You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Facing the angry eyes of the crowd,

Chang Qing slowly said what he was thinking: "Since the court has increased agricultural taxes, it will inevitably lead to resentment among the people. Once the scope expands, it will be easy for a civil uprising to occur."

"The princess needs to store food in advance and provide relief to the suffering people in time. At this time, the people's favorability towards the princess will increase sharply."

"The princess can take advantage of this opportunity to spread some opinions that are favorable to her. After a long period of time and widespread dissemination, it will only take a moment for the people to support her."

He took a sip of tea and continued, "Next, we can secretly organize a peasant army, disguise it as a civil uprising, start an uprising in many places, and spread rumors such as:

"A foolish ruler ruins the country, treacherous ministers disrupt politics, depose the emperor, God chooses a wise ruler, Qingxi is the master" and other slogans.

"With such calls, the princess can follow the trend and, in the name of the people's wishes and divine authority, kill the tyrant, suppress corrupt officials, restore justice, and take the imperial capital."

He looked at Yu Qingxi, his eyes gleaming with determination: "By then, the eldest princess will no longer be a direct descendant of the royal family who is attempting to rebel, but will be the chosen one who carries the will of the people."

Chang Qing finished his plan slowly, and everyone praised the ingenuity of this move. Even Yu Qingxi's eyes flickered, and he was a little tempted.

But after thinking about it carefully for a while, I had some concerns: "Are the people really so important? Will they follow the plan?"

Chang Qing smiled confidently and said: “The power of the people is enormous, and they long for someone who can speak on their behalf.

And when this person appears, they will naturally support him with all their strength.

You may not yet believe that the people have power. You will soon see that water can carry a boat but can also capsize it.

If you feel guilty about taking advantage of the people, then when you come to power, you should issue more policies that benefit the people to repay this kindness."

Changqing looked up at the sky and said to everyone:

"It's getting late, everyone should take a rest first and we can discuss the details tomorrow!"

When everyone saw Chang Qing leaving the princess behind, they knew that there was something else they could not say to everyone, so they left one after another. Wang Gang even closed the door when he left.

Chang Qing and Yu Qingxi were the only ones left in the hall. The two of them were in the same room, which made Yu Qingxi think too much. Her face turned slightly red, and there was a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Chang Qing seemed not to notice and continued, "Does the princess know what the emperor has done recently?"

Yu Qingxi shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of any unusual behavior from the emperor recently. He has been staying in the harem and not showing up in the court. His official duties have been temporarily handed over to the officials."

Chang Qing smiled and said, "This is an opportunity. I have a way to turn the gray-white smoke in the stove into blood red."

“The princess only needs to let the soldiers who sneak in first rent a few more farmhouses near the palace.

Every night they would burn wood, letting the smoke gather in the air, covering the moon and creating a blood-red sky.

At the same time, we can have our accomplices spread rumors about the emperor among the officials, saying that he has obtained an item left by an immortal and sucks blood every night in order to become an immortal. This will cause panic within the court."

He paused and continued, "As for the army, we need to quickly control the logistics of each army and the families of the generals after taking down the imperial city, and secretly win over some deputy generals to have them keep a close eye on the generals of each army to prevent any accidents.

Although this is not a very fair and upright thing to do, it is a helpless move as urgent matters call for urgent measures. "

Hearing this, Yu Qingxi's eyes changed a little. The plan was a bit vicious, even a bit dark, but at this point there was no more solution.

Chang Qing stared at Yu Qingxi and said in a serious tone: "There is one last plan next. It can only be used after you have secured the throne and the world is stable. This plan is called Extension of Favor!"

After a long time, the two walked out of the conference room, and Yu Qingxi's gaze was different again.

There was a hint of fear in her eyes as she looked towards Chang Qing. After hearing about this unsolvable conspiracy that would involve all officials and princes, Yu Qingxi had only one thought in her mind: this plan was too vicious and frightening.

Looking at the scholar-like boy in front of him, Yu Qingxi felt cold all over.

Looking at Yu Qingxi who was walking slower and slower, Chang Qing knew what Yu Qingxi was thinking, but without explaining, he just said goodbye and went back to rest.

He sat cross-legged, took out the spirit crystal and began to practice.

In the next few days, Chang Qing participated in the revision of the details, but whenever he asked Yu Qingxi for his opinion, Yu Qingxi always dodged.

The plan was officially implemented. Wang Gang went to inquire about the military news first, while Yu Qingxi kept using carrier pigeons to activate his own network of relationships.

Of course, it is impossible to take effect immediately. The arrow needs to fly for a while before hitting the bull's eye. Chang Qing has free time and usually trains soldiers on behalf of Wang Gang.

Let the soldiers catch some living raccoon bloodworms to make red smoke materials for dyeing.

This was discovered by Changqing accidentally. During a fire in the wild, this insect crawled onto Changqing's dry food. Changqing killed the civet bloodworm and threw it into the fire. Unexpectedly, it immediately turned into red smoke, which scared Changqing.

Later studies found that high heat would corrode the blood of raccoon worms, emitting a red mist that spread very strongly. Although it had no effect on the body, it would emit a sticky smell of blood, which could be used this time.

At night, Changqing's room was filled with a basket of raccoon bloodworms. He carefully peeled off the blood, and finally peeled off a bowl of raccoon bloodworm blood. Then he took out the sheep intestines and prepared to use spiritual energy to stimulate the blood and collect the mist.

But unexpectedly, using spiritual energy to manipulate the mist required a relatively skilled application of spiritual energy. As a result, an accident occurred and more than half of the mist escaped and evaporated into the air. In the absence of smoke to dilute it, the concentrated sweet and bloody smell made Changqing almost vomit his dinner.

He hurriedly opened the door to get some fresh air. Fortunately it was late at night and everyone was asleep except the patrolmen, so no one noticed Changqing.

Changqing tried this several times, until he had wasted half a bowl of blood, before he was able to place the aerosol completely into the sheep intestine for the first time.

There are benefits to doing this as it also improves the control over spiritual energy. He stretched and continued refining. Two hours later, Chang Qing looked at the five sections of sheep intestines filled with gas mist in his hand and smiled bitterly. He needed at least two hundred of these things. It seemed like he had taken on a tough job.

He used his spiritual energy to blow the remaining mist in the room out of the door. After the smell disappeared, he closed the door, held the spiritual crystal, and began to practice, completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.

The patrol soldiers had just finished their inspection and wanted to take a break. As soon as the team leader sat down, he smelled a sweet smell and couldn't help but say, "What is this smell? It smells good!"

The remaining patrol members subconsciously took a deep breath.

"Ugh!" The team members vomited all over the floor, looking hopeless and looking at the captain with resentful eyes.

"Captain, are you sure?" the team member asked.

The captain was also confused as to why everyone vomited at the same time. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. Suddenly, a sweet and greasy taste filled his brain. He could even taste it on his tongue, which was fishy and a little astringent.

Then their stomachs seemed to be kicked. Stomach acid mixed with food rushed towards their throats, prying open their teeth and pouring out. Seeing that the captain had also vomited, everyone felt much more balanced.

The captain was even more confused, as if he had rehearsed this routine countless times. Before he could react, dinner had already been served.

"What the hell is this! It feels like a thousand-year-old zombie sewing its unwashed, greasy feet onto my brain stem." The captain gasped for air and vomited all his lunch when the mist entered his mouth.

The sounds of vomiting among the teams came one after another, forming a spectacular sight.