After being dressed as a little fat, he was taken away by the male protagonist

Chapter 158 The Emperor Bestows a Seat
When we arrived in the capital, it was approaching nightfall.

All the way back to the Qingxiu mansion, the servants had already gathered at the gate to guard the waiting room. When they saw the shadow of the team, they bowed their heads respectfully.

I haven't been back for five years, and the Qingxiu mansion is still the same, but...it's a little more lively than when I first came here.

After five years of getting along, Shen Yanjin and it can be considered to be dependent on each other, although most of the time they play with it.

Little Bell can also control her actions so that she doesn't easily become a human.

Of course, the little bell also told it that if it felt that its life was in danger or was fatally injured, it would reveal its human form.

For this, Xiao Ling expressed his understanding, and he still cherished his life very much.

On the second day, Shen Yanjin took it to the court for the first morning in five years. Ever since he got out of the carriage and walked on the bluestone road and stairs, he would always be stared at by several eyes.

Not to mention anything else, in these eyes, it still recognizes one of them.

Seventh Princess, Duan Nanyi.

Compared to five years ago, she looked more delicate, with breakable skin and a faint pink on her cheeks.

What a beautiful woman with a closed moon and shameful flowers.

The small head that got out was suddenly pushed back by a big hand, and before it stopped, he pinched its small thick mouth like a warning.

Xiao Lu was completely at ease.

After entering the Golden Palace, although I have seen it several times, I still can't help but marvel. This building is really prosperous and mighty. No wonder so many people want to grab the dragon chair under the old emperor's seat, not to mention rights, money, beauty.

To be able to sit at the highest point in this golden palace and see the courtiers kneeling on the ground, I must be excited inside.

"Shen Yan sincerely loves you."

A young man stepped out slowly from the corner, about fifteen or sixteen years old, but he didn't have the slightest timidity and immature expression that the weak should have. His feet were like rising lotus step by step, stepping on the clouds, to the front of the temple.

It stands to reason that Shen Yan would like to kneel down and salute, but unexpectedly, the old emperor silently agreed to his gesture of just bowing his hands in salute. All the officials had their own thoughts, and seeing that the old emperor didn't open his mouth, they didn't dare to force it.

"My minister Shen Yan would like to see the emperor."

"Long live, long live, my emperor."

"Pingshen, bestow a seat."

uh... what!
Give a seat?
The official hats of the hundred officials almost fell off their heads, and they all stared at the upright young man in disbelief, trying not to speak out when they reached their mouths.

Everyone knows that standing out is not only against Shen Yanjin, but also against the emperor.

They won't be that stupid.

The father-in-law in the crimson eunuch uniform ordered someone to carry out a chair, carried it to the lower left under the emperor's steps, and then said with a smile: "Lord Shen, please sit down."

Shen Yanjin thanked her with a blank expression, walked slowly to the chair, and sat down rustlingly.

"Well...how has Shen Aiqing been in the past five years? Your deeds are widely spread in the capital."

The old emperor's old voice sounded in the hall, but there was no other noise.

"I'm doing well, but... the rumors in the capital are not all true."

"Oh?"

Shen Yanjin's eyelids drooped slightly, and the coldness disappeared.

"I'm not the reincarnation of a god, but just an ordinary person, and the rescue of Huan'an City is not due to me alone."

His voice was neither humble nor overbearing, as if he was talking about something so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary.

Shen Junjue, who was observing secretly, hated his extremely indifferent face. His hands under the sleeves of his official uniform were clenched tightly, and he squinted his eyes as he pressed the twitching eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)