The sun always rises as usual, whether you live or die, it doesn't matter to the sun, a ray of sunlight shines into the cell, and the sunlight shines through a bowl-sized air vent.

Pan Long didn't know when he fell asleep, at least when the man next to him woke up, he was still asleep.

This man was not surprised to see Pan Long, because there might be a newcomer in the prison at any time, and when he got up, he folded his quilt neatly and ignored Pan Long.

It didn't take long for Pan Long to wake up, because he hadn't fallen asleep yet, and someone in the prison began to speak, and the most he said was when the porridge would be delivered, no matter what era it was, eating was the first thing for people to survive.

Pan Long found that the person next to him was reading a book, the book was made of bamboo slips, and this person read very seriously, looking average, but still young, about twenty years old, Pan Long felt that this kid was only twenty years old, he had to do a good job in the relationship between colleagues no matter what, after all, many things to ask this person for, the first thing to do is to say hello.

"Brother, what book are you reading?" Pan Long asked casually, he is a self-acquaintance, and others say so about him.

"The Art of War!"

The man's answer was short and forceful, but his eyes never took off the book, and he still didn't glance at Pan Long.

Pan Long said again: "Dare to ask Brother Taigao's surname? ”

This person looked at Pan Long seriously at this moment, then put the book away violently, got up in an instant, and made a gesture to Pan Long very respectfully, and said solemnly: "Under Sima Yi, the word Zhongda!" Dare to ask who Brother Tai is? ”

Sima Yi's series of sudden actions surprised Pan Long, and he was careless about other things, but Sima Yi paid special attention to introducing himself, and although he was in prison, although Zhou's clothes were not clean, he was still very neat, and his hair was also carefully tidied, not like other prison friends, all of them were unkempt and disheveled.

After listening to Sima Yi's introduction, Pan Long was blinded for the first time, what kind of fart Tang Dynasty, the uncle's arrived in the Three Kingdoms, Wu Zetian had no chance to see it, the death of a person in the Three Kingdoms is like a dead mouse, a person like him with a developed mind and simple limbs, maybe he will hang up at some point.

Pan Long complained bitterly in his heart, and a bitter gourd expression appeared on his face, but he didn't forget to answer Sima Yi: "Under Pan Long, the word 。。。。。。 When he said the words, Pan Long's head was short-circuited again, people in the 21st century, where did the word come from, and there is no such habit, it is better to make one, that is, to make up, and not to make it up, because this may take a lifetime, and suddenly thought of Mr. Jin "Yitian Slaying the Dragon" There is a name called Yang Dingtian, it is better to use the word Dingtian to make words, paused and continued: "In the next Pan Long, the word Dingtian." ”

"Brother Tai, good name!" Sima Yi arched his hand again, and his tone was still strong and powerful.

When Pan Long saw that Sima Yi also called this name good, he felt that he was really smart, and he couldn't help but be a little complacent, smiled from ear to ear, and arched his hand: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." ”

But I immediately thought that no matter how good the name is, it is not as good as the brother next to him, Sima Yi eats the Three Kingdoms, and those who know a little bit about the Three Kingdoms know that Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Sun Quan, have been busy with their careers all their lives, and they were farted by this kid in the nest and swallowed them alone, this kid has a bright future, but how did he get to prison at this time? Could it be that the small is hidden at home, and the big is hidden in prison?

"Brother Zhongda, I don't know what year it is?"

"The eighth 。。。。。。 of the first month of the first year of Jian'an" Sima Yi looked at the position of the sunlight on the ground, and continued: "Six quarters of the hour!" ”

After Sima Yi finished speaking, his eyes stared straight at Pan Long, and he said for a long time: "Brother Dingtian asked what this is for?" ”

Pan Long touched the back of his head and said, "It's nothing, I didn't expect Brother Zhongda to be in prison, but his head is still so sober, I really admire it." ”

As he spoke, he arched his hand again, and immediately began to think again, the first year of Jian'an? What year is his uncle?

In the first year of Jian'an, in 195 AD, Cao Cao was forty-two years old, but Sima Yi was eighteen and one flowers.

Of course, Pan Long didn't remember it so clearly, and when he wanted to ask more clearly, the smell of fragrant porridge had already wafted into his nose.

Sima Yi picked up his bowl from the corner of the wall like a rabbit, and then walked to the edge of the prison and stretched out, a large spoonful of porridge with red dates had already reached his bowl, although there were only two dates in the bowl, which was enough to make Sima Yi and other prison friends happy for a long time.

Pan Long also has a bowl, the porcelain bowl is new, but there are three or four openings on the side of the bowl, I don't know how many people have used it, anyway, he can't accept it for a while, so he can only put the porridge aside.

Sima Yi drank half of the porridge with relish, although it looked hot, but it didn't taste hot, in such weather, porridge can only warm up when it is hot.

Pan Long subconsciously swallowed saliva at this time, he felt that the fire food in this prison was not bad, he had heard that the porridge in the prison was thin water, and he was hungry again after drinking and peeing, but the porridge here was not only thick, but also with red dates, it seems that the cell boss here is a good person.

Of course, even if Sima Yi told Pan Long that today was the eighth day of the lunar month, Pan Long would not pay attention. He only thought that he had not told Sima Yi about wearing Sima Yi's clothes, so he said: "Brother Zhongda, I was really embarrassed when I was arrested, and I didn't bring my clothes and cotton clothes. ”

"I don't mind, that padded coat isn't mine." Sima Yi was still drinking porridge seriously, his eyes were staring at the two red dates, but he didn't eat them, he planned to save the delicious ones until the end, he was a very patient person, and later lurked in the Cao family for decades, and he practiced it like this.

"Who's not yours?" Pan Long asked with a wink.

"That's preserved eggs." Sima Yi had already finished drinking the porridge at this time and began to eat the first jujube.

Preserved egg and lean porridge? Pan Long suddenly thought of this, but he also knew that there were really people in the world who called this name, so he asked Sima Yi again: "Is that preserved egg out of prison?" ”

Sima Yi looked at Pan Long seriously at this time, then shook his head, and said with a solemn expression: "No, he went to the underworld, and he was executed three days ago." ”

"Ah?!!h When Pan Long heard this, he immediately took off his cotton clothes, threw them into the corner like a sandbag, and said, "Uncle's real bad luck!" Phew! ”

Sima Yi didn't care about Pan Long's action, it seemed that Pan Long would do this, which was completely expected by him, but he also expected that Pan Long would definitely pick up the dead man's clothes and put them on obediently after a while.

In the sub-zero temperature, just wear a single coat, and ordinary people can't carry it for five minutes, sure enough, Pan Long began to tremble again, look at the cotton clothes and look at Sima Yi.