Mrs. Qing took Xiao Yimo back to her own courtyard, and as soon as she entered the house, she hurriedly asked people to take out all the things that had been prepared.

"Qingqing, come, sit here with grandma."

Mrs. Qing carried her onto the soft couch and lay down herself, and the small table on the couch was full of snacks and fresh knick-knacks.

Zhen Guogong looked at Mrs. Qing with a flattering face, but seeing that the person concerned didn't look at him at all, he coughed lightly, wanting to attract someone's attention, "Lao Ru, don't you invite me to sit?" ”

"I don't have long legs, and you still want me to invite you?" Mrs. Qing raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes, her face full of boredom.

Who is this person, is it annoying, day by day, how adult, you can't go farther, don't disturb their mother-in-law and grandchildren, okay???

"It's been a long time, I'll sit by myself!" I have to say that the Zhenguo Public Committee really took his cheeky skills to the extreme, turned around in place, found a stool, and moved it to sit on the couch by himself.

knew that Lao Ru didn't want to deal with him now, but he didn't mind, he didn't mind at all.

？ Is this a question you don't mind?

This is people who don't want to see you, hey!

Bei Ming smiled dumbly, and finally knew how his grandfather married his grandmother back then.

It's all about a thick face.

It seems that my father studied under his grandfather back then, and he learned all the essence.

Speaking of which, grandma is the bloodline of the Qinghe Cui family, although many families and clans have gradually gone downhill with the change of dynasties and system reforms, but their heritage is there after all.

If these scholars can be used for themselves, it will also be a great help.

It's just that in order to suppress the scholars, the emperor's grandfather used a lot of means to make the power of the scholars gradually disappear.

Now, although a hundred years have passed, the hatred of the scholars for the royal family has never subsided......

"Qingqing, what are you thinking?"

Seeing her distracted, Mrs. Qing was slightly sad between her eyebrows, and couldn't help but ask.

Bei Ming Yimo turned his head and smiled, not intending to hide it from her, "Grandma, I'm thinking about how much thought it would take to take the former scholars for your own use. ”

"Scholars? Are you trying to ......" Zhen Guogong understood her thoughts as soon as he heard it.

Although the scholar clan has declined, but the influence on many literati is still there, Qinghe Cui clan, Taiyuan Wang clan, Fanyang Lu clan, Xingyang Zheng clan was once a famous four major families, prestige reached its peak, its sages or diligent government in the court, or education in the state and county, or meritorious in the border, for the economy and culture of the North Ming has made a lot of contributions.

But it is precisely because of this that these famous scholars have undeserved thoughts, in a vain attempt to suppress the imperial power and expand the interests of the scholars.

Mrs. Qing was not surprised by the meaning of Xiao Yimo's words, in the eyes of their couple, Xiao Yimo is a sensible and pleasing baby granddaughter, but she is also the queen daughter of the North Underworld, and she will be the king of the North Underworld in the future.

I'd rather Xiao Yimo know a little more tricks than I want her to be calculated and restrained in the future.

This world is like this, there must be disputes when you are powerful, either you calculate me or I calculate you, in this case, she hopes that the person who sets up the chess game and holds the child is her little Yimo.

"Then what is Grandpa's plan?" Bei Mingyi's eyes lit up, how could she forget that her grandfather was also a figure who was both civil and military.

Which Cheng thought, but Zhen Guogong shook his head, his face was unfathomable, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at his wife: "You should ask her about the affairs of the Shi clan, no one knows better than your grandmother."

Grandmother?

Beiming Yimo climbed from the left side of the soft couch to the other side, and kissed Mrs. Qing's face wildly, "Mi Chirp Mi Chirp!" ”

"Good grandma, dear grandma, you tell me if it's okay~".

"Okay, grandma told you." Mrs. Qing couldn't put down the little tuanzi in her arms, stretched out her hand and sighed, it is still comfortable for the little girl to play.