[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"Hello." In the dark, a person hid in the bathroom to answer the phone, his voice was a little trembling but he tried his best to keep it stable, so that no one could notice the abnormality.

"They won't find anything. Including your poisoning of the Princess of Wales." The voice changed from the other end of the phone, which was terrifying.

"Why help me?"

"I'm not helping you, I like to see McCoff frustrated." The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and chilling, "Don't touch the Princess of Wales anymore, she is my toy."

"What shall I call you?"

"You can call me Dongfeng."

No one knew about this private conversation.

Using all the power in his body, McCoff still couldn't find any news about the poisoning of Francis, as if all the clues had been erased by a pair of invisible hands.

His heart sank slowly, his mouth was already bubbling, and after he squeezed it, every mouthful of sweets relieved him while also stinging the ulcerated wound in his mouth.

Francis recently saw a little Chinese medicine, and went to Chinatown to buy lotus heart tea for him to drink.

Mycroft didn't like the bitter taste, but because of Francis, he had to drink a glass every day, and his mouth ulcers did show signs of improvement.

Francis understood that Mycroft was slightly anxious about not being able to catch the murderer who poisoned her. The security monitoring around her was significantly improved, and McCoff even asked Attalos to follow her every step of the way.

In order to eliminate his lover's anxiety, Francis has been very cooperative with McCoff's arrangements, which really reassures him a lot.

With such a potential enemy, Francis is also more careful about things around him.

The Alexander organization is intertwined in Europe and America. Since Moriarty's death, under the leadership of Seleucus, Alexander has mastered most of the power in Europe.

But what Francis didn't know was that Seleucus had vague suspicions about the person who poisoned him, and after the poisoning incident, he became more careful about his actions, cast a net to pay attention to the underground forces in Europe and America, and became more and more sure that he had conjecture.

He thought there was something else hidden about what happened back then.

Now that the other party has his eyes on Her Royal Highness, he must act more carefully.

But the burden on Francis has also increased little by little. In addition to going to Cambridge to teach, after her body recovered, she started charitable activities in the UK, and even served as the honorary dean of the Children's Hospital. position.

However, Francis will never accept any media interviews, including the media that is friendly with the royal family.

Like her great-grandmother, the late Queen Elizabeth, she never gave any media interviews.

But this does not prevent her from being loved by the people of England.

According to opinion polls, the public loves Francis only after her grandparents, and her little nephew George is behind her.

Recently, Francis received a lot of good news. When Christmas was approaching, Uncle Charles Spencer called her to tell her that she was going to be a cousin again, and his wife was pregnant, and she was still a girl.

Francis was cooking turkey at that time, and as Christmas was approaching, she gave the servants a holiday and asked them to spend Christmas with their families.

She walked to the kitchen where she had not been for a long time, and started to work as a cook.

Francis watched McCoff's recent hard work and made him a few desserts. Of course, she controlled the amount of desserts, and she didn't want to see McCoff's toothache expression.

Francis made avocado with milk and squeezed an apple into juice. She went back and forth between the kitchen and the dining table.

When McCoff came back and saw Francis wearing an apron, he hooked his lips, walked over and hugged her waist from behind, turned his head and asked, "What are you preparing?"

"Christmas food." Francis was lowering his head and arranging the plates. "Is it true that Christmas will not be spent with Richard and Helena?"

"They have their own pastimes." Mycroft kissed Frances' blond hair. "Go to Windsor this Christmas."

"It's a huge family celebrating at Windsor. You hate crowded places." Francis said and paused, "Did Will and Harry tell you something? Don't force it, Mycroft."

"No, no, it's actually an invitation from the queen," Mycroft said.

Francis nodded, since this is the case, the turkey dish can be cooked later: "The servants are all on vacation, Attalus is shoveling snow in the yard, how about a glass of juice."

"Oh, it couldn't be better."

"Go get Attalus here. We can have dinner." Francis kissed Mycroft on the face and patted his chest.

Mycroft nodded, and before he left, he said: "Don't give all the servants a holiday in the future, at least keep one cook."

"Okay, I get it. I'm not a porcelain doll." Francis knew that McCoff was worried that she was tired, but now her several tests showed that she was not too healthy.

The men in the family were still too nervous.

Francis was quite helpless about this.

However, if you want to go to Windsor for Christmas, then only Attalus will stay here to guard this Casablanca.

"I have several books in my study, Attalus. You can go and have a look. There are first editions of Agatha Christine's mystery novels that you like." Francis likes Agatha's novels as much as her grandmother, Especially the books "ABC Murder" and "There Were None"

"Yes, Your Highness." Attalos nodded slightly.

"Let's not be formal here, eh, dear?" Francis turned to his fiancé for approval.

Mycroft was obsessed with his dessert, nodding extremely perfunctorily.

Francis narrowed her eyes in dissatisfaction, with an elegant smile on her face, she kicked Mycroft's calf,

The British government finally said with a kind smirk, "As Eric said, please don't be restrained, Attalus."

Francis pursed her lips and smiled, and pushed the biscuit towards McCoff, but she only put three pieces anyway, she seemed very generous.

There were several snowfalls before Christmas, but the gardens of Windsor Castle were still the same as before.

Five-month-old George was playing with a toy blue giraffe with a blooming dandelion on its nose when Mycroft and Frances arrived.

"That was my childhood toy. It's older than me." Francis said to McCoff, "George has become a little fat man."

Kate was holding George, and William saw Francis smile: "Hey, Siss. George, look, your little aunt is here."

"Hey, George." Francis hugged the chubby little guy every time he saw George, "Oh, you've gained weight George again. What's the food you ate recently? Of course, it doesn't matter if you're heavy, as long as you grow up Just don’t lose your hair like Papa. To be honest, your grandpa’s hair is thicker than his.”

The bald Prince William felt an arrow in his heart.

"Hahaha……"

Of course it was not George who laughed so unaffectedly, but his mischievous and slightly stupid Uncle Harry.

William looked at the bear brother, resisted the desire to beat him up, and was about to beat his brother up.

George nestled obediently in his aunt's arms and looked at his stupid father and uncle. He reached out and grabbed Francis' hair and put it in his mouth.

Francis had no experience with such a small child, and she was deeply afraid that the forceful pull would hurt little George, so she looked at McCoff for help.

Reluctantly, Mycroft took a small puppet from the side and put it in front of little George. He gently shook the rattle on the puppet's neck, and it rang with a crisp sound.

Little George was immediately attracted by the little puppet, he let go of Francis's blond hair, and stretched out his hand towards the little puppet, Francis quickly took the little puppet to tease little George, turned his head and joked at McCoff: "You have a lot of experience , my dear, Sherlock did this to you a lot when you were a child."

"At least I don't have such long hair." Mycroft glanced at Prince George and said indifferently, admitting that his younger brother was so stupid when he was a child.

"Should I cut it shorter?" Francis asked his fiancé.

Mycroft's mind suddenly recalled the story of Rapunzel that Helena told him when he was a child, and he shook his head: "Long hair is good. Sherlock will be able to spend Christmas with us next year."

Francis was puzzled for a while, then suddenly remembered the agreement between her and Mycroft, they would hold a wedding when Sherlock came back.

"Contacted?" Francis asked in surprise.

"There are still a few finishing touches. With Alexander's help, things are going well." McCoff had previously contacted Sherlock for Francis' safety, asking him to track down who was trying to kill Francis and kill the danger.

It was comforting that his little brother was as busy as a hardworking bee.

"About how long it will take." Francis hadn't seen Sherlock for a long time, so he didn't know how this brat was doing.

"Eight months." Mycroft roughly estimated the time, and Sherlock would be able to return to England in about eight months.

Francis raised his eyebrows: "When is the wedding scheduled?"

"September," said Mycroft.

Francis and Mycroft were discussing the wedding in low voices, and the only audience was George Jr., who was wrestling with the puppet.

Under Kate's watchful eye, after William and Henry had a daily confrontation, when the two stupid brothers came back to their senses and looked at their sister, they found Francis, Mycroft and the ignorant little George—seemingly sweet and sweet. a family of three.

William: I took [-] points of damage.

The author has something to say: Sherlock's return means that he will soon enter the plot of the third part.