Quick Transmigration: Start killing from The Legend of Zhen Huan!

If a woman is still unmarried by the age of 25, she can only marry a divorced man as a second wife, or marry a person with a disability.

Especially women like Jia Yuanchun who served as ladies-in-waiting in the palace.

She definitely wouldn't just marry anyone.

It's really too difficult to find a family with good conditions.

Unless she becomes someone else's second wife.

Furthermore, when a man with good conditions wants to take a second wife, there are many women who have missed their chance to marry competing for her.

Just like Lin Ruhai back then.

If he hadn't chosen Xu Ruxin first, there might have been many women vying for her.

Now that Jia Yuanchun has just returned home, where can we find such a suitable person for her?

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy would never be interested in a twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old woman.

As for men who are twenty-five or twenty-six years old and still unmarried, they are either poor, lazy, or disabled.

Even the eldest daughter of the Jia family would never marry such a person.

It's safe to say that finding a spouse is a huge problem for her.

……

Let's chat for a while.

The three of them went to find Jia Yingchun and the others.

When they arrived at the pavilion where they were, they saw that none of them looked well.

Their arrival seemed to break the silence and awkwardness.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Wang Xifeng, with a bright smile on her face, joked, "Are our pampered young ladies preparing to give gifts to the eldest young lady?"

Let me see what wonderful things the ladies have prepared.

"Second sister-in-law, let's compose poems together."

Jia Yingchun smiled sheepishly, "Everyone watched for a while, but no one knows who the champion is."

"It's not simple yet."

Wang Xifeng laughed and said, "Let us see, and we'll be able to tell who writes better."

"Let's forget about others."

Xue Baochai covered her mouth and laughed, teasing, "Cousin, can you be a referee too?"

We wrote a poem; I wonder if you, my cousin, can understand its meaning.

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone's eyes were inevitably drawn to Wang Xifeng.

What a slap in the face!

He was publicly humiliated.

Everyone in the Jia family knew that the Wang family's daughters only knew a few characters and hadn't studied music, chess, calligraphy, or painting much.

Generally speaking, family members would not easily joke about such things.

It's said that you shouldn't hit someone in the face, and you shouldn't insult someone by revealing their weaknesses.

Unexpectedly, Xue Baochai showed no respect to Wang Xifeng whatsoever.

"So what if I can't be a referee?"

Wang Xifeng rolled her eyes without any politeness, "Don't I have my sister-in-law and cousin Yu'er here?"

"What, can't these two talented women be your judges?"

"It's just a game."

Li Siqi said softly, "Besides, when it comes to things like poetry, everyone has different preferences."

Good or bad, it doesn't matter.

Most importantly, it's a matter of personal preference.

As she spoke, she picked up the poems they had written.

After reading it once, he handed it to Li Wan, who was standing next to him.

Li Wan took it and read it once.

A smile appeared on her face. "My sisters have such good writing skills, and their styles are all similar."

Like the poem "Ode to the Plum Blossom," "White snowflakes, dotted with red, embracing the cold with mutual affection, arrive as if in a dream."

I think it's great.

After saying that, he didn't care about the expressions of others.

He smiled at Li Siqi and asked, "Cousin Yu'er, which poem do you like?"

"Let's talk about the poem 'Ode to Bamboo'."

Li Siqi picked up the conversation, saying, "'Green shoots rise against the wind, reaching ever higher, a rustling sound can be heard, keeping the heart at peace.'"

It looks simple, but that's what I like.

"It's really good."

Li Wan nodded, "The poems written by my sisters don't use fancy words; they just look like ordinary verses."

Yet it gives people a clean and tidy feeling.

I think it's great.

"My cousin's wife is absolutely right."

Li Siqi nodded to them, "There are countless ancient poems, and it's impossible for us to like all the poems that have been passed down."

We write poetry simply out of interest and for fun, to express our thoughts and feelings.

Good or bad doesn't matter.

“Cousin Yu’er, you are mistaken.”

Jia Yuanchun's voice came over.

Then everyone realized that she had appeared at some point.

As everyone watched, Jia Yuanchun stepped in.

With a faint smile on her face, she nodded to everyone and said, "Cousin Yu'er, a good poem is a good poem. Some poems are just scribbles."

To call it poetry would probably make one a laughingstock.

Sister-in-law, aren't you right?

"Everyone has different ideas and different opinions."

Li Wan's tone remained unchanged: "Everyone has different preferences for poetry."

I don't think it's necessary to force it.

Whether it's a perfect poem or a doodle.

As long as someone likes it, or I like it myself, that's fine.

"Sister-in-law is right."

Jia Yuanchun smiled and looked at Li Siqi, "I wonder if Cousin Yu'er shares the same opinion?"

"Yes."

Li Siqi raised an eyebrow. "In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second."

Whether they were the Sage of Poetry or the Immortal of Poetry, I believe they wouldn't dare claim to be the best in the world.

"Big cousin, what do you think?"

"Indeed."

Jia Yuanchun's eyes flickered a few times.

Looking at Xue Baochai, he asked, "Cousin Xue, I wonder which poem you wrote?"

Pick one out so I can see it.

"Okay, big cousin."

Xue Baochai blushed slightly, took out the poem she had written, and handed it to her, saying, "Elder cousin, please take a look."

"it is good."

Jia Yuanchun took it and glanced at it.

Then you'll know what it says.

"Ode to the Peony, it's really well written, the words are so beautiful."

As she spoke, she looked at Li Siqi and asked, "What, doesn't Cousin Yu'er like it?"

"I do like it, but Yu'er prefers 'Ode to Bamboo' even more."

Li Siqi smiled and said, "So Yu'er thinks that Sister Xichun wrote it better."

"Yes, Xiangyun's 'Ode to Plum Blossoms' is also good."

Li Wan nodded in agreement, "It's up to each person to decide."

It's normal for Yuan Chun's younger sister to like "Ode to the Peony".

My cousin Baochai also wrote very well.

"It seems that everyone has different preferences."

Jia Yuanchun smiled, looked at Li Siqi, and asked, "I wonder if my cousin Yu'er would like to compose a poem?"

"Feel sorry."

Li Siqi gently shook her head, "Yu'er isn't in the mood or inspired to write poetry today."

Please forgive me, Cousin Yuan Chun.

"It doesn't matter."

Jia Yuanchun didn't care, "If Cousin Yu'er isn't interested, we can't force her."

I wonder what my cousin Yu'er is interested in?

Why don't we all play together?

"Let's draw."

Li Siqi glanced at her indifferently, "If you're interested, you can paint a picture you like."

I wonder what Cousin Yuan Chun thinks?

Is my cousin Yuan Chun interesting?

"can."

Jia Yuanchun nodded, "I'll give it a try too."

Anyone who likes it can start drawing.

"Row."

Li Siqi ignored her.

Find an empty seat and sit down.

Liu Xu immediately placed paper, pen, and ink in front of her.

Li Siqi immediately took action.

The others exchanged glances, but no one made a move.

Only Jia Yuanchun sat down.

Her maidservant also brought her paper, pen, and ink.

So only two people actually took action.

Everyone remained quiet, and no one took the initiative to say anything.

Some people stood behind Jia Yuanchun, and some people stood behind Li Siqi.

Everyone was watching them paint.