There is a small tombstone on the small tombstone, although the tomb is made of fine marble, but compared to the surrounding "mansions", this small tomb built in a small corner still looks very shabby.

Xu Rui walked to the grave alone, took out a few plates of delicate side dishes from the food box made of rosewood, and placed them neatly in front of the grave, then lit three sticks of incense and inserted them aside, and finally sat down against the tomb with a pot of good wine.

This grave is no one else's, it is the final destination of the peerless beauty Wang Qingyi.

Who would have thought that a generation of brilliant people would only have such a small place to settle down after death? Compared with the scenery of her lifetime, it can already be called ironic.

The paper money on the grave has long since passed away with the wind, except for Xu Rui's small dishes, there is no other tribute fruit, obviously no one has come to pay tribute to her after the burial, and now the Wang family is a thing of the past, and no one may come again from now on.

Wang Qingyi, no matter how beautiful she is, after losing the last use value, she was ruthlessly abandoned by the world and became a handful of loess that no one wants to mention.

This is her fate, and while enjoying the false prosperity brought by infinite grace, she is also ruthlessly dominated and used, so she fights hard to break free from the shackles and fly freely.

But as far as the result is concerned, even Xu Rui doesn't know whether she has succeeded or not, perhaps in response to Xu Rui's words, the shackles are always given to herself, as long as she believes that she is free, then she is free.

In fact, Xu Rui understands that the Wang family, no matter how they use this poor woman, it is always a disgraceful thing to seduce Qin Cha with their own concubine, especially for the family that has lasted for thousands of years.

Therefore, while enjoying the many benefits brought by Wang Qingyi, they also quickly abandoned her, hoping that everyone could quickly forget this disgraceful past.

Thinking about it, why shouldn't Xu Rui himself?

It was precisely because Xu Rui let out the wind and said that Wang Qingyi died for him, and he was grateful to Dade, that the Wang family was convinced that Xu Rui had formed an alliance with him, and relied on the Apocalypse Guard behind him to make enemies without reservation, and finally became a tragic character who provoked the Xichuan infighting for Xu Rui.

In a sense, Xu Rui also took advantage of Wang Qingyi, not only did not become the one who untied the shackles for her, but even locked an iron chain for her with his own hands.

Maybe it was because of her innate softness, or maybe it was because after experiencing the war, her feelings became a little sensitive, and Xu Rui suddenly felt a lot of guilt for her in her heart.

In the end, Xu Rui chose to come to her grave to meet this "friend" on this cloudy day, probably at least half of the reason was guilt, and the rest was his feelings that he couldn't even explain.

"I've come to see you......"

Xu Rui gently spilled a glass of wine on the ground, watching the wine slowly seep into the cracks of the marble and slowly disappear.

He sighed and said: "Although it's just a meeting in Pingshui, but meeting is fate, but I don't know if you see all this in the sky, will you regret meeting me?" ”

Xu Rui poured himself a glass of wine, raised it towards Wang Qingyi's stone stele, and then drank it dry in one gulp.

"Actually, I'm also very conflicted, it's not easy for anyone to live, at least you have a future worth fighting for, but where is my future?"

As he spoke, Xu Rui's mood suddenly became very bad.

When he was a child, he just wanted to live, and later he was pushed to the position of commander by fate, so he wanted to fight for the survival of mankind.

Later, he was defeated and captured, and inexplicably came to this world, when he thought that he was free and could finally do what he wanted.

At that time, he really wanted to play the world and live the rest of his life in peace.

But fate pushed him in another direction again, he had concerns, and there were people who needed him to protect, so he could only gradually let go of the leisurely in his heart and began to pursue those things that did not belong to him and he did not disdain.

Xu Rui never regarded himself as a savior, let alone a complex vortex, but fate always pushed him to go where he didn't want to go, and then he never came back.

At the moment when he picked up the wine glass, Xu Rui finally understood why he looked at Wang Qingyi differently, because from another point of view, wasn't he just like Wang Qingyi?

Wang Qingyi looks miserable and weak, but she dares to rebel against her fate, while Xu Rui seems to be in control of everything, but she falls deeper and deeper on another road.

Xu Rui suddenly felt a little afraid, he was always afraid recently, at first he didn't know the source of the fear, but now he finally understood that it was an instinctive fear of the unknown future.

Promoting industrial development, changing the form of warfare, and stepping into a high position step by step, Xu Rui did something almost instinctive, but what kind of impact would all this he changed have on the world and himself?

Where is the future? Where is the end? Will he still be able to go home? If there was a chance to go home, what would he choose?

A series of seemingly hypocritical questions continue to linger in Xu Rui's mind, who knows that as an outsider in this world, these questions are really meaningful to Xu Rui.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to find someone who could understand him, and in this moment, he remembered his childhood friend and his only friend.

"Mo, where are you?"

Xu Rui put down the wine jug, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, and he walked farther and farther towards the road he came.

Wang Qingyi's grave still stands quietly, the breeze blowing through the white flags, swaying gently, as if a jade arm is silently waving goodbye.

From then on, they will be separated, never to be seen again, and will embark on their own paths.

Fate is over.

"Dashuai, the family that attacked the Wang family has all been ambushed."

Cao Siyuan walked up to Xu Rui and whispered the battle report he had just received.

Xu Rui dispersed the mess in his head and asked lightly, "How many people have you killed?" ”

Cao Siyuan said without a pause: "One thousand seven hundred and sixty-five people." ”

Xu Rui nodded: "What is the situation of the major families in Xichuan?" ”

Cao Siyuan said: "After this civil strife, half of the family in Xichuan was destroyed, and the rest were also attacked by us under various pretexts, and the power of the family was basically collapsed, and it was no longer able to set off any waves.

In addition, a new batch of officials sent by the Holy Lord will arrive soon, and General Deng He will receive the Holy Decree and will cooperate with Jinyiwei to help the new officials stabilize the situation, and soon Xichuan will become the Xichuan of the imperial court, and the days when the wealthy family controlled Xichuan are gone forever. ”

Xu Rui nodded: "So, our task is successfully completed?" ”

Cao Siyuan said with a smile: "Not only was it successfully completed, but it was also unexpectedly fast, I heard that the Holy Lord has issued an order to reward the handsome, and the Holy Decree will come soon." ”

Xu Rui nodded again, and suddenly sighed and said, "Siyuan, you said that completing the task is a good thing, why do I always feel a little uninterested?" ”

Cao Siyuan was stunned: "Could it be that the opponent is too weak, which makes the handsome feel boring?" ”

Xu Rui shook his head and smiled: "No, people have to fight when they live in the world, I suddenly feel that fighting for it can't get any results, right?" ”

Cao Siyuan's face changed, and he asked with concern: "What's wrong with Dashuai?" Didn't you say that this world is a world of the jungle, the so-called right and wrong are the judgment of the victor, and the only thing that can be regarded as the truth is survival and destruction? ”

Xu Rui was slightly stunned, and when he heard this, for some reason the faint resentment in his heart quickly dissipated, and he returned to his former freehand.

"Well said, it looks like I got into the horns myself!"

Xu Rui turned his head, took one last look at Wang Qingyi's tombstone, patted Cao Siyuan's shoulder and said, "How long have we been out?" ”

Cao Siyuan picked his fingers, shook his head and said, "It's been a long time." ”

"Are you homesick?"

Cao Siyuan nodded: "I miss my uncle and sister." ”

Xu Rui smiled: "Okay, let's go home today!" ”

"Really?!"

When Cao Siyuan heard this, he was overjoyed.

On the sixth day of October in the seventeenth year of Hongwei, Tianqiwei finally returned to the court.

Since Hongwei left Beijing on the third day of March of the seventeenth year, it has only been seven months, but in these short seven months, both Xu Rui and Tianqiwei have undergone earth-shaking changes.

At this moment, the entire northern country, and even the whole world, are waiting for the brand-new Xu Rui to go home and create a new world!

(End of Volume IV)

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