System Blessing: The Young Master of the Dong Family and Diao Chan's Fate

"Luoyang is in need of restoration. Although Wen Ruo has been governing it for the past two years, it is no longer as prosperous as it once was."

"You two should assist Wen Ruo well."

Dong Yu suddenly felt funny, but his expression remained calm.

Xu You is dead?

The way of dying has hardly changed.

He just lived a few more years, and someone else killed him.

"Thank you very much, General. We two will repay your kindness with our lives."

Xin Ping and Xin Pi hurriedly bowed.

Hearing this, Dong Yu nodded slightly, without much excitement.

Over the years, he has long been clear about one thing.

As long as your power is strong enough.

Those who once ignored you will sooner or later beg to come to you for help.

This is also why he is not particularly eager to seek out talents.

If you meet someone, recruit him.

Those who you cannot meet or who reject you will come to lick you sooner or later.

Being a bootlicker is so boring, being licked is the most comfortable thing.

"Liu Ziyang."

"I've heard of your reputation."

"But I remember that you served under Yuan Shu, right?"

"When did you come to Luoyang? What is Yuan Shu's current situation?"

Dong Yu's gaze searched the crowd and finally stopped on a middle-aged scholar.

"Replying to the General, I am a former subordinate of Yuan Shu."

"However, Yuan Shu is stubborn and insists on usurping the throne, so I resign and leave."

"When I left, Yuan Shu had already fallen out with his officials."

"Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Liu Biao, Sun Ce and others all raised their armies to attack Yuan Shu."

"I think it has become a dry bone in the grave."

Liu Ye sighed and told the truth about the situation in Jianghuai.

After all, he once had certain illusions about Yuan Shu.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have left at this time.

"I've long heard that Liu Ziyang is as good at predicting things as a god, and his vision is as sharp as a torch."

"Seeing it today, the reputation is well-deserved."

"Speaking of which, this general has opened his government for many years, but there are still many vacancies for officials in the government."

"Zi Yang, are you willing to serve as a Zhonglang in my palace?"

Dong Yu looked at Liu Ye and asked with a smile.

Among these people, Dong Yu valued Liu Ye the most.

This person's abilities are not bad, but due to his status as a member of the Liu clan, it is difficult for him to be reused by others.

After all, how could these traitors really dare to employ a member of the Liu family?

Even if this Liu family member sincerely works for them, they are still afraid that they will have too much power.

"I, your servant, am willing to serve the great general."

Liu Ye looked calm and responded with a bow.

He was not highly regarded by Yuan Shu, and the reason was naturally related to his identity.

However, the position Dong Yu gave him was different. Although he was an official under the general, he was a Zhonglang official responsible for making suggestions.

He could feel that Dong Yu had given him this important task because he intended to make use of him.

The others who had jumped ship from other princes felt a little relieved when they saw that their new boss had put aside their past grudges and that Xin Pi, Xin Ping and even Liu Ye were all given important positions.

At this point, Dong Yu’s goal has been achieved, and he has temporarily won over the hearts of these people.

Playing power games may seem difficult sometimes, but it is actually very simple to do.

Shouchuncheng

This once glorious capital of Dachen now presents a miserable and desolate scene.

The towering and sturdy city walls are no longer intact, with broken walls and huge cracks visible everywhere; the originally majestic city towers have also become dilapidated.

The heavy city gate was covered with knife and sword marks, and several arrows were stuck in it.

There were piles of corpses and scattered weapons at the city gate, blood dyed the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

The unburned kerosene burned the soldiers' bodies, making crackling sounds and the mouth-watering aroma of meat.

At the same time, deafening shouts of killing resounded throughout the city, and both inside and outside the city walls were filled with shouts of killing from both sides.

The shouts and fighting that came one after another intertwined together to form a melody of death.