is an ordinary person, Eric." Mycroft's hand reached out to her cookie, "How about the laboratory at Imperial College?"

"Ah, the headmaster is very enthusiastic. You know, he probably thinks Imperial College has beaten Cambridge and Oxford." Francis turned his head and watched as Mycroft began to eat the second biscuit. "You don't want to miss dinner. I plan to Make Yorkie pudding, so don't eat any more?"

"OK, last piece."

Francis looked at McCoff helplessly, and remembered the agreement with Nolan: "Oh, after Zara's wedding, I have to go to Munich, Germany. It's about the company."

"You are going to set up a second branch in Munich." Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

"He wanted to be in Germany, so I chose Munich." Francis took the beef out of the refrigerator, "You really think Sherlock can solve this?"

"If Sherlock can't, who else in England can?"

Francis distractedly looked at the man bragging about his younger brother: "Maybe it's some office detective who doesn't want to run errands. By the way, can you close your jaw? You are so proud."

"Nonsense. My jaw is fine, Alec," retorted Mycroft, controlling his hand to reach for the cookie.

"Remember, the last time I sent your people to the swimming pool?" Francis put on his apron and cut the beef. "It was the time when Moriarty and Sherlock met. When I rushed over, Morrie Artie got a call and he changed his plans."

"You think it's Ms. Irene Adler?" Mycroft frowned.

Francis nodded: "Yes. If Adler changed Moriarty's mind, it must be to interest him, make him profitable, or what he wanted. Although I have a disagreement with Angela, but Objectively speaking, the indecent photos with Angela are not something that interests him. So this woman has other cards, ah oh..."

Francis felt a pain in her finger, and she cut her own.

"You really shouldn't be distracted while cutting things." Mycroft took her hand and rinsed it under the faucet. "Alik, I said, don't worry about it. I'll get some ice packs and help Coagulation."

"Make me think about something. I think after the Christmas break, I'll be in Munich. Christmas together?"

"Don't you live with Liz?" Mycroft disinfected his injured hand, then put a band-aid on her.

"Until this matter is resolved, I don't want to see Angela, or Andrew at all." Francis frowned and twisted his injured finger.

"Looks like we'll have to eat out. Spanish or Chinese."

"Chinese food. I kind of miss Kung Pao Chicken."

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