what do you think sherlock

Chapter 68 Mission
In the early morning of the next day, what awakened Di Renjie was not the crisp birdsong outside the window, but the sound of the violin in the hall, as if a loved one had passed away.

"Sherlock, you got up early today."

After a brief wash, Di Renjie came to the hall and made himself a cup of black tea. Then he touched his abdomen and found that the fat belly in his memory did not show signs of recurrence, so he smiled and gave himself another cup of black tea. Add some fresh milk and two spoonfuls of sugar.

"Hmm~~" Di Renjie took a sip and sighed with satisfaction.

"It seems that you had a good night's sleep." Francis held up the pocket watch with mental strength, and floated in front of Di Renjie. In the portrait, he was also holding a cup of drink in his hand, which looked like coffee.

When Di Renjie heard this sentence, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Looks like Sherlock didn't sleep well last night?"

"No, on the contrary, he slept well." Francis sipped his coffee and said with a smile.

"Then he is here now?" Di Renjie was a little surprised.

"It's hard to explain. How should I put it? After waking up in the morning, he finally confirmed that he wasn't dreaming last night." Francis shrugged.

"It seems that I have given him a hard blow? Although I believe he can come out soon, I have a quicker way to cheer him up." Di Renjie finished his milk tea in one gulp and snapped his fingers.

"What method, does it work?" Francis leaned over curiously, with an expression that seemed to say, first you start talking to me in a low voice, and I will never pass it on.

Di Renjie didn't answer, but looked past Francis and looked at Sherlock who was still obsessed with making music garbage:
"Sherlock, come and help me,

"Regarding the Crown case, I have found new clues."

The production line of music garbage came to a sudden stop.

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It was raining in the southeast of England today. When Angelina arrived at the Hurndon Manor, the roads were muddy, the air was soaked in moisture, and it was so humid that even the soil was hard to breathe.

She got off the carriage, held a red long-handled umbrella, put on a black lady's coat, and walked into the manor.

"You're here," Jonathan looked at his sister with some relief and surprise:
"I thought you would forget to bring your umbrella just like you did when you were a child."

Holding the umbrella in his hand, he smiled and gestured to Angelina.

"I'm going to be 30 years old, Jonathan." Angelina nodded to Jonathan, and the two walked side by side to the inside of the manor.

"Time always flies faster than we think." Jonathan was half a step behind, looking at his sister.

"You've been in India for too long," Angelina said calmly, without any thoughts on her face, only her occasionally dodging eyes would inadvertently reveal her uneasy mood heart:

"Do you know how I got out of here last time, Jonathan?"

As she said that, she laughed a bit self-deprecatingly: "I turned down from the window, and while he was still entertaining guests, I took a horse from the stable, and rode the horse along the path that I sneaked out to play when I was a child. With a sigh of relief, I almost thought I was going to run all the way to London like this."

Angelina's words made Jonathan silent, and after a while, he slowly said, "He shouldn't have treated you like this, Angelina."

"Shouldn't, in fact, it's not that important most of the time," Angelina shook her head and said:
"And you don't have to blame yourself for him. After all, he didn't treat you very well. In order to protect the interests of the empire in India, he sent his only son to Delhi. He stayed there for 8 years. I don't think so. Uncle Lawton was injured this time, I'm afraid he won't think of calling you back until..."

Although the content of the conversation was full of resentment towards her father, Angelina still instinctively avoided that unlucky word.

"I don't really blame him, Angelina. He may not be a good father, but he did give us many benefits and opportunities that ordinary families can't have at all." Jonathan said in a complicated tone.

When Angelina heard this, she smiled and said nothing more. At this time, they had already arrived in the living room on the first floor. Of course, they were not guests, so naturally they would not be received here.

"He's in the study," Jonathan led the way and went straight upstairs.

Dong dong, after knocking on the door twice, Jonathan opened it directly and watched Angelina enter.

In the study room, Disraeli was holding a letter, holding up a magnifying glass, his eyes were almost glued to the lens, and he was reading word by word.

He didn't seem to notice his daughter's arrival, and he was doing his own thing.

Dong dong, Angelina knocked on his table with her hand, Disraeli raised his head and looked at his daughter:

"You're back, Angelina. I thought you were going to visit me after I die."

Just over half a month later, Disraeli's health deteriorated a lot. At this time, his skin was pale and bloodless, his hair drooped lifelessly, his eyes were cloudy, and he was almost blind.

But as soon as he spoke, the disgusting feeling that made Angelina reappear, which made Angelina, who was a little guilty, became firm again:
"Yes, that's what I planned at first, but then I thought it might affect my reputation, so I came to see you in advance."

"Hey, your temperament is still the same, it hasn't changed in decades, and you won't admit defeat at all." Disraeli smiled and put down the letter in his hand.

"You too, Father."

The phrase "father" evoked Disraeli's memories, and seemed to immediately bring him back to more than 20 years ago. At that time, he was old and had a daughter, and regarded his daughter as a treasure. the intimacy of...

Until he became the prime minister of the empire, he worked all day and all night, running back and forth between various affairs and various departments, consuming all his time and energy.

As a result, his relationship with his family became more and more distant, and he even missed the last time with his wife...

The better he did as Prime Minister, the more he failed as Father.

[I'm sorry,] Disraeli rubbed the corners of his slightly sour eyes, and silently apologized in his heart, but he couldn't say these words to his daughter himself, and the words changed into:

"Angelina, I am a prime minister after all, and I am also a first-time father..."

When Angelina heard this, she shook her head and said:
"But I can only have one father."

After finishing speaking, she didn't want to stay here anymore, turned around and left the study.

Only Disraeli was left watching her back silently. At this moment, his hunchbacked figure looked even older.

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Outside the gate of No. 10 Downing Street, Gladstone stood majesticly with his chest upright, facing the dense crowd of media reporters, he looked like a confident lion.

"Honorable Prime Minister," a reporter was allowed to ask: "What do you think of St. Petersburg's announcement yesterday that it will restart the Alliance of Three Emperors? Do you think this will affect the interests of the British Empire?"

"Her Majesty's government has sufficient strength to safeguard the interests of the empire, the next question."

"Honorable Prime Minister, do you think it is possible for the Russo-Turkish war to break out again?"

"We are trying our best to mediate. The current cabinet is committed to maintaining the international balance of power. We believe that our efforts will bring good results."

"Dear Prime Minister, from the case of collusion with Russia to the crown case, to today's incident of the alliance of three emperors in Russia, some people think that there are major mistakes in your foreign policy. Do you and the cabinet intend to make adjustments?"

Hearing this question, Gladstone had a smile on his face:
"Regarding diplomatic issues, the current cabinet has conducted many internal discussions. In order to deal with the increasingly tense international situation and respond to several previous cases, at the kind invitation of Paris, the current cabinet has decided that I will replace the foreign minister. , personally lead the mission to France for a 10-day state visit."

　I thought I could resume the two updates today, but I didn't expect to underestimate the anesthetic. My mind is dizzy and I have no code words.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)