After crossing over: kidnapping a female hunter to be the stepfather of the three cubs

"Qing Zhao, look, the scenery is so beautiful!"

I turned around happily, only to find it was already afternoon. Atop a peak even more distant and lofty than this mountain itself, the setting sun, like an old painter, slowly sketched a captivating painting, using the sky as its canvas and the afterglow as its ink. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything was immersed in this tranquil and majestic scene.

Layer upon layer of mountains, tinged by the setting sun with a faint golden glow, gradually transitioning to orange, deep purple, and finally merging with the deep blue sky, forming a distinct and colorful natural landscape. The silhouettes of the peaks soften and warm under the setting sun, like sculptures in the hands of a master artist, each line imbued with endless stories and the traces of time.

The setting sun's rays penetrated the thin clouds, scattering across every inch of the mountain, casting a dreamy glow over the trees, rocks, and streams. The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, as if dancing with the setting sun, each one gleaming with dazzling light, like countless elves dancing joyfully.

At the foot of the mountain, a winding path looms in the afterglow of the setting sun, guiding the traveler's thoughts far into the distance. In the distance, smoke from cooking fires rises, blending with the mountain mist to create a warm and tranquil pastoral scene. Occasionally, a bird's song drifts through the woods, its clear and melodious notes adding a touch of vitality and energy to the quiet evening.

At this moment, the whole world seems to be immersed in the embrace of the sunset, enjoying this rare tranquility and harmony. The sunset on the mountaintop is not only a beautiful landscape painting, but also a kind of spiritual comfort, allowing people to forget the troubles of the world, indulge in the wonders of nature, and feel the beauty and tranquility of life.

Enjoy the scenery.

Qing Zhao was looking at her.

"Is it beautiful? This is the first time I've seen it from such a high place! It's so beautiful!"

"nice."

Qing Zhao's perspective: The woman in a light, flowing dress swayed gently in the breeze, its hem seemingly catching the last rays of the setting sun, shimmering with a delicate, warm glow. Her long, silky hair was gently blown by the breeze, a few strands carelessly brushing against her fair face, adding a touch of softness and uninhibited grace to her.

Her face was serene and focused, her eyes gazing at the distant sky, which gradually sank into darkness. Her eyes held both a lingering longing for the sunset and an anticipation for the approaching night. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a subtle shadow on her face, outlining her soft yet deep features, as if coating her with a layer of mysterious and warm light.

Her posture was elegant and calm, her hands gently folded across her chest, as if she were engaging in a silent conversation with the setting sun, or perhaps silently praying. At that moment, she seemed to become the most moving scenery under the setting sun, blending into the surrounding world, exuding an indescribable harmony and beauty.

At this moment, joy seemed to have become the incarnation of the sunset, telling stories about time, beauty, and life in her silent language, allowing Xu Qingzhao to feel a touch and warmth from the depths of his soul.

"My favorite thing to watch was the sunset. They say the sunset is beautiful, but it's just as dusk falls. But I don't think so."

"Oh? Tell me?"

Huanxi focused on the sky that was approaching darkness and expressed his thoughts:

"In my opinion, the beauty of sunset lies precisely in its interweaving with dusk. Dusk is never an end, but a beginning in another form."

"Yes, after dusk comes a new morning." From beginning to end, her eyes never left the happy face.

Huanxi turned sideways and saw her affectionate eyes.

"Are you still looking at the sunset?"

"You are as beautiful as the sunset."

"Look at you, you're such a chatterbox. It's time to go home. You've been out for a whole day and night, and your family must be worried sick..."

However, it does not.

The house was as quiet as usual, and even the children didn't go to ask where their mother had gone.

It’s not that I don’t care, but I left home because I knew that my mother had something important to do.

Asking too much at this time would only cause trouble for my mother.

"Sister Rou'er, do you know how to write this word?" Xiao Pan took a brush and wrote a word on the paper and pointed it to Ke Yingrou.

"Sister Pan, you taught me this yesterday. This word is pronounced yi."

"Master once taught me a poem about this character. Do you remember it?"

Ke Yingrou tilted her head, poked her chin with the tip of a pen, and said after a moment:

"The morning rain in Weicheng has moistened the dust, and the green willows in the guesthouse are new and fresh."

Xiao Pan smiled and nodded, praising:

"A spring rain in Weicheng this morning dampened the dust, and the branches and leaves of the willow trees surrounding the guesthouse looked fresh and green. This is what Master taught us. Sister Rou'er is very smart and still remembers it."

Ke Yingrou smiled sheepishly: "Sister Pan, you are too kind. It is because of my teacher and sister's teaching that I was so good."

The other sisters were also discussing academic matters together. Since the class had just ended, they pulled the oldest sister, Xiao Pan, aside to ask some questions.

The school in the village has already started, but the boys' school opened earlier. There are less than ten people who have registered for the girls' school.

But there are far more girls in the village than these, so the villagers are trying to get as many girls as possible to go to school together.

"Miss, Master Yu sent a message asking you to bring the in-class test to her at Shuxiangju." Yuan Zhen came up and said.

Xiao Pan collected all the papers on the table and said to Yuan Zhen with a smile:

"Thank you, Aunt Yuanzhen, for delivering this message. I'll be right there."

"Okay~"

After the New Year, Xiao Pan was already eleven years old and approaching twelve years old, which was the age of golden hairpins according to ancient times.

Although there were no gold hairpins at home, Huanxi bought her a silver hairpin woven with a magnolia pattern and a small lily-of-the-valley bell hanging underneath.

The little girl tied her hair up, leaving two strands of hair draped over her shoulders.

Wearing a light blue short-sleeved tasseled dress, the little girl's eyebrows and eyes have not yet grown, but her eyebrows are thin and long, and her grape-sized eyes are blinking. When she smiles, she is surprisingly a bit as gentle as joy.

As the sun sets, Chu Yu, who was out for a walk at the entrance of Chunyuan in Shuxiangju, felt her heart skip a beat.

Bu Yan was a little confused when he saw that his master had gone crazy.

What's so good about a little girl? She's not even half as good as Master Yu Yan...

"No words? Go find out... who that girl is."

Bu Yan rolled his eyes secretly and replied respectfully:

"Master, I know who she is."

"Oh? Whose daughter is it?"

"She's Boss Zhao's eldest daughter, her name is Zhao Pan."

"This Boss Zhao you're talking about...isn't he Zhao Huanxi..."

"Yeah, otherwise there is another Boss Zhao?"

Chu Yu stretched her neck to take a closer look at the beautiful figure, but her neck was stretched as long as a giraffe's and she could no longer see it.

"Boss Zhao's eldest daughter... is interesting..."

Looking away, Chu Yu muttered to herself.