In the Song Dynasty, Wang Huan was worshiped as a second-rank imperial censor. He had the power to supervise all civil and military officials, and his position was quite prominent.
Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo ignored the government affairs for ten years. It was he who assisted Gao Wenchong in managing the entire Song Dynasty and stabilized the foundation of the Song Dynasty.
Moreover, he is also the only official in the current dynasty who has expressed his stance against the Twelve Gods being alive.
After the last meeting, Xie Changyuan had learned Wang Huan's identity from Xiao Qing, and also knew his position, and he had a good impression of the censor.
"I've met the Censor." Xie Changyuan bowed with one hand.
Wang Huan waved his hands with a smile, picked up a wine bag and waved it at Xie Changyuan.
Xie Changyuan smiled and shook his head.
"Sorry, I never drink alcohol, but since the adults are here, I will have enough rice and meat today!"
Wang Huan laughed.
"That's great. I'm still thinking that this little wine is not enough."
The two of them walked into the small ruined temple with a smile, leaving only the coachman waiting outside.
Wang Huan was a scholar, but he was not a sour scholar. He spoke in a straight-forward style. He and Xie Changyuan had a pleasant conversation over wine, and he was not like other literati who had the habit of reciting a poem after a sip of wine.
"I heard that a few days ago, the strong man strangled Xu An, the villain who deceived the world and stole his reputation, to death in the West City Arena. May I ask if this is the case?"
After finishing a glass of sake, Wang Huan picked up the bacon and took a big bite.
At this time, he asked vaguely, as if he wanted to confirm the matter.
Hearing this, Xie Changyuan nodded.
"It is true that I strangled him to death."
There is no need to hide this matter, because he was the one who killed him in public, and the whole city knew about it.
Wang Huan laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and patted his thigh and shouted "Hello!"
"Well done! You deserve to be killed!"
The old man looked happy and happy, and directly said that he should be killed. He didn't look like a civil servant at all.
"If I were ten years younger, I would have given him a big mouth in front of him before he died. I would have been a despicable and shameless person, pretending to be someone else's poem. I don't know that those who call him the chief poet now think of it evil.
Not disgusting.”
Obviously, as a scholar, Wang Huan despised plagiarists the most. Whenever he praised Xu An's plagiarized poems, the old man would get very angry.
Now that Xu An died, Wang Huan was very happy and drank three cups in a row, heartily.
Xie Changyuan also seemed to be interested. Facing this straightforward old man, Xing Ping, he vaguely felt that he would be able to chat with him, and even thought of joking.
"When Xu An writes a poem, you can take a break and say something later," he said with a smile.
Wang Huan blinked and seemed unable to think of an answer after thinking for a moment.
"What's the back lining?"
"Despicable!"
Wang Huan burst out laughing, raised his glass to Xie Changyuan, and drank it all in one gulp.
However, Wang Huan proposed to change "Xu An" to "Xu Shikui". After all, the word "Shikui" had become a tailor-made joke for Xu An, and changing his name to "Shikui" was even more ironic.
As a result, the Song Dynasty had an additional curse word, which has been widely circulated for hundreds of years, and the origin of this sentence is the ordinary man Xie Changyuan.
"Xu Shikui writes poetry - despicable!"
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Returning to the present, after three rounds of drinking, Wang Huan no longer drank or ate meat, but said solemnly.
"To be honest, thank you, warrior. I am here to ask for your help."
Xie Changyuan raised his thick eyebrows and asked in surprise.
"Your Majesty is a second-grade imperial censor, why are there still things that can't be solved? Are you kidding me?"
Wang Huan waved his hands repeatedly.
"I'm serious. I really have something important to ask of you this time. It's difficult and impossible for anyone except a strong man to handle it."
Wang Huan's thin old face was full of seriousness. It was obvious that this was not a joke, but that something was really going on.
Xie Changyuan didn't want to be entangled in worldly matters, but after one meal, his favorable impression of Wang Huan did increase greatly, so he planned to hear what it was about first.
"What can I ask?"
"I want to ask a strong man to protect someone." Wang called.
"who?"
"The red swan oiran of Xianggui Tower in Dongcheng."