I bring bad luck to my husband, you bring bad luck to your wife.

three days later.

Fang Shuqi has not made a move yet.

Shuhuan arrived first.

"Why are you here?" When Shuhuan arrived, Xuebao was helping Xiangxi write wedding invitations for Xiaofeng, and her wrists were aching from writing.

"I told my mother-in-law that I wanted to come out and invite a statue of Guanyin, the Goddess of Mercy, who grants children, and they let me come out."

After being married for so long, Shuhuan's belly showed no signs of pregnancy. He wasn't in a hurry, nor was Cao Kangnian, but the other elders in the Cao family were.

So when Shuhuan said he wanted to invite the Goddess of Mercy who grants children, Madam Cao readily agreed and even sent over a sum of money for Shuhuan to donate.

"you……"

"I……"

Inside the room, the two spoke at the same time.

They were both amused by the other person.

"Let me start by saying that the day I went back to the Fang family home to celebrate my aunt's birthday, my brother said he wanted to marry you. I was terrified at the time, I didn't know what he was up to." Shuhuan didn't hold back when she complained about her brother.

"But when I went back, Cao Kangnian advised me that this was a matter between the two of you and that I shouldn't get involved. Chengxue, I didn't come here today to get involved. I just wanted to ask you what you think." Shuhuan hadn't been eating or sleeping well these past few days and was itching all over. She had to come and ask Yang Chengxue what she thought.

"Not only are you terrified, but I'm terrified too," Xuebao sighed. He still couldn't understand what Fang Shuqi saw in him.

"I've thought about this a lot these past few days. I really can't marry your brother with my eyes closed." Xuebao doesn't lie to Shuhuan.

"You mean, if you learn more about it, you might actually be willing?" Shuhuan practically had the reason for your impulsiveness written all over her face.

He couldn't accept the fact that his best friend might become his sister-in-law.

"I don't know what kind of person I want to marry. Actually, I'm doing pretty well now and I'm happy every day. But if I stay at home like this for a few years, I'm afraid all sorts of hurtful things will start to come out from outside." Xuebao can't help but consider the other people in her family.

"You're just too honest. You only care about your own comfort and don't care about what others think."

"We can't just ignore it. If we really stay at home for the rest of our lives, Dad and my brother will probably have to endure a lot of criticism outside."

"You tend to overthink things. If you ask me, my brother is a..." Before Shu Huan could finish speaking, Xiang Ge came over and knocked on the door, saying that the second master of the Fang family had sent someone to deliver something.

"Another gift?" Xuebao is now afraid of receiving gifts from Fang Shuqi.

"My brother's man? Let him in." Shu Huan let him in, and sure enough, it was someone who served her brother.

The servant was a little nervous because he didn't expect Shuhuan to be there.

After the servant finished paying his respects, a layer of sweat had already seeped from his forehead.

"What did my brother ask you to come here for?" Shuhuan was very curious about what his brother could give Chengxue.

"Second Master had some business in the army and went outside the city for a few days. He was afraid that Young Master Yang would worry, so he asked me to come back first to let him know that I was safe. He said that he would definitely come back before Young Master Feng's wedding. He also sent two baskets of fruit with him." The servant finished relaying the message, albeit haltingly. Actually, he had another letter in his arms, but since Shu Huan was here, he didn't know if he could take it out.

"Ha, he's been guarding the border for years and hasn't sent home even a couple of pounds of dried fruit. Now that he's been out of town for a few days, he's been working so hard." Shuhuan felt that her brother was a complete stranger.

Xuebao felt her palms go numb after hearing the servant's words. Fang Shuqi's words made it sound like the two had a very good relationship, which was too easy for people to misunderstand.

"I...I...I'm fine, I'm not worried about him." Xuebao's mind and mouth were already busy doing their own thing. As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. What kind of talk was that?

"What did you say?" Shuhuan didn't understand.

"I didn't say anything? Is there anything else?" Xuebao wanted to say, "Nothing, you should just leave now, don't stand here."

"Master also asked me to bring a letter. If you have time, please reply with a few words, and I will take it back to Master later." The servant secretly glanced at Shuhuan's expression.

Shuhuan's expression was amused.

The servant looked at Xuebao again, and Xuebao's brows furrowed.

The servant wiped his hands on his clothes a few times, carefully took the letter out of his pocket, and placed it on the table in front of Xuebao.

Xuebao stared at the letter, blushed, and dared not move.

Shuhuan also stared at his brother's handwriting on the envelope.

My face was even redder than Olaf's.

This name is so embarrassing.

The reason is that the inscription on it was not addressed to Yang Jialang himself.

Instead, it was written bluntly, "For Xuebao."

"My brother calls you Xuebao?" Shuhuan had never called him that before.

I feel like I can't bring myself to say those two words unless they're a very close relative.

"No, really no, I don't know how he knew my nickname. I never told him. He never called me that before, really, I'm not lying to you," Xuebao hurriedly explained.

"It's over, Chengxue, I have a feeling you're going to be completely under my brother's thumb. May Buddha protect you, I'll light some incense for you later." After saying that, Shuhuan got up to leave.

"Don't go! I haven't read the letter yet. Can you take a look for me?"

"I don't want to see, I'm afraid of getting a sty. Take care." Shu Huan had a premonition that his brother must have plenty of ways to deal with Cheng Xue, and it was only a matter of time before Cheng Xue fell for him.

[Oh no, Shuhuan must have misunderstood.] Xuebao lamented inwardly.

Shuhuan left, but the servant didn't. He stood in the courtyard, waiting for Xuebao's reply, looking rather pitiful.

After preparing himself mentally, Xuebao shakily opened the letter.

He held the letter a long way off, tilted his head, and peered at its contents with his right eye, afraid that Fang Shuqi might write something lewd.

Fortunately, the contents of the letter were relatively normal.

They are all everyday trivial matters.

For example, Fang Shuqi told him that there were already mosquitoes in his tent, black with white spots, and their bites hurt.

Make sure to close the windows before sunset to prevent mosquitoes from flying in.

He also told Xuebao that there was a large orchard behind the camp, with particularly sweet fruit. He had someone pick a lot of fruit and sent the biggest ones home to Xuebao.

The letter also made it clear that all the fruit had been paid for, so Xuebao could eat it without worry.

[After Xiaofeng gets married, when you have time, I'll take you to listen to storytelling. A new storyteller has recently arrived in Zhongzhou; he's the best at telling strange and wonderful tales.]

Don't go by yourself. The library is a mixed bag; it's not safe for you to go alone.

When are you going to get that calligraphy brush back? The brush box is gathering dust.

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Fang Shuqi wrote several pages about such a small matter.

Olaf's attitude towards the letter changed from keeping his distance to gradually sitting up straight and placing the letter in front of him.

At the end of the letter, Fang Shuqi mentioned that he had made arrangements with the post station outside the city. If the Liang family's wedding procession stopped at the post station, they would take good care of them and Xuebao would not have to worry.

That concludes the letter.

Xuebao read it from beginning to end, but didn't understand why Fang Shuqi wrote all this.

I don't even understand what I should reply to.

[I can't exactly reply with what I do every day, can I?] Olaf was a little troubled about what to write in his reply.

Looking at the servant outside who looked like he was being punished, Xuebao gritted her teeth and picked up the pen.

Think it over again.

The first sentence, Olaf wrote...

You have such a thick skin.