A Hundred Flowers Slain

Yu Pengjun woke up to find herself the daughter of a military governor of the Zhenwu Army in the late Tang dynasty. The good news was that she knew this period of history by heart. The bad news was that she was following her father to put down the rebel Shatuo general Li Guochang. The day they met on the battlefield, arrows flew like locusts. Yu Pengjun glimpsed a one-eyed youth leading cavalry through the enemy lines, his long spear knocking three Tang generals from their horses. She swung onto her horse and shouted to him, "I'm here to, " Before she could finish, Shatuo cavalry swept around the flank. She couldn't dodge in time and was thrown to the ground along with her horse. The youth looked down at her, bound hand and foot, a defiant gleam in his single eye. "You only got halfway through what you were saying. What did you come here to do?" Yu Pengjun gritted her teeth and glared at him. "...Capture you." He smiled. "What a coincidence. I'm here to capture you, too." Before Yu Pengjun could figure out how to escape, Huang Chao invaded Chang'an. Li Keyong was ordered to put down the rebellion and casually stuffed her into a supply wagon. She had no choice but to rely on her "foresight" to devise one brilliant plan after another, helping him win battle after battle, from Chang'an to Bianzhou, against enemies from Huang Chao to Qin Zongquan. Later, Zhu Wen laid a trap, and Li Keyong was ambushed and gravely wounded, falling unconscious. Everyone said he wouldn't make it. Yu Pengjun kept watch at his bedside for three days and nights, until at last he opened his eyes. He spoke in a faint voice. "Why are you crying? I'm not dead." With red-rimmed eyes, she bit down hard on his shoulder. "If you dare to die, I'll join Zhu Wen!" Li Keyong sucked in a breath from the pain, yet smiled as he pulled her into his arms. "I won't die! Even if the King of Hell comes to claim me in person, I'm not going!" In the end, he became the sharpest blade in this age of chaos. He crushed Huang Chao, destroyed the rival warlords, struck down Zhu Wen, and saved the Li dynasty from collapse. The world called him a second Guo Ziyi, saying the Tang dynasty had lasted another hundred years thanks to his bow and long spear. Only Yu Pengjun knew that this ruthless, decisive one-eyed warlord would tuck her in at night, clumsily paint her brows like distant mountains, and press his forehead against hers as he whispered: "The best bargain I ever got in my life wasn't being made a prince or a general. It was meeting you on the battlefield that day, and you not cutting me down." [Bonus Scene] A history book in a later age: Prince of Jin Li Keyong, whose might shook the world, but who was greatly afraid of his wife. Yu Pengjun held the book up in front of him and raised an eyebrow. "Afraid of your wife?" Li Keyong calmly snatched the book away. "That's called cherishing her." Yu Pengjun sneered. "Then you're sleeping in the study tonight." Li Keyong's expression tightened as he grabbed her sleeve. "...Afraid of my wife. Afraid of my wife." Note: This is a romance novel, not a history book. Please don't nitpick the details. Theme: Mending the regrets of history