[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

The Magnussen incident leads Francis to wonder if there is a plot specifically against Holmes.

When Moriarty's video was played all over the city, Francis became more certain of his thoughts.

This series of things happened too quickly and ended too quickly, as if a pair of invisible hands were fueling the flames.

This kind of recognition made Francis faintly feel uneasy, but she did not write and chose to tell her husband, because his hairline has receded due to the torture of his brother Xiong recently.

While she and Harry were going to South Africa, White Hair came to England to investigate the matter.

Black hair went to South Africa with Francis, under the strong request of McCoff.

Francis was quite helpless about this, but McCoff and Black Hair insisted on this, so in the end it was up to them to arrange.

While going to South Africa, Mary gave birth to a daughter named Rosamund, everyone called her Rose.

Francis likes her very much, Watson and Mary even invited her and Jasmine Cooper to be Rose's godmother, and now Sherlock calls her fairy godmother.

She rolled her eyes at this.

When she boarded the plane to South Africa, Francis knew that the journey would be long, and she took a worried look at London, a city that had suffered so much. She could even feel the waves under the calm.

Mycroft always told her not to worry.

But since Francis married Mycroft, he felt more and more that this omnipotent man, like her, has a mortal body of flesh and blood.

Francis worried about London but also deeply worried about her husband.

But Frances has duties of her own, and she is visiting South Africa with her brother Harry.

Harry is very happy to be able to visit with his sister. After all, seeing his brother and sister-in-law traveling together for so long, he still has a little envy in his heart. Now he doesn't have to be envious, haha, he has Sissy with him.

Francis said that she really didn't want to talk to such a naive brother.

"Have a glass of orange juice, Siss." Harry poured a glass of juice for his absent-minded sister.

Francis responded and took the juice: "Go back and bring some gifts for George and Mia."

"Well, Mia's hair color shines like Zara's." Harry adored his little niece as he was a first-time cousin.

"She will be as beautiful as Zara." Francis is also Mia's godmother, and he feels very fond of his two goddaughters.

Francis and Harry soon arrived in hot South Africa, just a few months after Nelson Mandela, the founding father of South Africa, passed away.

He has always maintained friendly relations with Great Britain.

This time, Francis and Harry's visit to South Africa is also to pay homage to the founding father of South Africa.

Francis and Harry will spend two months in South Africa to meet the current South African leaders after Mandela's death to get to know each other and maintain the friendship between the Commonwealth.

But half a month later, Francis looked a little strange, and Harry felt his sister's abnormality and asked, "What's the matter, Siss? Are you uncomfortable?"

Since his sister fell ill, Harry paid more and more attention to Francis' situation. Except for going to the toilet and sleeping, he followed Francis almost every step of the way.

Francis didn't know what kind of expression she showed, she was a little embarrassed and a little happy: "I didn't have my menstrual period this month."

As a man who is big and thick, it took three turns in Harry's mind to understand this sentence. There was a surprised expression on his face, which was especially joyful when paired with the plateau red on his cheeks.

"Really, Siss?"

Francis nodded with a smile: "Can you get someone to buy a pregnancy test for me?"

"Of course, of course." Harry looked at Francis' stomach with bright eyes, and Francis pretended to hit him, signaling him to restrain himself a little.

"Buy a few more."

After the bodyguard bought the pregnancy test stick, Francis stayed in the bathroom for half an hour, and after several of them were double bars, she came out.

Harry was waiting outside like an idiot. When he saw his sister coming out of the bathroom calmly, he quickly asked, "How is it?"

"I think we can go to the hospital for a detailed examination." Francis hugged his brother happily, "I don't think I should tell Myc until the results come out."

Harry heard a name he didn't want to hear, and selectively ignored the past. He began to care about his future nephew or niece: "Can you tell the gender now? I really want a little princess. I can send pink colored cake dress."

"Harry, a brain is a good thing, I hope you have it too." Francis rolled his eyes, "It's only been a month at most, so you can't tell the gender."

Harry didn't care about Francis' ridicule at all, he said: "After going to the hospital, do you want to go back to England first?"

Francis shook his head: "There is still a month to go, and the visit is not very tiring, it's okay."

After all the tests were done in the hospital and the results were clear, Francis immediately called McCaw to tell him about it.

"You have to go back to England immediately, Eric. South Africa is not safe." Mycroft said immediately after a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Francis chuckled on the phone: "Come on, Myc, that place in the world is not safe except for your identity. I will be able to return to England in a month. Has anything happened in London recently? Moria Have you found out about Tie?"

"Well, Mary died half a month ago." Mycroft said with a slightly heavy voice, "To save Sherlock."

Francis' pupils shrank suddenly, and she thought of her goddaughter Rose. She was only a few months old and had no mother at such a young age. Francis could understand the feeling of losing her mother best.

"How come?" Francis pursed his lips, "What about Sherlock and Watson?"

"It fell out. Sherlock is very decadent." Mycroft's tone could not conceal the tiredness.

"Then I'll be right back, and I'll ask Clitus to book the earliest flight for me." In the end, Francis felt most distressed about his husband.

"No, I'll send a plane to pick you up." In McCoff's eyes, the pregnant wife is the most important thing.

"You're really exaggerating, Myc." Francis couldn't help laughing, she heard the knock on the door, pressed her hand on the phone, and said to the door, please come in, the MI6 agent came over with a serious face.

"Your Highness, the South African International Airport has been attacked by terrorists."

"What did you say?" Francis had a bad feeling in his heart, "But this is South Africa, not a war-torn country. Have you found out who it is?"

"not yet."

"Alik." Mycroft said anxiously on the phone, "Protect yourself, I'll send someone to pick you up and Prince Harry."

"Okay." Francis said, "If you have any news, please tell me immediately so that I can prepare."

Her calmness also comforted Mycroft's anxiety very well.

After the couple hung up the phone, Francis seemed calmer, but she felt that this matter was aimed at the UK.

Francis mobilized Alexander's personnel in Africa to track down the incident. Just after the order was issued, another terrorist attack swept South Africa.

This time it was the British embassy in South Africa that was attacked.

Neither Harry nor Francis could sit still this time, and they had to rush to the British embassy immediately.

Clitus followed Francis to the embassy every step of the way. There was already a mess everywhere. Many British people were injured. The British ambassador to South Africa had already died in the explosion.

Francis jumped to the security team that followed them and asked them to help carry the injured. Harry came over and pulled his sister: "You are pregnant with the child, you should go back to the hotel."

"Seeing such a situation, how could I leave?" Francis frowned, "Don't you understand? I suspect that this is a terrorist attack against the United Kingdom, or against the British royal family we represent. It's not that simple. They Blow up the embassy just to keep us here. If we leave, how will the world media attack the British royal family?"

Harry couldn't help frowning, but he still said, "It's enough to have me here, and I'm here to express my condolences on behalf of my grandmother."

Clitus was answering the phone at the side, but his attention was still on Francis, fearing that someone would rush out and hurt Her Royal Highness.

But the content of the phone call made his face change drastically.

After he hung up the phone, he walked quickly to Francis and said, "Can your Highness talk to you alone?"

Francis looked at his expression and nodded, and walked with Clitus to a corner of the ruins. She asked, "Do you know who did it?"

"The news from Attalos is that this matter is related to an American, the Taliban and a British force. The Taliban's target is His Highness Harry, but the Americans and British are targeting you. They have been planning for a long time "Cletus said, "The Americans cooperated with the British and sent the strongest mercenaries in Europe."

Francis couldn't help frowning: "American and British forces?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Their target is Your Highness." Cleitus was very vigilant about the danger this incident would pose to Francis' safety.

"Only a few people know about Harry and I's visit to South Africa." Francis Fu Zhixin connected the incident of aplastic anemia some time ago with this incident, "I don't think the Taliban's hands are so long, this incident is just Against me. Harry is just a front."

Hearing that Clitus felt that he should tell Francis everything, he pursed his lips with a stern look: "Your Highness, Attalus has already died."